Eva closed the door behind her as she walked into her apartment. Surprisingly, when she carried the box she thought it was going to be heavy based on the big size but it turned out to be light for her. Placing the black on the glass table, Eva sat down on the couch folding her arms in front of her chest as her gaze bore deeply at the black box. When Nathalia had warned her about the things Damien could do, and based on the information she had gathered on the internet and the terrifying rumors surrounding the infamous Damien Cross she heard in the past. According to Nathalia and the rumors, he was a ruthless, merciless man who wouldn't blink at the idea of murder, torture and destroying an entire family generation and legacy that have lived for centuries to come. Not even the underworld wanted to offend him, his ruthlessness was a fearsome thing no one could ever play with. A flick of his finger was enough to send the people on their knees begging for his mercy. With all this Eva
Eva burst into a loud laughter when she heard Nathalia's words. “Your birthday is still seven months away, so I don't think you need an early birthday gift and particularly not this kind of gift.” Eva remarked.Even though Eva couldn't see her, Nathalia pouted when she got rejected by Eva too.“Besides, I have no intention of keeping this purse or giving it to you. I'm definitely going to return it back from where it came from.” Crossing her arms, Eva informed with a light sparkle in her eyes.Nathalia raised her eyebrows, “Return to where it came from? How did you plan to do it?” Nathalia asked in curiosity.Not just anyone could easily get in contact with Damien Cross. It was even hard for other CEOs from reputable companies to reach him. It would take months of booking in order to personally see him in person.“Besides, returning the gift might really make him come after you. What if he gave you this gift to test you…. I mean you don't want to keep making enemies with him by retu
Shane followed behind Damien and opened the door to the office and entered after Damien entered the office. As usual, just like Damien's personality, the room was lifeless and chilly. Damien strolled towards his chair and sat down behind his big desk. “Today's schedule?” Damien's deep voice rang out in the room.Shane cleared his throat and began his report as he looked at his tablet. “Well, you have a meeting with the CEO of Sky corporation at 2pm. You also-” “Postpone that meeting.” Damien cut off Shane with a dark expression.“What?! Okay, I understand.” Shane replied with a sigh, knowing Damien for years now he was already used to his expression. He knew it wasn't intentional but sometimes he wished that Damien could control his facial expressions. “What about the LT Corp CEO who is requesting another meeting with you? Do you wish to deny or accept?” Shane asked.“Deny.” Damien replied without much hesitation to think about it.“Okay.” Shane nodded his head. He was already anti
The presence of the knife gleaming under the light, made Shane swallow his saliva in fear. For a second he thought Damien was about to throw the knife at him again for voicing out his thoughts. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that Damien cut through the box.Shane could feel his hand shaking slightly in extreme anxiety and anticipation of what inside the box. It was impossible to even think of entering the Cross Enterprise office building with having a workers ID. However, someone was capable enough of not only entering the building to the Cross Enterprise but also possess the private key card that gave the access to the highest floor in the building. This was practically impossible and unacceptable, only a few handful of people have the access to the private key card and they were mostly Damien's trusted men. So, how the heck was this a possible to be a hand delivery.Shane felt his heart beating faster and faster against his chest with each passing seconds as he watch Damie
After both Shane and Mary left the office, Damien stared at the big window behind his desk. The world looked so small to him as gaze down at the city from high up. He owned everything within a 70 mile radius and beyond, there was nothing he couldn't afford or get as long as he desired that thing in the world.The women threw themselves freely at him purposely and discreetly.Even when other country's most beautiful women threw themselves and approached him, he never flinched or even spared them a second glance. He wasn't interested in them even when they all did different kinds of schemes just to get his attention. He still didn't bat an eye for those kinds of women that shamelessly show off their bountiful bodies.Damien's mind wandered off to Eva and a slight frown appeared on his face, there was nothing special about Eva nor her background could be compared to the background of other ladies that were willing to sacrifice everything just to get his attention. Eva was different but y
Despite the fact of losing her title and position, the handful of people she was still acquainted with seemed to like her more than usual because she was now a single woman. She also remembers how Nathalia made fun of her about it, saying that most of them were like that because they knew that the spot beside her was empty and there was a chance she might fall in love with one of them.Eva didn't really believe that because she didn't plan to fall in love at this point of her life. She placed down the white card and grabbed her cellphone phone. She scrolled through her contact list for a while contemplating on who to call. After a few minutes of scanning through her contacts, she decided to text a high-profiled CEO that deals with cars in Miami.Eva had a small smile on her face, he really is trying to flaunt his wealth to her. He gifted her a purse, then she gifted him a wrist watch which was twice the price of the purse but now he is giving her this necklace which cost three times
