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
Damien had his eyes on her watching her movement till she stood beside him. He slowly turned his chair to face her properly since he wasn't sure what she was up to this time around. Eva bent her body down and leaned closer to Damien's face with a smile on her face before planting a small kiss on his. “Goodbye kiss." She told him and was about to straighten her body up when Damien's strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She was surprised by his actions which made her slip and sat down on his lap. “What are you-" Damien's other hand went to the back of her head and pushed her face closer to him before she could finish her sentence. “Do it properly." He replied. Just as she opened her mouth to say something again he took advantage of it and crashed his lips against hers. ‘This man, what does he think he is doing?’ Eva thought, getting lost with the way Damien was kissing her so passionately. This kiss was getting beyond what a ‘goodbye’ should be like. E
Eva sat down in the car with a smile stuck on her face when she recalled what had happened in the office with Damien. Things were getting really heated back there. ‘Should I haven't stopped him?’ She thought to herself when a mini Eva dressed in all red, a red halo floating above her head and a black trident staff in her hand appeared on her right shoulder. ‘You stupid fool! You had the chance a while ago and just let it slip off your hands. Did you know how hard I have worked to make sure of an opportunity?’ The mini devilish looking Eva scolded with a disappointed look on her face. Before Eva could reply, another mini Eva dressed in a white dress, golden halo floating above her head as well, with a white long staff in her popped out on Eva's left shoulder. ‘Don’t mind her, that is how dark minded creatures like her think. You did a great job.’ Unlike the mini devil who spoke in a harsh tone, the angel spoke in a soothing voice. ‘How dare the likes of you interfere in my business
She had her naturally wavy hair straightened and tied into a low ponytail which made her face appear cuter yet mature. Her entire outfit was completed with a black designer purse and black stilettos heels. Although she was dressed a bit cooperative today, she had purposely worn this because she had a press conference today and wanted to look more different from the way she normally looked in the past. The moment she walked out of the dressing room and saw Damien in the room, a smile appeared on her face. She walked up to him and stood in front of him, still wearing her smile. “Good morning, hubby." She greeted and moved closer to him, before tilted her head a bit and landed a kiss on his lips. Thankfully she was wearing heels, all she had to do was tip toe a bit to reach his face. She pulled away to look at Damien who looked calm but she could see the surprise flashing in his eyes which almost made her want to laugh at him. Well, this was also part of her research she had made, a
“Well, you don't have to say it because I can read it on your face." Eva replied with a casual wave. “I can also read your expression as well, beautiful.” He said, making Eva tilt her head to the side. "What does my expression say?” She asked. "You seem to be in a really good mood today. Did something happen?" "Is there a time I have never looked happy? I was happy yesterday, so am I today.” Eva replied. "You're right, you were happy yesterday. But there are different types of happiness and today you are radiating and glowing in a way that I've never seen in a long time.” Even though he didn't grow up with Eva as a child like Nathalia, he can easily tell when she had changed in demeanor. Eva smiled when she heard him. Was she happy? She isn't sure either. All she knew was that she was just in a really good mood and she knew that there was nothing that could make lose this feeling as of now. “Don't tell me something happened between you and your new husband? That's the only thi
Gwen released Eva from her hug and looked at her face. She is a cute looking young woman who is just a year older than Eva. Her ginger shoulder length hair was tied up in a half up and half down style. Unlike Eva who has a slender, yet curvy body figure, Gwen's body figure was almost like Chole and also a head taller than Eva. Despite the fact that she was a year older than Eva, the way Gwen behaved around Eva also made her look like a younger sister but she had her reason for that. Without Eva she wouldn't have been able to do her dream job which is to be a celebrity manager. Gwen came from a second tier family in New York City. She was the only daughter of her family apart from her two older brother's. All of her life, her parents were grooming her to become the perfect wife material so that they can marry her off to another wealthy family to form a connection to elevate her family. However, Gwen's dream was different from what her parents had in mind for her. She didn't want to
