Damien smirked at her, before raising his hand and wrapping it around her waist, pulling her closer to him. The sudden action made Eva gasp when she was tugged closer to him. “Hey, what are you doing? I'm -” " You asked me to stay still, so I'm doing what you said. Continue drying my hair.” Damien didn't let her finish what she was saying as he continued to hug her while resting his on her stomach. Eva wanted to say something but swallowed her words and just let him be while she continued to dry his hair. She was the one who brought this upon herself. “Damien, is it okay with you if I make a few changes to the themes and decorations of the house?" She suddenly asked, glancing at Damien who was still hugging her. “Why are you asking me that question? You're free to do whatever you like at the mansion. Don't forget you're the lady of the house.” Damien lazily replied, finding her stomach soft and comfy. Eva smiled when she heard him. He was giving her access to do whatever she l
Damien stared at Eva's back view for a few good minutes before he adjusted properly on the bed and laid down while facing Eva who still had her back turned.to him. “Come closer, Eva.” He said but got no response from Eva. She acted like she had fallen asleep but Damien knew that she was lying and pretending so they he wouldn't disturb her. ‘This woman.’ Eva who was pretending to be asleep suddenly let out a yelp of surprise when Damien's large hand wrapped around her and tugged her closer to him in one swift. “What are you doing?" She couldn't help but ask, trying to remove Damien's hand but to no avail. “Behave and continue to sleep." Damien gently commanded her to stop trying to remove his hand. ‘This overbearing man.’ She frowned when she heard him but couldn't say it out loud. Instead she just let him be as usual and relaxed her body. Seeing that she was no longer struggling, Damien moved her closer to him and Eva could only let out a helpless sigh and decided to sleep.
***********Cross Enterprises.Damien was sitting on his large chair in his office. Shane was standing in front of him giving him a few reports of the task he had done yesterday. However, he stopped mid way when he noticed that Damien had just been staring at his phone and was hardly hearing him. Even if he was listening to him, he could guess that his mind was deliberating on something.“Boss, are you okay?" Shane gathered his courage and asked. Instead of replying to him Damien picked his phone and dialed a number. “Report." He commanded, immediately the call connected.“Boss, Miss Eva just arrived at the Raylight Centre along with Miss Nathalia." Eric's voice sounded from the other line of the phone. Immediately Damien reached the offer centhis morning, he had instructed Eric to find out where the fashion show would be held since Eva had refused to tell him when he asked her this morning.“Send the address to Shane." Damien instructed and hung up the call. Since Eva didn't want to
Just at that moment, Olivia walked into the dressing room. “It's time." She gently informed Eva.Eva smiled and she gave a nod before lifting up her dress slightly and walked out of the dressing room towards the back of the stage. With her mask on, it was hard for people to tell that it wasn't Christine. However, if you were to point out one distinguishing feature between Eva and Christine currently, it would have to be Eva's legs. One of the things that made Eva really famous in the modeling world was her legs which were once known and recognized as one of the most beautiful legs in the world.Just as everyone thought the show had reached its climax, Eva descended gracefully to the stage on a chair. All the spotlights immediately focused on her. Everyone thought it was Christine who was finally making her appearance on the stage….......but…... only one piece of the Crimson Heart was seen and the other one was nowhere to be seen…..What had happened?All the guests present ran aro
Christine who was watching from her ward face paled when she saw the skill her substitute just pulled in front of the crowd. “Are you sure that is the C-grade model that the company had brought for you?” Mark couldn't help but ask, also witnessing what happened. "I don't know, something is wrong. Definitely wrong.” Christine absentmindedly replied, not taking her eyes off the TV screen afraid that something would happen. “Please pass my phone to me. I need to make a call." She said to Mark, stretching her hand to him and collecting her phone. Immediately, she dialed Olivia's number, but it wasn't going through. “Damn it!" She cursed under her breath before deciding to dial her second assistant manager who was very loyal to her. “Tanya, where are you right now? What is going on at the show?” She asked, immediately the call connected. "I'm not at the fashion show?" Tanya replied. “What?! Why aren't you there? What is going on? Are you watching the fashion show live?" Chri
Meanwhile, at the hospital ward again. Christine angrily threw the remote controller in her hand the moment she saw her older sister standing on the stage. Indeed her fear came to pass, not only is reputation on the line, but HB Industry would sue BTG Industry for lying to them as well. “What is that damned woman doing there?" Mark questioned as he glared murderously at Eva on the TV screen as if she'd drop dead. “What am I going to do, Mark? My sister……my sister had ruined everything….. How can she do this to me?” Unable to control herself, tears streamed down her eyes as she looked at Mark completely clueless on what to do now. How the hell did Eva do it? " Calm down, Christine. We will find something to do about this situation. And I will make that crazy woman take most of the fall for everything.” Mark pulled Christine into a tight hug as he glared at the TV screen. Suddenly, Christine's phone rang and it was Laura who was calling. They had obviously seen what happened as we
