"What?!" Eva yelped in utter shock. Of course, she wasn't a country pumpkin. She has heard of the name Damien Cross a lot of times from other female socialites. However, she wasn't really interested in knowing more about him, but according to what her ears picked from people's conversation about him, he is a very powerful individual. Mark had even told her about the Cross Enterprise in the past. "Did you know what he is mostly called among other people?" Nathalia asked but Eva shook her head indicating that she didn't know."The Demo CEO. And the reason he was given such a name was because of his cruelty and ruthlessness. That person you saw is a very dangerous man that no one dared to offend. Even the government was very cautious when dealing with him. Despite his fearsome reputation, you can tell how many single women in the country flock around him all the way to celebrities and other young men from rich families. Did you know what he did to a female celebrity who had mistakenly
After they were done eating, both Eva and Nathalia spent the rest of the day binge-watching K drama movies then switching the TV channel to the latest variety show on the best couple in Miami which gave Nathalia the opportunity to throw popcorn at the screen.Nathalia was extremely exhausted from all the day's events, slumping lazily on the couch, Nathalia slept like a child as her body was curled into a ball and her arms tucked underneath her face.Eva chuckled at this sight, she switched off the TV before walking to her bedroom and walked back to the living with a heavy blanket which she used to cover her up.Tying her up her long hair, she began to clean up the mess they've made in the living room. If it was the woman from nine months ago, she would've left the chores to the housecleaner. Since she would be twenty-three years old this year and a grown adult, she figured it was best for her not to remain lazy. Being able to clean the house and do her laundry was something she shoul
Eva's entire life was built around a man that shattered her. From a young age after the death of Eva's mother, as if it was planned, she was drilled on how to become his pillar of support, after Eva stopped modeling, her father forced Eva to help Mark manage his multi-million cooperation, she wasted her time learning how to handle paperwork, secretly helping him fulfill his position when he was absent, she was his safe haven, and also a perfect wife. Eva thought she was doing all of this out of her love for Mark. However, all of her training and endless night of working hard was completely shattered within the span of nine months. In just nine months, Mark had forced Eva to her lowest point because he betrayed and fell in love with Christine.Nathalia knew that Eva was hurting so bad, because a similar situation had happened to her mother. It was like a deja Vu for Eva.Eva sighed, not angry about the fact that she was being yelled at by Nathalia. "Okay, fine. I'll think about it bu
A black shadow flew at the speed of light and before anyone could react, a hand had smacked her face with so much force that it turned to the side.The crowd gasped in shock. Never in a billion years would they expect Mark to strike a woman.Eva's face was immediately swung to the side with so much force, she knew she just received a whiplash as she could feel a taste of blood in her mouth. Tears gathered in her eyes at the stinging pain in her cheeks, but she pushed them back. She didn't even slap Christine so hard like this earlier."Oh my god! Mark, are you okay?" Christine immediately grabbed Mark's rough and stiffened hand. It was bright red because of how hard he had smacked Eva."Does it hurt?" She gently asked him with her sweet, angelic voice, she blew air into his red hand, lightly rubbing her cold fingers against him.Mark's eyes softened at the sight of the fragile woman beside him. "I'm fine, sweetheart." He whispered to her. Eva hatefully glared at them, she sneered in
"What the fuck!" Eva who was still half asleep immediately her drowsy eyes flew wide open when she heard the distant yet familiar voice."Good morning, father. It's nice to hear your voice after all this while. I apologize, it wasn't my intention to ignore your calls but it's rather strange because I wasn't expecting to receive a call from you today." Eva explained in a modest manner."How brazen you've become! Now I have to make an appointment with you before I call you, huh? So much guts you've got!" The voice yelled again."Of course not. You can call me anytime you want, which you rarely do unless you need something from me or someone to yell and vent your anger on. The morning seems to have a good vibe so, let's not waste each other's time and get straight to the point of why you've decided to call me today of all days?" Eva said with a yawn, she was already sick of him beating around the bush. Besides, she desperately wants to go back to sleep. She has never woken up this early
After hanging up the call, Eva had a dark expression on her face. She hated it whenever Mathew had to always have to bring up her mother's name to get her to do whatever he wanted.The marriage between both Eva's mother- Shenley Black and Mathew Carter was a political marriage. The Black family is one of the top five influential families in California, and since the Carter family have a close relationship with the Black family. At that time the Patriarch of the Black family was looking for a suitable husband for his daughter Shenley Black, so the Carter family used their close influence to make Shenley marry their son who was no other than Matthew.The two people were reluctant to marry one another but they couldn't refuse their family. The first three years after their marriage the two people living under the same roof had a very distant relationship. However, the heavy pressure Matthew received from his family elder to copulate the marriage and make Shenley bore a child. The elders
