“You don't deserve to say her name from your mouth, Mark Johnson. And for you Christine, I never see you as a sister other than a person I share the same blood with. You all can keep deceiving yourselves and putting the blame of your misfortune on my sister." Lucien coldly remarked as he made his way to the staircase. “How dare you, Lucien Carter! Do you know the person you are speaking to? Where are you god-damned manners?!" Matthew uncontrollably yelled furiously at Lucien who just reached the staircase. “Christine is your sister and not that wrench you call a sister. Where have I gone with training you and that stupid, useless, good-for-nothing sister of yours?!” He continued to rant angrily. “I guess I don't have one, because I never thought of one. And you've gone wrong in many places, father. If only you showed just ten percent of the attention you gave to Christine, my sister wouldn't be a demon that is out for your blood. You made her what she is, so it's your turn to em
“I came here thinking I can have a conversation with you but I won't stand you insolent brat insulting me. I'm your sister no matter how you try to pick that bitch over me." Christine muttered, her eyes flashing with anger. She was now a completely different Christine that everyone knew her to be. “Haha, so you finally decided to show your real self, huh? I knew you were just hiding behind your facade all along." Lucien let out a dry chuckle as he turned his head to look at Christine. Because Christine had manicured fingernails, her nails had scratched Lucien's face when she slapped him and blood dripped down the wound. “Get out of my room, Christine Carter." Lucien said in an extreme cold voice as he glared at Christine. The temperature in the room instantly dropped and Christine couldn't help but tremble at the cold gaze in Lucien's eyes. She slowly stood up from the bed and looked at Lucien completely stunned by his change in demeanor. “W-why are you being l-like this?" She
Eva who was still sitting in the living room and watching the news that Spectrum Broadcasting company had released couldn't help but commend Mr. Cox for his dutiful work. However, just as she was celebrating her time, her phone began to ring and it was none other than her father. Already knowing that he was calling because of the news, she decided to pick the call this time and hear what he had to say. “You crazy insolent-" " Come on, let's be civilized here. You don't have to scream like that since I can hear you perfectly. How about you tell me what you're calling me for?” Eva quickly interrupted Matthew before he could speak. Everyone on the other hand were shocked by how calm and collected she was, including Mark who was listening to her familiar enticing voice. He couldn't help but think she was really crazy. Eva was unaware that Christine and Mark were present, she was just having a good time annoying her father. “Are you the one behind the news that the Spectrum B
“Oh, really? I didn't notice your presence….” Eva trailed off and glanced at her cellphone to check the time and saw that it was still then he normally comes home. " It's early. Why are you at home so early?” She raised her head back to look at him. “I had less work to do." He replied gently before walking over and sat down beside Eva. “Less work?" Eva repeatedly, raising a suspicious brow at him. For a business tycoon like him to have less work to do. Who is he fooling? Plus why did he have that big suitcase if he had less work to do. “My wife seems to have a great day today, doesn't it?" Damien suddenly commented, looking at Eva. " I guess….I did." Eva quickly looked away from him. She knew that he was talking about all the chaos she had caused on the internet today. Damien was stupid to know that she was behind the information that was released by Spectrum Broadcasting company. “Since you're home early, let me help you with your bag." She quickly sprung up from the couch an
Eva hadn't utter a word ever since they had gotten to the hospital and Shenley was rushed inside. She had noticed the weak smile on her mother's face as she was rushed to the emergency room. For some reason Eva felt like that was the last time she'd ever see her mom smile but casted that thought aside and just quietly waited for the doctor to prove her wrong that her mom was fine. A few minutes later, the light in the emergency room switched off and doctors walked out of the room with a drained and gloomy expression on their face. “Doctor, what is going on? How is my Madam?" The nanny quickly stood up from her seat and approached the doctor. Eva didn't pay attention to the doctor and her nanny and just stood up from her seat and walked inside the room. She saw her mother lying on the bed, the nurse had yet to cover her cold dead body. “Mommy?" Eva slowly called but got no response from Shenley. She walked closer to the bed and reached to hold her mother's hand. Eva blinked when
The next morning, Eva woke up feeling refreshed. She recalled what had happened last night and how Damien had stayed by her side. Standing up on the bed and taking a look out of the window, although the sky is a bit clear, the wind is very cold. With a thought suddenly popping into her mind, Eva quickly dashed into the bathroom and took her bath. She quickly changed into casual outfits and rushed to the second floor where the kitchen was. The head chef was surprised to see Eva in the kitchen so early when they were preparing breakfast. Eva told the Head chef that she would like to prepare something for Damien. A few minutes later, Damien raised a brow when he saw Eva sitting on a seat in the dining room when he entered. Now he knew where this woman was because he was unable to find her in the room. “You're here. Sit down." Eva turned to look at Damien who was dressed in his usual three-piece black suit, his dark hair neatly styled. Sometimes, she wondered how he never fails to