After confirming from Kai that Gwen was the surprise he was talking about, the two women sat down together on the couch and started talking, forgetting about Kai, who just quietly did his work. “So you are really back for real?” Gwen asked. " At least for now, I'm doing this to elevate my reputation that has already been ruined. I won't blame my past bad personality on anyone since it was me, I was the problem of myself back then.” Eva replied, making Gwen nod her head at her. “I agree with you. You already dominated once with a bad reputation, you can dominate again with a good reputation this time. I like how you chose to be a phoenix that is from it ash again.” Gwen commented. " Don't worry, you still have one of the top ranking managers in the city as your personal manager.” She added with a grin. “Yes, but we would need assistants since all my assistants have left. But I have also retrieved one of the most priced assistants along the way as well.” Eva replied, she was talking
“I... I’m starting to think Eva might be trying to sabotage me. You know, with the awards coming up, and her growing popularity... I just have this feeling she’s trying to push me out of the competition,” Christine said, her voice trembling slightly as if she was on the verge of breaking down. She knew Mark would respond to weakness, to vulnerability, just as he always had.Mark’s voice was low, filled with annoyance. “What do you mean, sabotage you? She’s already got the public on her side. What else does she want?”“I don’t know, Mark. But I can’t shake the feeling that she’s behind some of the things happening to me lately,” Christine continued, carefully planting the seed of doubt. “She’s been getting more endorsements, more media attention... She’s always one step ahead, and I feel like she’s using me to boost her own career. Maybe she’s trying to push me out of the spotlight, making sure I don’t have a chance to win.”Mark was silent for a moment, processing the information. Chr
Eva didn’t respond immediately. She could feel the seriousness in Everett’s words, and for a brief moment, the playful rivalry between them was pushed aside.Everett’s eyes softened slightly as she looked at Eva, a rare glimpse of concern flickering in her gaze. “What are you going to do about her? She’s the one who caused my accident but had that person lie he was a fan, right? Also with the recent things happening, I can tell she’s been pulling strings, trying to break you down.”Eva's expression hardened, her grip tightening on her wine glass. “I’m not sure yet. But Christine’s time is running out.” She gave a slight, bitter laugh. “I won’t let her destroy me.”Everett studied Eva for a moment, her face unreadable. “Be careful, Eva,” she said quietly, her tone more serious than Eva had ever heard. “Christine’s dangerous. And she’s got a way of making everyone believe her sweet little act.”Eva took a deep breath, looking away briefly as she processed Everett’s words. The concern wa
The day of the event arrived, and Christine was glowing with victory. Dressed in an elegant gown, she enjoyed the attention as she mingled with industry elites, knowing she was now the headlining speaker.With Eva out of the picture, this was her moment.Then the doors opened.Gasps rippled through the crowd as Eva walked in, effortlessly poised, wearing a breathtaking designer dress. The cameras instantly shifted toward her, flashing in rapid succession.Christine’s smile faltered. “What is she doing here?”Before she could react, the event host stepped onto the stage, microphone in hand.“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special surprise. While there were some scheduling changes, we’re honored to have Eva here tonight.”Christine stiffened. “What? That’s impossible!”Eva merely smiled, making her way toward the front.Kai had pulled the right strings behind the scenes. Even if she wasn’t an official speaker anymore, she was still one of the biggest names in the room—and the audience
Christine was livid. Every attempt to ruin Eva had backfired, and now, the industry was beginning to suspect foul play.Her carefully crafted innocent image was slipping, and she refused to let that happen.Gripping her phone tightly, she dialed Tanya, her voice sharp the moment the call connected."Tanya, listen carefully. I don’t care what it takes—pull every string, bribe whoever you need to, but make sure Eva does not attend the upcoming fashion event. I want her out, completely.”Tanya hesitated. “Christine, are you sure about this? Maybe you should—”“Don’t question me!” Christine snapped, her frustration boiling over. “Do you think I have the luxury of waiting? Eva is already taking the spotlight. If this continues, I won’t even be considered for the Top Ten Models Award!”Tanya sighed. “Fine. I’ll see what I can do. But Christine, be careful. You’re playing a dangerous game. If this backfires, it could cost you everything.”Christine scoffed. “Please. Eva won’t be able to prov