When Nathalia opened the door of the office, she couldn't help but be captivated by the view of the office. First, the entire office was big and spacious, it was even bigger than her best friend's entire apartment. Second, it was spotless clean, no spec of dusk could be noticed. Nathalia was sure that the cleaning team had taken a whole day to clean this whole office. Third, everything in the office all the way to the bookshelf and documents, was neatly arranged in an orderly manner. The thing in the office that captivated Nathalia aside from the enormous black desk was the walls of the office which were made of glass which gave the perfect view of the skyscrapers lining the city. This wasn't Nathalia's first time being in the office, but everytime she visits Damien she couldn't get enough of this view."At least, he gots something that I like in this office apartment from those annoying looking papers." Nathalia muttered as she walked to the small mini living room in the office and
Sia immediately raised her head up, shocked by what she just heard. She knew that she was on the course of losing her job which she couldn't let happen, knowing how much stress she had to go through before being employed.In this situation, she had to think of a fast way to sort things out. "T-there seems to be a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to trip on you Mr. Cross. It was a mistake, please, I beg you. Forgive me just this once and I promise it will never happen." Sia finally understood how severe her situation had become so she quickly abandoned her plan of seducing Damein and crawled on her knees towards Damien."If you don't wish to lose your job, next time you don't allow people like this in my company." Damien stated not sparing the woman another look before he walked out the department along with Shane."W-what?! No, you can't fire me!! I'm sorry….. Manager, plead to the CEO on my behalf." Sia immediately turned her attention back to Manager Perry who was still stupified by
Eva who was moments away from hitting him with the IV pole again when his pitiful plea caught her attention. “You can tell your boss to rot in hell—” she started, but the man cut her off.“Please, Lady Boss!” he cried, desperation in his voice. “I have a wife, kids, and a family to feed—”Eva's brow twitched at his words. Of course, he definitely wouldn't be a monk like his boss, however, she had a feeling he was saying this to make her feel guilty. “And you have a dog too, I bet?” she quipped sarcastically.His eyes widened in shock. “Y-yes! Exactly! His name is Chase!”She grit her teeth in annoyance, snatching the phone from his shaking hands. “What do you want?” she demanded, her patience wearing thin. She could guess that he was trying to stall time until he got here but she wasn't planning to let him meet her here.The bodyguards flinched in fear. They truly applauded her for her boldness, but they also feared for the poor woman's head! It would really fly if she continued talk
Turning back to the bodyguards, she picked up the IV pole and tested its weight in her hands. It was lighter than she expected, perfect for swift strikes. She had a lot of experience fighting with wooden sticks in her days in the military.Her gaze landed back to the men, a dark scowl on her face.“I’m sure everyone of you all heard the conversation,” she said coolly, her voice steady. “If you value your limbs, step aside.”The men stood their ground, but the unease in their expressions was clear.When reinforcements arrived to block the entrance entirely, Eva's lips curled into a dark smile. They’ve made a mistake.Gripping the pole tightly, her eyes blazing with determination as she scanned the men creating a barrier at the entrance.“Fine, you've all made your choices. Let's see who’s leaving with bruises.”Eva's grip on the metal IV pole tightened as she positioned herself to strike. Her eyes locked on the bodyguards standing in her way, each one ready to brace for her next move
She sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. If they were working for Damien, they wouldn’t stand insults against him. She smirked, deciding to bait them.“Fine. Is it your unbelievably stubborn, hideously jealous, and completely insufferable boss, Damien Cross?”One of the guards instinctively stiffened, muttering, “Our boss is not—” and immediately cut himself off, his face paling. He can't believe he just fell for that trick.“Aha!” Eva said triumphantly. “We have our catch. So it is Damien.”Smirking, she stalked back to her bed, grabbing her phone. She dialed Damien’s number, and unsurprisingly, he answered on the first ring.“Evs, you should be resting—”“Young man, tell your men to step aside,” she interrupted, her tone sharp.Damien frowned when he heard her. Asking him to order his men to step aside meant that she had gotten out of bed!His voice hardened. “What are you doing out of bed? Get back to bed right-”“You’re not the Boss of me. I’m not goi