“Your father informed me that you are going to attend the birthday party of the Grason Patriarch. He asked me to set a date for you with the Sander family heir because he doesn't trust you to not embarrass the family reputation with the date you will bring along.” Laura explained. Eva had a scowl on her face when she heard Laura's explanation. ‘Sander family?’ “Since when did you take charge of hooking me up with some random guys? How is that any of my father's concern about my date to the party? Wasn't he the one that wanted me at the party? Why did he want to choose my date for me again?” Eva questioned with an irritated look on her face.“What do you mean by that statement, Evangline Carter?! As the Madam of the family, I can order you to go on the blind date without your father asking me to.” Laura yelled angrily, she hated the fact that Eva wasn't treating her as the Madam of the Carter family. “As long as you're part of this family you have to follow every order.” She added.“
“How annoying!” Eva muttered as she threw her phone to the seat next to the couch. Those two just don't get the fact that she wanted to be left alone. “Giving such a short notice to a stupid blind date. Besides, why the Sander family heir?” she wondered. The Sander family is one of the most powerful law firm families in the entire country and as for the heir, Eva heard that he wasn't in the country and was staying overseas at that time she was still Mark's fiancee.‘Did he come back to the country? If that's the case then it is a reason for Laura to set a blind date because he doesn't know anything about my past that much.’ Eva thought. “Honestly I need to clear my head.” Eva stood up from the couch and headed towards her kitchen. She opened the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of wine and a wine glass. Pouring the alcohol into the wine glass, Eva raised her cup to her lips but she stopped again when the smell of the alcohol wraft her nose.Suddenly, she recalled the promise that Natha
Lucien entered the living room with his usual quiet air, his school bag slung over one shoulder. His dark eyes, cold and unreadable, briefly scanned the room before landing on his mother, Laura, seated gracefully on the couch with a teacup in hand. Her posture was as poised as ever, but Lucien’s sharp gaze detected the faint smugness that usually lingered after one of her scheming conversations with Christine.He said nothing, brushing past her with the silent intent of heading upstairs. His long strides were interrupted when Laura called out, her tone laced with a false warmth."Lucien," she said, setting her teacup down. "Come here for a moment."Lucien stopped mid-step, his back stiffening. He slowly turned around, his expression blank but his sharp gaze silently questioning her interruption.Laura’s smile wavered under his cold stare, but she maintained her composure. "Christine just got back a while ago. Why don’t you go upstairs and greet her?"Lucien raised an eyebrow, crossing
Christine stormed into the Carter mansion, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, her jaw clenched tightly in frustration. She tossed her designer bag onto the couch, her lips pressed into a thin line as she paced back and forth. The events of the day replayed in her mind like a relentless reel—Eva’s smirk, her cutting words, the way she had effortlessly dismissed Christine in front of everyone. It was a humiliation Christine couldn’t stomach."That woman," she hissed under her breath. "She always finds a way to one-up me. How does she always come out on top?"Laura, who had been sitting in the adjacent room sipping tea, looked up as her daughter’s angry footsteps echoed. She set her cup down gracefully and stood, smoothing her dress as she approached Christine."Christine," Laura said in a calm, measured tone, "what’s the matter now?"Christine stopped pacing and turned to her mother, her eyes blazing with frustration. "It’s Eva! She humiliated me again today, in front
Once the deal was official, she turned to leave the meeting room with Gwen and Trix at her side. They made their way down the sleek hallway of HB Industry, their footsteps echoing on the polished floors. Just as they neared the exit, they came across Christine and her entourage, who had just arrived.Christine’s eyes widened when she saw Eva. Her usual fake smile quickly appeared, though there was a slight tension in her features. Eva wasn’t sure whether to laugh or feel disgusted as Christine approached her.“Sister!” Christine said, her voice sweet and syrupy as she stepped forward. “I am so sorry for being late. I didn’t mean to hold up the meeting like this. I just got caught up in some last-minute details.”Eva’s expression remained neutral, but she couldn’t help the slight roll of her eyes at Christine’s words. She had no intention of entertaining Christine’s faux apology, but Christine wasn’t finished yet.“Oh, and about last night,” Christine said in a tone that was just loud