Christine sat alone in the dimly lit hotel, her fingers lightly tapping against the side of her untouched wine glass. The usually confident and composed woman looked lost in thought, her expression unreadable as she stared at the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.Everything she had planned against Eva had backfired spectacularly. Instead of destroying Eva’s reputation, she had only fueled the public’s admiration for her. The industry was turning against Christine, and the narrative was slipping out of her control.A soft click of heels echoed through the room, breaking Christine from her thoughts.“Christine?”She turned her head slightly, finding Tanya standing near the entrance, a curious look on her face.Tanya was one of the few people Christine trusted—or rather, tolerated—because she was useful. Smart, cunning, and always willing to play dirty, Tanya had been by Christine’s side long enough to know exactly how far she was willing to go to get what she wanted.“Wh
A few days after Mark successfully cleared his name from the Harper Luxuries scandal, Christine sat alone in her dressing room, her perfectly manicured fingers tapping impatiently against the vanity table.She had tried everything—sabotage, whispers in the right ears, carefully placed rumors—yet Eva always came out unscathed. Every plan Christine devised had crumbled before her eyes, and it was beginning to drive her insane.If indirect tactics didn’t work, she had to change her approach. This time, she wouldn’t hide behind shadows. She wouldn’t need to.Instead, she would manipulate the situation so well that Eva would ruin herself.All she needed was the perfect stage.---An exclusive fashion gala was set to take place, attended by top designers, influencers, and media elites. Both Eva and Christine had been invited as brand ambassadors for their respective labels.Christine smirked to herself. This was it. The perfect opportunity.She had carefully arranged for the media’s attenti
The dim candlelight cast a golden glow over the elegantly set dining table. A soft melody played in the background, filling the room with warmth. Christine had spent hours preparing this—his favorite dishes, the finest wine. Tonight had to be perfect.She glanced at the clock anxiously. Mark would be home soon. And she had to fix this.The front door finally opened, and Mark stepped inside. His face was tired, his eyes dark with frustration. He didn’t even glance at the romantic dinner she had prepared. Instead, he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair.“Christine, what is this?” His voice was cold.Christine swallowed and stepped toward him. “A dinner. For us.”Mark scoffed, shaking his head. “A dinner? Christine, do you have any idea what I’ve been dealing with? My father’s furious. Investors are backing out after the Harper Luxuries. I've lost of funds.” His voice grew sharper, filled with exhaustion. “And do you know what people are whispering? That my own fiancée might
The silence between them was thick with unspoken thoughts, but Damien wasn’t one to leave things unresolved. He turned slightly, his piercing gaze fixed on her.“Why didn’t you ask for my help?” His voice was calm but held an edge of something deeper—something close to frustration.Eva, who had been absentmindedly tracing the rim of her wine glass, glanced at him. A small smirk curled her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.“Because it was something I could handle,” she said simply. “Like always.”Damien’s expression remained unreadable, but his fingers curled slightly against his knee. “And if you couldn’t?”Eva shrugged. “Then I would have asked. But it wasn’t time for that yet.”That answer didn’t satisfy him. He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple. “Eva—”“I know what you’re going to say,” she interrupted, meeting his gaze head-on. “You think I should have let you take care of it. But Damien, I don’t always need you to fight my battles. Sometimes, I want to win them on my own
Eva sat on the couch, feeling bored. The scandal had caused too much noise, and going home—where the paparazzi were undoubtedly lurking—was out of the question.With a sigh, Eva reached for her phone and scrolled through her contacts. Her finger hovered over Damien for a moment before she pressed the call button.The phone rang twice before his deep, smooth voice came through. “Eva.”Just her name. Nothing more. But there was something in the way he said it—low, controlled, yet sharp with attention—that made her exhale slowly.“Hey,” she murmured, leaning against the plush headboard.Silence. Then, “What’s wrong?”She almost smiled. He always saw through her.“I can’t go home,” she admitted, rubbing her temple. “The reporters are camped outside. And after today’s interview… they’ll only get worse.”Damien didn’t answer immediately. She could hear the faint rustling of papers, the click of a pen, before he finally spoke. “Where are you?”“Penthouse suite at the Grand Royale,” she repli