The media were in a frenzy when they heard Damien. What does Damien mean by this? Even though he had clearly denied his relationship with Eva as the woman that was caught with him, they couldn't hide their shock. He was a man who had never acknowledged any woman in entire life, however he just openly and publicly acknowledged Eva as someone great. Evangeline Carter, a woman branded as the country's vengeful, vicious, spiteful witch in the country was actually praised by one of the world's most dangerous men. Is this some kind of joke? Whatever the explanation, the reporters no longer dared to latch on to Eva. Instead, they shifted all blame to BTG Industry for lying to the public about Christine showing up. Like this, BTG Industry troubles began and Christine’s assistant had unintentionally been the one that started it. "Who do you think you are to take over Christine’s spot? You're supposed to be a low class substitute model, how come you caused so much trouble in a matter of
Eva casually walked out the event building since she was now done with her mission. Just as she stepped out of the elevator to the parking lot, where she was expecting Nathalia to wait for her. Suddenly her phone began to ring in her hoodie pocket. A small frown graced her face when she saw the caller was none other than Damien. Without hesitation she picked the call. “Hello…,?” She answered the call, her voice sounding low all of a sudden. " I'm waiting for you.” Damien's deep voice spoke on the other side of the phone. " Wait! What is that supposed to mean-” Before she could complete her question a car honk sounded, interrupted her and drew her attention from the phone. The moment she turned her head to the direction, she spotted Damien's car parked a few meters away from her. "Get in." She heard him speak through the phone before hanging up. Eva obediently walked towards the car and boarded it without complaining. She glanced at Damien who hadn't said a word ever since the
The sound of glass shattering echoed through the luxurious hotel suite as Christine hurled a vase across the room. Her chest heaved with rage, her nails digging into her palms as she glared at the headlines flashing on her phone screen. Her latest scheme to ruin Eva’s reputation had backfired, and instead of dragging her sister through the mud, she had only strengthened Eva’s position. Every carefully placed trap had been countered, every lie had been exposed. Christine had never felt so powerless. Sitting on the couch, Tanya crossed her legs and sighed, watching Christine throw another decorative piece to the floor. She had been working with Christine for years now, and while she had always known that Christine despised Eva, it was becoming clear that this wasn’t just about competition anymore. ‘It was an obsession’ she thought. Tanya remained silent as Christine raged, knowing full well that any attempt to calm her down would only make things worse. Instead, she waited for the
— That evening, Eva arrived at the mansion, feeling a strange sense of relief as she stepped inside. After staying in a hotel for so long, returning here felt like coming home—not just because of the place but because of who was waiting for her. She slipped off her heels and sighed, stretching her sore muscles. Just as she was about to call out, a deep, familiar voice came from the living room. “Took you long enough.” She turned and found Damien leaning against the doorway, watching her with that quiet intensity that always made her heart skip a beat. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie loosened, and despite the exhaustion she knew he must have felt from his long day, there was a softness in his gaze reserved only for her. A slow smile spread across her lips. “Miss me?” she teased, walking toward him. Instead of answering, Damien reached out and gently pulled her into his arms. His embrace was warm, steady—like an anchor. Eva let out a soft breath as she melted into his hold, re
—-- Meanwhile, at Cross Enterprise, Damien was already aware of the situation. Sitting in his office, he scanned the online articles, his expression darkening. Christine had dared to attack Eva through the media, hoping to cause irreparable damage. Big mistake. Damien didn’t tolerate anyone trying to harm what was his. Without hesitation, he placed the tablet down and looked at Eric. “Tell the PR team to shut it down,” he ordered. “And make sure every major outlet retracts the story and destroys whatever companies are involved in this scandal.” Eric frowned slightly when he heard his boss. Again he was trying to protect Eva all again. However, he couldn’t voice out his displeasure so he quietly nodded his head. “Yes, sir.” Within an hour, the suspicious articles started disappearing. Gossip blogs that had been flooded with scandalous headlines were suddenly quiet. Comments under posts were being flooded with contradictions. The narrative was crumbling before Christine’s eyes.
