She knew Kai was right, it would easily take effect on a normal man but Damien wasn't normal. She's sure that he wouldn't feel anything if she was naked though he had seen her naked before but that was because she was drunk and he was drugged. “They can work but it depends on the man you want to seduce like I said." Kai replied. " I wouldn't get smitten by these mere tricks if it's used on me.” He added. "Alright, the man in question is my husband.” Eva finally revealed. “What?!!" Kai jolted up like he was shocked by electricity when he Eva. He quickly sat up and looked at Eva in bewilderment. Taking the opportunity that he had gotten up, Nathalia quickly placed the bottle of juice down and seized the opportunity to lay her head on Eva's lap this time. Both Eva and Kai wanted to say something when they saw Nathalia's action but they were interrupted by her before they could speak. “You heard her right, sweetie. She's married. Which means you're the only certified loner among us."
“So, did you think I'm way more handsome than your new boyfriend?” Kai asked, folding his arm in front of his chest as he looked at Nathalia. “Geez! What did you think of yourself? Of course, my Stanley is way hotter than you are and even more looking." Nathalia replied, which was obviously a lie. Although Stanley was handsome and looked older than Kai by a year or two since he was in his early thirties and Kai was about the same age as Edwin- her older brother who was twenty nine years old. Compared to that Kai was even very much older than both she and Eva by four or five years. That aside, despite Stanley being handsome, he still couldn't be compared with Kai who was on another different level of handsome. “Is that so?" Kai raised his brow at her response. He hadn't seen Stanley before so he wasn't sure if she was saying the truth or not. “Yeah. Come to think of it, both of you share the same surnames." Nathalia suddenly remarked, she was just realizing that now. “But you st
Meanwhile, the people in the elevator glanced at her with an incredulous expression on their face. They were wondering if this woman had a death wish or a desire to go to jail. It must've been both, for she pressed the button to the highest floor that the elevator could go to. The higher up the floors, the higher up the position. Just who the hell was this woman? They were unable to tell that Eva was the same woman that had been trending online and internet lately because she was wearing a face mask and dark shade sunglasses. "Uhm, excuse me—" Eva trailed off as she turned to glance at the people behind her. "I believe this is your floor," She curtly said, stepping aside to let the people behind her out. She quietly watched as they exchanged glances, then looked at the floor she was going to stop at, and finally, they said nothing. Eventually, the employees all exited the elevator. They muttered amongst themselves and quickly called the security downstairs to notify them of her
And he had to say, his boss was using a cunning way with Eva to get what he wants. He knew about Damien's real intention with this marriage between Eva and Damien and also his purpose as well. Poor thing. For some reason, Eva felt awkward in the elevator with Shane. She sensed that he was thinking about something which was obviously related to her but she can't point it out. “What about Eric?" She suddenly asks, making Shane snap out of his thoughts and turn to look at her. After all, it was Eric she met the last time she visited and he still owes her something and that was for locking her up in Damien's office during her last visit. “Boss sent him on an errand." He replied. Of course, Eva would know Eric because they must have met some time ago when he was away to carry out the task Damien gave him. “I see." She slowly nodded her head, still holding the paper bag in her hand. "What brought Miss Eva here?” It was Shane's turn to ask this time and he took a glance at the bag in h
Shane held back a laugh, choking it down with a cough. He cleared his throat behind a fist, but his lips threatened to break out into a smile. "Get out." Damien jutted his chin towards the door. Chloe scoffed again. "I've made the journey all the way from the mall as your Director. At least look at the reports I've painstakingly crafted for you." Eva quietly stared at Chloe. She was the same woman she had seen at the mall a few weeks ago when both she and Nathalia went out to buy a dress for the Grason patriarch's birthday banquet. She is Chloe Patson according to Nathalia. Being the Director of one of the most successful malls in the country was quite a status to achieve. Her attention shifted to the way the sunlight fell on Chloe's bright blond hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes. Even though she was obviously more beautiful than Chloe, she felt this woman was capable of making a man fall beneath her feet. She wondered if Damien was also attracted to this kind woman. ‘Didn’t
Chloe was shocked again, but forced herself to nod her head. She was blown away by this woman. Just then, she realized the trespasser wasn't thrown out like a wet sock. Being schooled like this in front of the person she had worked so hard to gain his respect, her face continued to glow red. Was this stranger intentionally embarrassing her? Chloe secretly took a glance at Damien again and her heart dropped instantly. Whilst she was being scolded by some stranger, Damien's lips were curled up into a smile she rarely sees. "Well done," Damien said, his hardened voice sounding less rough. He grabbed the file and stretched it towards Shane. “Have them refix this report as well as the others I sent." He told Shane who nodded his head. Chloe felt like someone had just smatched her heart into a thousand pieces with a huge hammer. She shot a glare towards the woman. She never asked for feedback, thus, didn't appreciate this one. She tightened her grip on the report, enough to crumble th
