Eva couldn't wipe the smile off her face, despite the fact that she rolled her eyes at his words. He walked over and sat down at the head of the table since he had pulled the chair next to him for Eva earlier to seat, so she was practically seated next to him. A few moments later, the two were done eating their meal and Damien was ready to take her back home. However, he had to get ready first, so Eva patiently waited for him in the living room. Sitting on the plush couch with one of her legs crossed over the other, she playfully browsed through her phone when she suddenly remembered that she had left her purse in Damien's room.She got up from the couch and decided to look for his room to get her purse back. After walking around for a while, she realized that she was lost in this house. Huffing and puffing in annoyance, she tried to retrace her steps back to the living room but only to find that she was getting more and more lost. Eva stopped and looked around and noticed that the
She was only being kind to Sarah for a few reasons. Firstly, she didn't want to stoop to Sarah's level and engage in a petty conversation and she wanted to maintain a peaceful harmonious environment in the mansion untill she leave. Secondly, despite vet anger towards Sarah's scheme which were transparent to her, she choosed to remain calm and composed and she was aware that responding with kindness could diffuse the tension and prevent further conflict before Damien arrive. Lastly, Eva wanted to show that she was the bigger person and rise above Sarah's attempt to provoke her.“What?! Did you think your money could fix this? You just destroyed my family heirloom that was passed down to me from my dead grandmother.” Sarah's voice deliberately cracked at the end of her words when she talked about her late grandmother.It was so much easier for her to cry and fake this pain using her deceased grandmother's jewelry for this plan. Eva on the other hand pressed her lips together, creased
“I don't have time to waste and engage in your damsel-in-distress act. And for the record, I would be nice enough to bust your bubbles before someone else does. You aren't putting up an oscar for your terrible performance. You have only two choices, first, either you get your sorry ass up and follow to a private place so that we can talk about a solution. Your second choice, you can keep wailing like a baby while sitting on this floor. I'm fine with either of your decisions you make, however, don't dare slander my name because you just jumped into conclusion about me.” Eva coldly remarked as she stared down at Sarah. She could clearly hear the gasps that came from the servant but she decided to brush it aside. “You're obviously a grown woman with perfectly working legs, right? It looks so pathetic, so stand up and stop crying on the floor.” Eva added on as she glowered over Sarah, her eyes burning on fire. If looks could kill, Sarah would have long been buried because she would have
It was Damien Aunt's idea to hire more servants to work in his house. Damien didn't want to agree to this arrangement since he doesn't like inexperienced people. But with her eldest nephew living outside of the Cross main mansion, she couldn't help but get worried if he was well taken care of. Knowing Damien's nature that he isn't the kind of person to easily persuade, it took her a very long time to persuade him.After a lot of persuading and making promises to Damien that all of the new workers she wanted to hire have undergone intensive training and background checkup, he finally yielded to his aunt's pleas. But he only agreed to let her send those new workers to this mansion and not the mansion where he normally lives because he was the one who had personally done the interview for the workers and servants working there.Sarah made it look like she had come to her senses and was readily accepting Eva's helping hand. When she was out to stand up from the dirty floor, she had purpos
Damien didn't even bother to spare them a glance. Instead, his eyes narrowed at the messy scene before him.“Master Damien……” Sarah called in a sweet and alluring voice, everyone was sure that it would evoke sympathy from Damien. “I was knocked down to the ground by this woman here……she even broke the heirloom that my grandmother passed down to me.” Sarah continued in a meek voice. She was shocked when she saw how Damien turned to look at her for the first time. Contrary to how she expected him to look at her with pity, he looked at her without any hint of pity.With tears streaming down her cheeks and her lips shaking from discomfort, she attempted to stand up. “I apologize for my incompetence and not being able to properly greet you, Master Damien." Sarah said, putting more effort in order to make herself seem even more innocent.When she noticed that Damien was walking towards her, her heart soared in happiness. She began to celebrate in her head seeing that he was just a few steps
Earlier when they were having breakfast, their constant bantering during the meal had shortened a few distance between them. He only changed out of his casual dress so that he could personally drop her off, and within just a few minutes that he was gone she was back to being cold and distant. Weren't friends supposed to talk to each other about the things bothering them? He thought he had taken one step forward, but now, it felt like he was three steps backwards. He was annoyed and pissed at whoever had caused this setback, making him direct his harsh attention towards the pathetic woman beside Eva. Sarah looked at him with a hopeful expression when she saw him finally looking at her and giving her attention.“What is your name?" He asked, his eyes scanning over disheveled appearance and the mess on the floor surrounding both of them.“Sa- Sarah, sir." Sarah stammered as she replied. She could feel her heart beating ten times faster in joy. This was the first time she'd get to have
“I want you to make sure that she never finds a good job for as long as she's alive.” He announced as he glanced at the scattered beads of the bracelet. "Check the authenticity of the heirloom as well. If it's true, find whoever is closest to the previous owner of the heirloom and compensate them. Make sure she doesn't get to touch the money." Those words that left Damien's mouth were what shattered Sarah's entire world. She screamed louder than before and clung onto Damien tighter, but her pleas and cries were ignored. The head maid didn't need to be told what to do, she signaled with her hand and men dressed in black came forward. She figured that the two maids wouldn't be able to drag Sarah, seeing how she was being stubborn. The men apprehended her and easily dragged her away, despite how Sarah tried to scream and kick her way out of their grasp, but it was useless.“Fire everyone who had witnessed what happened and did nothing. I want all of the new servants hired by my aunt to