In the sleek, minimalist meeting room at HB Industry, Eva sat at the center, sitting by her sides were none other than Gwen and Trix, with her official company lawyer at her side. They were all dressed sharply, the atmosphere tense as they awaited the start of the meeting. On the other side of the polished conference table, Mr. Carl and his HB Industry team sat with the Whyte Corps representatives, their suits impeccably pressed and faces expressionless.It was a rare sight to see Eva waiting this long, especially for a meeting she had no patience for. She had already signed the contract in her mind, but the delays were irking her. The anticipation of what was supposed to be a routine procedure seemed to drag on indefinitely. The room had grown uncomfortably still as they all waited for the meeting to start. Eva’s fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of her chair, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes about her impatience .With a soft sigh, Eva glanced at Gwen and Trix, silently expre
She stood at the doorway, adjusting the strap of her handbag as she prepared to leave for HB Industry. Damien followed her to the entrance, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, though his piercing gaze gave away his reluctance to let her go.“Don’t forget to call me if anything comes up,” he said, his deep voice steady yet tinged with a protective edge.“I won’t,” Eva replied with a small smile. She turned to open the door when his voice stopped her.“Wait.”She turned back, one brow raised in question.“You’re leaving without giving me a proper goodbye?” Damien asked, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips.Eva blinked, caught off guard by his request. “A proper goodbye? You’re serious?”He stepped closer, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her like a cocoon. “I don’t joke about such things. A goodbye kiss is mandatory.”Her cheeks flushed slightly, though she masked it with a playful roll of her eyes. “Fine,” she relented, taking a step toward him. “But I’ll only give yo
After a pause, George returned to the phone. “Damon Cross,” he said, purposely mispronouncing the name to irritate him.Damien felt his nose twitch at the deliberate and grating mispronunciation of his name, but he maintained a polite tone, reminding himself he was speaking to an elder. “Yes, Grandfather?” He replied smoothly, emphasizing the title in retaliation. Two could easily play the game of pettiness.George resisted the urge to march over to the banquet and knock some sense into the boy for daring to use that title. Grandfather? He scoffed internally. ‘If you want to call me that, first show me a ring on her finger—and then give me some great-grandkids before you even think about it! I wonder what that useless grandfather of his taught him.’“Now listen clearly to me. If she stays at your house, it’s for tonight only. And if I find out you’ve done anything improper, I’ll personally see to it that you’re castrated. Do you understand?”Julian, overhearing the threat, nearly cho
---As the banquet neared its end, Damien escorted Eva to his car. He fully intended to take her home—to their home—hoping to spend the night by her side. But his plans were thwarted by an all-too-familiar figure: her meddling grandfather.The moment Eva settled into the car, her phone rang. Damien, still holding the door open for her, frowned at the sound. When he saw the caller ID, his expression darkened further. Of course, it was him.While Eva answered the call, Damien’s sharp eyes scanned the area. Hidden in the shadows near the back entrance, a figure lurked—one of George’s men, undoubtedly there to keep tabs on her. His presence only worsened Damien’s mood.“Yes, Grandfather, I’m leaving the banquet now,” Eva said into the phone, her tone polite but weary. “Yes, I’ve made a few connections… I’m heading home? No, not to Damien’s. I know, I know, there will be more rumors if—”Before she could finish, Damien snatched the phone from her hand.“She’ll be perfectly safe with me,”
Eva turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did you do this?" She lifted her gaze to meet his, realizing he had been watching her the entire time, his piercing eyes fixed solely on her. She had heard whispers, unconfirmed reports that Lydia was behind the replica of the blue dress that was sent to her. But to see her now, reduced to this state, it seemed the consequences of her actions were almost... excessive. "Yes," Damien replied without hesitation, his tone calm but firm. He tried to guide her out of the banquet, his hand lightly pressing against her back, but Eva stood her ground, refusing to move. "Why?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. Damien’s sharp eyes narrowed at her question, his jaw tightening. What did she mean, why? That woman had orchestrated her public disgrace, and now Eva was hesitating, questioning the justice served? Did she not understand that showing mercy to enemies was akin to betraying herself? "She was responsible for your humiliati
Christine’s nails dug into her palm, her anger simmering beneath a mask of civility. She longed to lash out, but Damien’s presence reminded her of her place. Any wrong move could lead to her downfall.“It’s unbecoming to insult others so publicly…” Christine’s voice was a deliberate attempt at calm, but it lacked conviction.“The truth often stings, get over it.” Eva replied coldly, her unapologetic tone reinforcing her dominance. The crowd e were not even surprised by her response because they were used to this behavior of hers, but they were taken back by Christine's sudden desire to argue with Eva.Wasn't Wasn’t Christine supposed to be the passive type, the one who ended arguments rather than starting or joining them? The sudden shift in her behavior was beginning to alter everyone’s perception of her, casting doubt on the image she had so carefully cultivated.Dusti standing nearby with a glass of wine, observed the scene with quiet amusement. Eva’s sharp wit was refreshing, a st