For the past few days, Christine had kept a low profile, following Tanya’s advice to wait for the right opportunity. Her previous schemes had failed miserably—each attempt to sabotage Eva had only backfired, making Eva look even more poised and untouchable. But Christine wasn’t the type to accept defeat.If she couldn’t surpass Eva professionally, then she would tear her down personally.Her mother, Laura, had been the one to plant the idea in her mind. "If you can’t win on the battlefield they’ve chosen," Laura had told her, "then change the game. Make them play on your terms."And that was exactly what Christine intended to do. This time, she wouldn’t just aim for petty sabotage—she was going to destroy Eva’s reputation completely.…………Early in the morning, Eva’s phone buzzed non-stop.Gossip sites, entertainment blogs, and even major media outlets were exploding with headlines:"Supermodel Eva Caught in Scandalous Affair with HB Industry CEO!""Is Eva Using Her Influence to Secure
Meanwhile, Eric, who had been silently watching the interaction, let out a small scoff. “So this is what I wasted my time for?” he muttered under his breath.Gwen immediately shot him a glare. “Excuse me?”Eric smirked slightly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You barged in here like it was urgent, but all you’re doing is dragging her out for a photoshoot?”“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Gwen said mockingly. “I forgot you were Mr.Cross's bodyguard and not his secretary. If it bothers you so much, maybe you should have stayed outside instead of following me in.” she said, though she knew that he was Damien's secretary but still said that to irk him.Eric chuckled darkly.’This crazy human being.’ “Believe me, I wouldn’t be here if someone didn’t insist I help her get past the receptionist.”“I did not beg—” Gwen started before cutting herself off, clenching her fists. “You know what? Forget it. I don’t have time to argue with an overgrown ice cube.”Eva, who had been watching the entire exch
Eva leaned back against the couch, patting her stomach in satisfaction. "I have to say, I really outdid myself picking that restaurant," she mused.Damien, who was already sitting behind his desk, raised a brow. “You outdid yourself? All you did was order the food. I don’t remember you being the one who actually cooked it.”Eva scoffed, sitting up straighter. “Excuse you, do you know how much effort it took to pick the best dishes from that menu?”Damien smirked. “Oh, I’m sure scrolling through a menu and pointing at things was exhausting.”Eva gasped, placing a hand over her chest dramatically. “Wow, Damien. I put all this effort into making sure my husband doesn’t starve, and this is the appreciation I get?”Damien let out a chuckle, the warmth in his gaze betraying his otherwise teasing expression. “Your husband could have easily ordered lunch himself, you know.”Eva narrowed her eyes. “Really? Because from the looks of it, you were buried under so many files that you probably woul
Gwen strode into Cross Enterprise’s grand lobby, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. She just got back from where she had told Eva she was going and had tried calling Eva multiple times, but as expected, Eva was too busy flirting or whatever she was doing with Damien to answer her phone.Glancing at the time, Gwen muttered under her breath. “If she doesn’t come out now, Victoria’s going to have my head.”With no other choice, she let out an exasperated sigh, and approached the receptionist’s desk.“I’m here to see Mr. Cross,” she said, adjusting the strap of her handbag. “Let me through to the top floor.”The receptionist, a young woman with perfectly styled hair and an unbothered expression, simply smiled. “I’m sorry, miss, but you don’t have an appointment. I can’t let you in.”Gwen blinked, momentarily taken aback. “What?”The receptionist gave her a polite but firm look. “Without an appointment, I can’t let you through. Company policy.”Gwen narrowed her
As Damien led her to the couch, Eva suddenly halted, making him turn with a questioning brow.“You know,” she mused, tilting her head with mock seriousness, “before you interrupted me, I was actually offering a very expensive consultation service.”Damien crossed his arms, amusement twinkling in his dark eyes. “Oh?”Eva nodded, tapping her chin as if in deep thought. “Yes, I used to charge companies millions for my insights. So technically… you owe me.”Damien let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. “Let me get this straight,” he said, his voice rich with teasing authority. “You walked into my office, sat in my chair, went through my documents without permission—and now you’re asking me to pay you?”Eva grinned. “That’s business, Mr. Cross. Nothing is free.”Damien smirked. “And what if I refuse to pay?”Eva pretended to think, then shrugged. “Then I guess I’ll take my brilliant mind elsewhere.”Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, but he played along. “That would be a shame. Tell me, Mrs
Minutes passed, and Eva quickly grew bored.She had been in Damien’s office many times, but she still found herself looking around. It was immaculate and organized, but it lacked anything personal. Nothing in this room screamed Damien—except for the towering stacks of documents and reports on his desk.Her eyes narrowed as she walked over, running her fingers lightly over the ridiculous amount of paperwork.“No wonder he barely has time to eat.” She muttered, shaking her head.The sight of his overwhelming workload triggered a familiar ache in her chest. She remembered her past—being buried in work, managing her father’s company alongside Mark. She had spent countless nights drowning in documents, starving herself to meet deadlines, and yet… no one had cared. Neither her father nor Mark had ever asked if she had eaten.Her fingers clenched slightly against the papers.She had left that life behind, yet here Damien was, doing the same thing to himself.Determined to help him, Eva sat i