Eva frowned at his words. Her eyebrows came together in confusion, forming creases between it. "Why can’t you tell me over the phone—" "No." Lawrence cut her off before she could complete her words."But—""You will know when you get here." He told her. Her frown deepened when she heard him. Now she was getting suspicious of what he wanted to tell her. She had a feeling she wouldn't like it.“Wipe that frown off your face and come here quickly.x Lawrence commented again, already knowing that Eva was frowning."You think I should when you won't give me a tip of what you want to tell me?” Eva asked, her voice laced with a bit of sarcasm."I will be waiting for you." Lawrence ignored her and hung up the call before she could argue about not coming again. “Tsk. Sly old man!” Eva clicked her tongue. She would have refused coming but he wouldn't even give her a chance to refuse.Left with no other choice, she walked to the walk-in closet to change into something else. Since she was going
The three men could tell that she was grumpy because Lawrence had dragged her here without telling her what she was here to do. “Young Eva, you’ve become very lazy." Dylan commented. “I agree with you Brother Dylan. And I wouldn't mind you lending me a hand over here as well since you seem less busy." Eva shamelessly agreed with Dylan who chuckled at her. “It's your work to do, not mine." He replied with a smile still on his face. She ignored Dylan who was obviously making fun of her and flipped through the reports, grabbing the pen on the table as she began to thoroughly scan the pages. She marked the paper whenever she noticed any errors and wrote tiny notes all over the reports. After what felt like a long time, she placed her pen down and let out a tired sigh. Today’s reports were boring as usual. Even though there weren't a lot of glaring errors, she was still diligently focused on them. She pried through every number and sentence to make sure nothing was amiss. “I'm done.
"I’ll take you up on that," Chris finally said, leading the pair into the backroom where rows of ready-made dresses hung in pristine condition.Eva's breath caught as she entered. The room was dazzling, the gowns on display nothing short of breathtaking. The cuts, the styles, the fabrics—every detail about these gowns was flawless, with each exuding its own unique allure. The first radiated the ethereal elegance of a fairy descending from the heavens to grace the mortal world. The second, a fiery red masterpiece, was a bold, passionate design that would embrace the wearer’s figure perfectly, accentuating every curve—even creating the illusion of them if necessary. But one in particular drew her in—a masterpiece that seemed almost ethereal.She moved toward it, her fingers twitching as though to touch the fabric, only for Chris to smack her hand lightly. "Sanitize first—"Before he could finish, a glacial chill filled the room. Chris froze under Damien’s lethal glare."You dare lay
"Damien, you're here!" A shrill voice rang out, it was high-pitched and overly enthusiastic like a girl. Eva’s sharp gaze darted toward the source of the voice, her expression immediately hardening as she turned to Damien. Oh, wonderful. So his friend was a woman. Just perfect."I’ve been waiting for you!" A stunning woman sauntered into the room, her hips swaying provocatively as she practically skipped toward Damien.Eva opened her mouth to speak, her sharp tongue ready to lash out, but Damien beat her to it. "Take off the wig and makeup. You're going to cause a misunderstanding," he growled, sidestepping the woman with a scowl. He tightened his grip on Eva's hand, silently signaling her to stay put despite the storm brewing in her eyes.The woman pouted dramatically, batting her long, mascara-heavy lashes at him. She had striking high cheekbones and a squarish, slightly rugged jawline, but her skillful use of makeup accentuated her features flawlessly."Damien, you’re no fun!" Her
The Underground Base Damien took a slow sip of his wine, the dark crimson liquid swirling in the glass as his icy gaze remained fixed ahead. His expression was unreadable, a mask of cold detachment. Seated casually in a chair with one leg crossed over the other, he rested his forehead against a propped-up hand, exuding an air of indifference.With his relaxed posture and bored demeanor, one might mistake him for a king idly discussing mundane matters, rather than a man calmly observing the live torture of another.Rex, barely clinging to life, was a bloodied mess. His body was mutilated in ways that caused unimaginable pain but kept him alive. He no longer resembled a man—he was more akin to a broken puppet.Oliver, casually spun a knife between his fingers, his face eerily clean despite the blood soaking the rest of him. He had already extracted a wealth of information from Rex, but the man still hadn’t revealed one crucial detail."Boss, I think this guy’s done talking," Oliver sai