Despite the fact that she was expressing visible unhappiness by his actions, she was secretly enjoying this princess treatment. His hold on her was firm, yet gently, making her feel protected and treasured in his arm. However, she quickly realized that he was too inexperienced in this field. He carried her a bit too high, so her head was near his shoulder blades instead of his chest. The thought that he doesn't usually carry women in his arms intensified the feeling of security blooming deep within her.‘I guess it's not really a bad idea to be carried by one of the world's handsome men, haha. But who would have thought that this dangerous looking man is not good at carrying a woman.’ Eva thought to herself, trying to hold back her smile. Damien’s lips twitched in amusement, she likes to verbally disagree with everything he does for her,but her body always disagrees with her words. Even as they both argued,she had shifted her head to rest comfortably on his shoulder, her cheeks slig
Eva’s heart pounded as she searched for a way to diffuse his anger. She knew that escalating this tension would only make things worse. Desperate, she decided to play a different card—a gamble.“Tell me, how would you like to handle the consequences? Perhaps I should start with—" He was interrupted when she abruptly stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. The suddenness of her action made him freeze in place.“What are you doing?" He blinked. "Damien," she murmured softly, her voice sweet and soothing. She pressed her face against his chest, rubbing her cheek against the silk of his shirt.His body stiffened, his clenched fists trembling at his sides. "This won't work," he said, though his voice had lost its sharp edge."I'm cold," she whispered, her words muffled against his chest."Eva," he warned, but his tone lacked conviction."Won’t you hug me?" She tilted her head up, gazing at him with wide, pleading eyes and a slight pout on her lips. Her heart ski
After bidding Belle goodbye and promising her one last time that she would return tomorrow, Eva walked down the hospital halls with a spring in her step. A soft hum escaped her lips, her arms filled with snacks Belle had insisted she take. The little girl had brightened her day and made her feel less alone in the dreariness of the hospital."You shout it out, but I can't hear a word you sayI'm talking loud, not saying muchI'm criticized, but all your bullets ricochetShoot me down, but I get up," Eva softly sang, her favorite song playing in her mind as she strolled back to her room. She smiled, wondering if her friend Nathalie would enjoy the snacks she was carrying.“I'm bulletproof, nothing to loseFire away, fire awayRicochet, you take your aimFire away, fire awayShe was in such a good mood that she even gently danced along the hallway to her. “You shoot me down, but I won't fallI am titanium………..”“You shoot me down, but I won't fallI am titanium” a low voice suddenly com
She paused, her mind flashing back to the countless fights, the shattered dishes, the cold silences that followed her every rebellion. "But I didn’t let their expectations control me. I chose my path, even when it meant walking away from them entirely." Eva let out a sigh, her gaze still focused outside the window. " I really loved it when I refused them, even though it would earn me being slapped senselessly. I always find pleasure somehow and I took pride in becoming the perfect, graceful black sheep of that damned family.” Belle hung on every word, her eyes wide with admiration and curiosity."But," She continued. “I only did it when I was a grown adult, legal enough to make my own choices. My plan wasn't perfect nor did it work in pleasing my family, but then again, why should I continue to please them when they were never family to me in the first place?" Eva gently moved her gaze back to Belle, leaning forward, "However, as someone who has gone through all that, you should k
"So, Belle," Eva began, pulling a chair close to the bed and sitting down. "Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? What brought you here to this hospital room?" Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the overflowing flowers and gifts surrounding the small child."I caught a fever a few days ago," Belle replied glumly, her voice quiet. Though it was just a fever, she’d been stuck in this hospital for a week. She felt fine now, but her parents insisted she remain."I'm all better now. Nothing hurts anymore. I just want to go home, but they won’t let me." Belle’s lips turned down in a bitter frown as she recalled how her parents refused her calls and ignored her requests to leave. Deep down, she knew they preferred her absence."Why not?" Eva asked softly, though she already sensed the answer."Because they hate me."Eva’s heart clenched at the words, so full of pain and resignation. She studied the young girl, who stared back with guarded eyes that looked far older than her years.
Once the door shut, the girl turned her head slightly. "You can come out now."Eva pushed the gifts aside and slid out from under the bed. She straightened up, her gaze meeting the child’s lifeless, cold eyes. They lacked the innocent sparkle of youth."Why were those men chasing you? Who are you?" the girl asked, studying Eva intently. Despite her disheveled hair and rumpled gown, there was no mistaking the elegant air that surrounded her.Eva smiled faintly, deciding to test the girl’s intuition when she noticed how she was studying her. ‘Let’s see if you're smart. "Who do you think I am?"The child’s eyes narrowed. "You’re not a simple patient.""Oh? What makes you say that?""This is the VVIP floor, accessible only with a private keycard. Your gown is made of high-quality cotton, reserved for VVIP patients.""Well, I could’ve stolen the keycard and clothes," Eva countered.The girl’s gaze didn’t waver. "Despite your messy appearance, you carry yourself with grace. Your posture, ev
Eva jumped in alarm, spinning around to find a young girl sitting on a hospital bed. The room was filled with vases of flowers, their cloying fragrance filling the air. The child, no older than fourteen or fifteen years old, looked at her with wide, innocent eyes, her long hair framing her delicate face.Eva blinked in surprise, her anger momentarily forgotten as she stared at the young child. Somehow she felt something about this girl resembling a boy she used to know. “Hello.”“What's your name, child?" She asked, just as the footsteps outside became louder.The girl smiled faintly. “You’re running from people.” she said nugging at the door.Eva's brows furrowed. “Yes, I am.”. “Quick! Look for her before Boss gets upstairs!”The sound of the bodyguards’ voices rang in the hallway, getting closer. Panic flooded Eva's chest. She scanned the room frantically, looking for a way out, but the space was small, and the windows were sealed shut.She turned back to the girl, her pulse racing
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