**********The soft rustle of fabric accompanied the nurse as she finished adjusting Eva's bandages. Moments later, a team of doctors shuffled into the room, meticulously checking her vitals and updating her chart. Their scrutiny felt endless, but Eva's irritation wasn’t aimed at them—it was at the glaring absence of Gabriel.Upon inquiring, she discovered he’d been reassigned and replaced with another doctor, a woman.Her lips twisted in a knowing smile. Damien. Of course, it was him.She sighed at the thought. Gabriel was probably one the best doctors in his department at Solace Hospital. Replacing him with someone else, especially out of jealousy, was as unnecessary as it was predictable. Damien's overprotectiveness knew no bounds, even though her blind date with Gabriel had been a complete dead end.‘Typical overbearing Damien Cross.’After the doctors left, Eva found herself sinking into boredom. The day dragged on, and as the sun set, casting long shadows across the pristine roo
“Who is the person? Is it someone I know?" “No, you don't." Oliver's eyes narrowed. “You said the person is important? Like… a woman?”Damien was surprised by Oliver's question as he turned to look at the boy. She? It suddenly hit Damien at the moment that he probably still had some of Eva's floral feminine scent on him and Oliver's dog nose already smelled it.“It is a woman, right? Why is she at the hospital?” Oliver continues to question.Damien sighed. “Yes.”“Why was she hurt?” “Because she’s clumsy,” Damien replied, his patience wearing thin.Oliver's questions continued unabated until Damien zhot him a sharp glare. “Enough, Oliver. Go back inside. I have work and can't answer all your questions.”“But-" Oliver was about to protest but he couldn't anymore when Damien shot him another glare.“Alright, Big Boss...I'll stop asking questions…" There was no other expression on Oliver's face than the expression that made him look like a neglected child yearning for his mother's lov
A faint smirk played at the corner of Damien's lips. The answer didn’t surprise him in the slightest. Velvet Vipers was infamous for managing low-level gangs to handle their dirty work—robbery, intimidation, and petty abductions. While they weren’t a significant threat to someone like Damien, their audacity to target his woman made them a problem that needed eliminating.Eric, already anticipating his boss’s next move, pulled out his phone to contact the necessary people. Damien stood, slipping on his coat as he prepared to leave. His work here was done for now.Just as he turned toward the exit, he noticed Oliver sulking in the corner, his hands gripping the knife tightly as he muttered under his breath.Damien approached the young man and rested a hand on his head. “You did well,” he said simply before walking towards the room exit. He didn't need to see the expression on his face for he already knew Oliver would be brimming with joy.As expected, Oliver's face lit up instantly, his
Eric immediately set up a chair for his boss, and Damien sat down, crossing one leg over the other. He leaned back, his expression a cold mask of control.“Then let’s begin.”“Why did you and your men target my woman?” Damien asked, his voice calm but laced with deadly intent.The man’s trembling intensified as he stuttered, “W-we were hired… Just told to rough her up, n-not kill her!”“Who hired you?” Damien’s tone darkened. He wasn't sure if the person behind what happened to Eva was one of his enemies and rivals. Maybe they found out about Eva and tried to use her against him.“I-I don’t know…” the man sammered, his words faltering under Damien's piercing glare.Wrong answer.Damien frowned, the subtle movement sending a ripple of terror through the room. Oliver’s grin faded, replaced by a cold, sinister expression. He turned his sharp gaze toward the prisoner, who whimpered at the realization that he had failed.The dim, flickering light overhead cast sinister shadows across the ro
“Big Boss! Mr. Eric! You’re here!” Oliver exclaimed, bounding toward them with unrestrained glee. His high-pitched voice carried an unsettling enthusiasm, a jarring contrast to the gruesome scene.“Look, Big Boss, do you like it?” he gestured to the mangled man with the pride of an artist unveiling their masterpiece. His manic grin stretched wide, eyes gleaming with a deranged joy. “This one was fun to play with.”Oliver wasn't someone people could trifle with. He was insane and wouldn't hesitate at the idea of skinning a man alive or brutally mutilating them. As long as it made Damien happy, he would do it.Damien's expression remained unreadable as his gaze swept over the prisoner’s broken body. Skin flayed in neat squares, fingers severed, and nails torn off. Oliver's handiwork was as meticulous as it was horrific.Oliver’s grin widened as he gestured to the man. “See how cooperative he is now? I just had to give him the proper motivation. Isn’t it perfect, Boss? Do you like it?” h
Underground BaseDrip. Drop. Drip. Drop. The faint echo of liquid splattering against the cold, unyielding cement reverberated through the vast underground labyrinth.The air was suffocatingly heavy, saturated with the metallic tang of blood and the putrid stench of decay. The dim lighting barely illuminated the grime-coated walls, their surfaces smeared with dark stains that told stories of torment. Rusted metal bars bore blotches of dried crimson, and the distant groans of agony twisted through the eerie silence like mournful ghosts. If one strained to listen, muffled screams pierced the oppressive quiet, drifting from the far end of the pitch-black hallway.Two figures emerged at the base’s entrance, their presence sending a chilling wave through the already frigid atmosphere. The prisoners in the cells froze mid-breath, fear carving deep lines into their faces. The rhythmic echo of their footsteps grew louder, a cadence of doom that tightened throats and sent shivers racing down s