After laying out the initial plan, Trix stood, her posture reflecting newfound determination. “I’ll get started on this immediately,” she said, adjusting her bag. She glanced at Eva and Gwen, her expression firm. “You can count on me to handle the media and HB Industry.”“Thanks, Trix,” Eva said with a faint smile. “Keep me updated on any developments. And remember, don’t let anyone at HB Industry catch on to what we’re doing.”“Got it.” Trix gave a small nod before walking out of the office.As the door clicked shut behind her, Gwen turned her attention to Eva, her brows furrowing in concern. She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. “Alright, Trix has her part covered. Now tell me, Eva—what’s your next move?”Eva didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she stood from her seat and walked toward the large window that overlooked the bustling streets of Miami. The city seemed alive with opportunity and challenges, a reflection of the battle brewing within her.“I’m going to accept the co
Eva stepped out of Kai’s office and made her way to Gwen’s. The polished corridors of Elite Entertainment seemed quieter than usual, but Eva’s mind was far from the ambiance around her. When she entered Gwen’s office, she found both Gwen and Trix waiting for her. The moment Gwen spotted her, she stood with her arms crossed, her expression simmering with frustration.“This is outrageous,” Gwen started without preamble. “Trix just told me everything. What does Mr. Carl think he’s doing? Pairing you with Christine? Is he out of his mind?”Eva closed the door behind her and approached the seating area, her calm demeanor in stark contrast to Gwen’s fiery tone. Trix sat on the couch, her face a mix of concern and uncertainty.“It’s not ideal,” Trix admitted, “but Mr. Carl is thinking from a business perspective. He believes Eva’s influence can salvage Christine’s reputation. That’s the only reason he’s doing this.”Gwen let out a sharp laugh, incredulous. “And we’re supposed to let Eva clea
Meanwhile Eva was busy panicking in her room. Every dress in her closet was stunning, crafted from the finest materials, yet none of them fit her properly! She hadn't gotten any sensible dress for the banquet when she went to the mall. There wasn’t enough time to reach out to a designer for a custom dress that fit her current size. She called the best tailors she knew, but all of them were fully booked. It wasn’t hard to figure out why—the socialites attending the banquet had monopolized their schedules.Eva considered skipping the event altogether but quickly dismissed the thought. Her grandpa Smith would never allow it. Letting out a frustrated groan, she collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling in defeat.Suddenly her phone vibrated against the table, breaking the silence. She glanced at the screen. Trix.She picked up, her voice composed despite the knot forming in her stomach. “Trix. What’s the news?”Trix hesitated briefly before speaking, her voice laced with concern. “E
Kai leaned back in his sleek office chair, sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Elite Entertainment’s Miami headquarters. His phone buzzed, and the name “Mr. Carl” flashed across the screen. Sighing, he answered the call, already bracing himself for what was to come.“Kai speaking,” he said curtly.“Good afternoon, Mr. Breaker,” Came Mr. Carl’s smooth and measured voice. “I appreciate you taking my call. I wanted to discuss a matter concerning Evangeline.”Kai’s posture straightened slightly, his instincts immediately alert. “What about her?”“Well,” Mr. Carl began, his tone calculated, “as you’re aware, Christine Carter has been facing some challenges following her recent scandal. While BTG industry has done its best to contain the fallout, her reputation has not fully recovered. This has raised concerns for us at HB Industry, given her collaboration contract with us.”Kai’s eyes narrowed. He said nothing, letting Mr. Carl dig his own grave.“To address this,” M
---The next morning, the media was ablaze with photos of their romantic outing. Paparazzi had captured them at the amusement park, painting them as the ultimate power couple. In every image, Damien’s protective nature was evident—his arm firmly around Eva, his gaze never straying far from her.The headlines praised their chemistry, their undeniable connection. While most media outlets dared not mention Eva’s past, a few foolishly brought up her previous engagement to Mark and unearthed unflattering photos from years ago.Damien was swift in his retaliation. The companies responsible were swiftly dismantled, their employees blacklisted, and the malicious articles erased from existence. His actions sent a clear message: any attack on Eva would be met with swift and merciless consequences.Unaware of the media frenzy, Eva woke up to a flood of messages. Most were from her estranged family, whose sudden interest in her life only deepened her disdain.[Mistress]: Ungrateful child! Why did
Her words seemed to shatter the last of his control. Damien’s movements became more deliberate, his hands exploring her body with a confidence that left her breathless. She felt the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of her dress, and when his lips found the sensitive spot at the base of her throat, a soft moan escaped her.The tension between them built with every touch, every kiss, until it was almost unbearable. Damien’s hands found the straps of her dress, and he slid them down her shoulders, his lips following the path they left behind. She felt vulnerable yet safe under his gaze, the intensity in his eyes making her feel like the most precious thing in the world.Just as they reached the point of no return, the shrill sound of Damien’s phone shattered the moment. He froze, his forehead resting against hers as he let out a frustrated groan. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, his voice filled with irritation.Eva couldn’t help but laugh softly, her cheeks flushed a