Damien frowned before standing up from his seat and grabbed the bag and walked towards where Eva was sitting. He placed the bag on the coffee table, his tall figure towering Eva who was watching his every move. “Did you come all the way just to bring lunch for me?" He asked, his gaze burying on her before he took his seat on the single sofa next to her. “Yes." Eva nodded her head as she looked at him, hoping to hear some praise from him. “Did you come here by yourself?" He asked again. Eva shook her head before she spoke. “I asked the driver to bring me here?" “It's dangerous to wander around by yourself. Not after the drama you caused and after exposing yourself." He told her. “I know that. Don't tell me you don't appreciate me coming here to bring lunch for you?" Eva asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she peered at him. Damien didn't say anything and just stared at her quietly. He was glad that she actually thought about him and brought it for him, but he wasn
Eva stared at him for a few seconds before a thought popped into her mind. Instead of collecting the spoon from him, she leaned forward with her mouth open. She used her hand to grab his hand and pushed the spoon into her open mouth and swallowed the food. “There, are you happy now?" She asked after chewing on the food. Damien just stared at her because he wasn't expecting her to make a move like that. He simply hummed and turned his head away at Eva's question. “Hubby, I have a question to ask you?" She suddenly spoke, making Damien turn to her. "What?” " What is your favorite food?” Eva didn't waste time and asked. "None," A quick response came from Damien without thinking about it. "Oh... how about movies? Do you have one you wanted to watch?" Eva tried again. "I don’t watch movies," "Ohh... ah, sport. What’s your favorite sport?" "Nothing in particular," "Then how about celebrities?" "None," Eva was speechless. Why did it end up with a question and answer? And what’s
Just as Rex reached for his expensive wine again, the door to the room burst open with a thunderous crash, silencing the revelry in an instant. Crimson laser dots swarmed the room, targeting every man, freezing them in place.Rex barely blinked when he saw the commotion. It was not something new to have enemies barge into the place he was having fun. Probably, it would end with another threat conversation before the other party leaves. Calmly, he sipped his drink and set it down. But just as his fingers released the glass, a bullet shattered it, spilling the expensive liquor onto his custom Dior shoes."Bold little bastards," Rex muttered, his patience wearing thin. Reaching into his waistband, he pulled out a pistol.Upon seeing the lethal weapon in his hand, the women beside scattered like frightened mice, their shrieks piercing the tension-filled air. They weren't women who worked for the clan, instead, they were just simple escorts and prostitutes called in to please these big-sho
After switching the light on, her eyes landed on a set of bags near the couch. The scent of familiar dishes wafted through the air, and her heart twisted painfully. He had brought her favorite foods, likely intending to eat with her.He had wanted to eat with her. Her chest prickled with guilt and for a moment, she hesitated.But then she glanced at the shattered vase she had thrown in anger, and the guilt was replaced by frustration. Gathering the bags, she marched to the door and opened it to find Damien’s bodyguards standing stiffly outside.“You must be hungry standing out here all day,” she said, shoving the bags into their hands. “Take these. I’m not in the mood to eat.”The men exchanged bewildered glances.“Lady Boss, are you sure—”“If you don’t want them, throw them away,” she said curtly, shutting the door before they could protest further.“We can't really toss this away, can't we? This is too expensive." One of the bodyguards said, glancing at the bag while the others nod
His scowl deepened, and for a moment, she thought he might explode. But instead, he bit back whatever retort had been on the tip of his tongue. He knew that pushing her further would only backfire.“I understand you hate hospitals,” he said after a long pause, his voice gentler. “But staying here and resting is for your own good. You’re too stubborn to take care of yourself, so I have to do it for you.”Did he view her as a child? Why was he so persistent in keeping her here? She could recuperate somewhere else with a personal doctor — anything was fine, as long as it wasn't this chemical-filled location brimming with painful memories.Eva’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t need your intervention.”His eyes narrowed, his irritation simmering just beneath the surface. “Don’t be stubborn—”“You’re a hypocrite,” she shot back before she could stop herself. Well, to some extent, she was hypocritical."Ehm, ehm……you demand me to not be stubborn, but here you are again, also being st
Eva felt her heart ache at the tone of Damien's voice, so small and fragile, like that of a lost child. Her chest tightened with guilt for having pushed him to this point. Her logical mind chastised her for taking things too far, while her heart yearned to soothe and comfort him.“Will you do it again?” she asked softly, her fingers tracing gentle circles over his rough, calloused hands.Immediately, his hand shifted to clasp hers tightly, intertwining their fingers in a firm yet comforting grip. Her heart skipped a beat at the gesture, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her lips.“I can’t promise you a definite no,” he admitted, his deep voice muffled as he rested his head on her shoulder. He breathed her in—the intoxicating, calming scent of jasmine filling his senses and clouding his mind. “But I will try my hardest to be lenient.”She paused, unsure how to respond. Sensing her silence, Damien tightened his hold on her fingers, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.“Are you sti
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