Eva closed her eyes, as though gathering the strength to reveal the rest. When she spoke, her voice was barely audible, laced with a heaviness that seemed to age her.“Grandpa Smith needed me back. He called me one night and gave me an order, really, that I couldn’t refuse. He said he wanted me to work as a consultant.” She swallowed, her throat tightening. “But that wasn’t all. He knew what staying there was doing to me. He knew that if I stayed hidden away, wrapped up in missions and buried under orders, I’d lose myself completely.” Her gaze softened, though she kept her eyes closed, lost in the recollection. Really she was just trying to avoid any kind of eye contact. That wasn't the only reason why she came back, but it was the most important one.Unlike both Nathalia and Edwin who did not pick up on this as they were both preoccupied in putting the pieces together in their minds.Damien watched her, his brow furrowing slightly, understanding dawning in his eyes. He could tell th
Eva let out a small, humorless laugh, shaking her head. “It’s not as impressive as it sounds, trust me,” she said, voice bitter. “Some days, it feels more like a burden than anything else. I still carry those memories, the things I did, the person I became… even now, it’s hard to separate myself from all of that.”Just as she said that finish, she felt Damien squeeze her hand, his grip gentle but unwavering. “But you came back,” he murmured, his tone carrying a quiet intensity that drew her gaze back to him. “You didn’t stay in that darkness. You returned, you’re here, and that matters. Whatever happened in the past, whatever choices you made… you’re here now.”She searched his face, trying to find the catch, the hint of judgment or doubt that she expected, but there was none. His gaze was as steady as ever, holding her together when she felt she might fall apart.“You’re stronger than you think, Eva,” he continued, his voice low. “No one would go through what you did and come back as
Though he had known her since childhood, Edwin wasn’t entirely convinced that Eva was fit to stand alongside his brother, Damien as Madam Cross. He wanted to know what other benefits she could bring to the family, beyond simply being Lawerence Smith “favored granddaughter.” in Miami. Though he was now able to confirm that she is also the beloved granddaughter of the Black family.The tension barely had a chance to settle before Nathalia, always quick to protect her best friend, whacked her brother sharply on the shoulder. “Are you implying that my Eva needs ‘connections’ to be worthy of joining this family?” she snapped, her voice heated. “She’s amazing as she is!”Eva merely raised an eyebrow, unsurprised by Edwin’s question but quietly amused by Nathalia's fierce defense. Her response, however, was clipped, emotionless. “I did.”Edwin's face flickered with a brief smirk, the hint of admiration barely concealed. ‘So she’s not as helpless as I thought.’ he mused, leaning forward wit
“Well?” Edwin leaned forward again, seizing the moment. “Would you reconsider helping us out in the future? It’s only fair, given what we’ve done for you. We’re family, after all,” he added, his tone almost a challenge.Eva sighed, her eyes softening as she realized the depths of their unspoken expectations. She thought back to the contacts she’d made, the alliances she’d formed. “Though I made quite a few useful ones now, most of my connections in the military aren’t powerful… yet. They’re acquaintances with the sons and daughters of high-ranking officials. In time, some of them will inherit positions that could be helpful.”Damien listened intently, his eyes never leaving her face, but he didn’t show any sign of concern. He seemed calm, almost indifferent to the information, as if her inability to pull strings didn’t matter. And yet, she thought she caught a flicker of something in his gaze—an uncertainty that sent a pang through her.She hesitated, swallowing the nervousness rising
But as the warmth of the moment settled, Edwin's sixth brain suddenly caught onto Damien's earlier words. His eyes narrowed as he processed them, his expression turning indignant. “Hey! Who are you calling a simple fool?!”Nathalia suddenly burst out laughing, unable to resist an opportunity to tease her brother. “Obviously, he means you, Eddy. ” she said, rolling her eyes with a mischievous grin.Edwin glared, unwilling to let her get away with the jab. “Last time I checked, Nathy, I wasn’t a mirror.”Nathalia shot back, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Thank goodness you’re not, or you’d have cracked from shock the moment you saw your reflection.” She made a dramatic relief expression on her face.Just as Edwin opened his mouth to snap back, a soft knock interrupted their bickering. Eric stepped forward, his expression professional as he announced, “The doctors are here to check on Miss Eva now that she’s awake.”Damien glanced toward the door, then gave a subtle nod. “Let them i
"Gabriel, it's been a while." Nathalia spoke up, nervously glancing at her older brother and Eva. She prayed the former wouldn't understand why she was so anxious. "Yes, indeed it has. We haven't seen each other since the blind date you've set up for me. I was really hoping and looking forward to meeting her but she actually…..." His eyes trailed to the woman on the bed. He was dazed to see Eva. When he had performed surgery on her, he was simply too worried about the almost fatal state of her head injury that he didn't realize her identity. He revealed an amiable smile. Of course, he wasn't a fool to not recognize Eva at first glance when he saw her. Although they haven't met yet, he recognizes her face and that was why he had accepted the blind date in the past. "About that, can we speak about it in private?" Nathalia hesitantly asked while praying that the stoic expression on her brother's face didn't mean he understood the situation. ‘Come on, I'm trying to save both of our li
Damien's jaw tightened. He absorbed every word with the intensity of a man prepared to enforce the doctors’ advice himself if it meant keeping her from harm. Eva, however, couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration, her independence tugging against the restrictions imposed on her. As the doctors finished their examination, they exchanged a few words among themselves before nodding at Damien and quietly excusing themselves from the room while pushing Gabriel out of the room as well. The door closed behind them, leaving a stillness that felt charged with unspoken thoughts. Nathalia, who had watched the examination with thinly veiled worry, let out a sigh of relief once the doctors left. In fact she was more relieved that Gabriel was gone for now. “Eva,” she whispered, her voice soft with an emotion that was usually hidden beneath her lively exterior, “please promise me you’ll listen to them. You scared me half to death…” Her voice trailed off, a faint tremor betraying her underlying
Damien turned his back to her while flicking his wrist. The men came forward to surround her. This was not the first time that Nathalia had gotten in trouble with her brothers due to her unruly ways. The guards already had a long protocol on how to deal with her without hurting her. Damien has strictly forbidden rough treatment against his younger cousin even while forcing her to come home. They could only surround her on all sides, and coerce her to walk.Eva frowned upon seeing her bestie’s frightened expression. When they made eye contact, she was pleading for help. She was familiar with Nathalia's mother's nagging ways. She knew she would suffer along the nagging indirectly as Nathalia never fails to run to her side and vent after getting a scolding.“Brother, listen to me. This isn't really my fault that Gabriel and ….Hey, don't touch me!” Nathalia screamed, almost as if she was being kidnapped. “Besides, I can't go back now because of my job." She protested.Eva turned to Damien
“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