"Mr. Sterling," Michael greeted him and sat down across him. Adrian sipped his coffee. He smiled at him, "How was she? Is my wife doing well in the company?"Michael nodded his head. "She's been a great help to the company. She's so good at designing. She really knows what she's capable of."Adrian nodded with a smile on the corner of his lips, proud of what Evelyn achieved. "But, Mr. Sterling, why don't you tell her the truth? That you're the owner of the Lincoln Designs? That you are Mr. Lincoln?" he asked, curiously. Adrian paused for a moment, contemplating Michael's question. He took another sip of his coffee before responding, "I wanted to see how people would treat her without knowing about our connection. I needed to know if they would appreciate her for her skills and dedication, not because of her association with me."Michael raised an eyebrow, "It's a risky move, Mr. Sterling. But it seems to be working well for her."Adrian nodded, "I needed her to believe that her suc
Back at the Scott's house, in a dimly lit room, Jane, Evelyn's stepmother, hatched a sinister plan. Her eyes gleamed with greed and ambition as she meticulously mixed a colorless, odorless poison into her husband's favorite evening drink. Jane's resentment towards Evelyn had festered over the years, fueled by an insatiable desire for power and control. She perceived Evelyn as a stumbling block in her quest to acquire the family fortune and ultimately inherit the company. "My love, here's your medication," Jane said sweetly, her voice laced with a false tenderness as she handed the glass to Harold. He, trusting his wife implicitly, took the drink without a second thought and consumed it without hesitation. As the weeks passed, the insidious effects of Jane's malevolent actions began to take a toll on Harold's health. Unbeknownst to him, every dose of the so-called medication administered by his wife concealed the slow, venomous progression of the colorless, odorless poison. Harold,
(Clock rings...) "Evelyn! Where are the hell are you? Where is my coffee!" Jane's sharp voice cut through the uneasy silence, adding another layer to the already strained morning. Evelyn rushed to the kitchen, avoiding eye contact. "I'm here," she mumbled, preparing Jane's coffee with a forced calmness. "What took you so long? I don't have all day!" Jane snapped, her impatience palpable. "I'm sorry," Evelyn whispered, keeping her head down. She handed Jane the coffee, trying to escape the piercing gaze. "Finally," Jane grumbled, taking the coffee without a word of thanks. The room tightened as Jane's impatience lingered in the air. "Evelyn! Where are my clothes? Did you put them in my drawer?" Janella's shouts echoed through the air, and Evelyn couldn't do anything but follow their orders. "Here you go, I put it in your drawer and you can't even see it," she uttered barely above a whisper, and Janella glared at her. "What did you just say?" Evelyn looks at her, "I didn't say
Evelyn, cornered by their cruelty, felt a surge of frustration. "I'm not a replacement! I deserve respect and kindness, just like anyone else in this family!" Jane and Janella exchanged incredulous glances. "Respect? Kindness?" Jane laughed, a mocking tone in her voice. "You're living in a fantasy, Evelyn. In this house, you'll only get what you deserve." Evelyn, undeterred, stood her ground. "I won't let you define my worth. I am part of this family, and I deserve to be treated with dignity." Evelyn's declaration hung in the air, challenging the oppressive atmosphere in the room. Jane and Janella exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment of the defiance before them. Jane scoffed, "Your worth? You're a constant reminder of a mistake." Janella chimed in, "Father should have never taken you in." Evelyn, undeterred, retorted, "I didn't ask to be here, but I am part of this family, and I won't let you belittle me." The tension escalated as Jane leaned in, her voice dripping with ma
Evelyn, still grappling with the emotional turmoil inflicted by Jane and Janella, hesitated before responding to her father. "I understand, Father. I just need time to process everything." Jane, seizing the opportunity to further manipulate the situation, leaned in with fake sympathy. "Oh, Evelyn dear, we know it's a lot to take in. But think about the honor and status it would bring to our family. You'd be making a significant sacrifice for us." Janella, with a smirk playing on her lips, added, "Exactly, Evelyn. This is your chance to prove your worth to the family. A chance you might not get again." "But, I need to-" Jane's eyes flashed with irritation, and she retorted, "You always have to be so difficult, don't you? This is an opportunity for you to finally contribute something worthwhile to this family." Harold, caught in the middle, attempted to mediate, "Let's not pressure Evelyn. This is a big decision, and she deserves the time to think it through." Jane, with a forced
"I've thought about it, Father. I'll marry Adrian Sterling."Harold, visibly relieved, smiled at Evelyn. "That's wonderful news, Evelyn! This decision will bring great honor and prosperity to our family.Jane's eyes gleamed with triumph as she continued to weave her manipulative narrative. "See, Harold? Evelyn, no I mean, our daughter has finally come to her senses. This marriage will elevate our family's status, and she'll finally contribute something meaningful."Janella, with a feigned smile, chimed in, "I'm glad you've decided to do the right thing, Evelyn. This alliance is essential for the future of our family."On the other hand, Mr. and Mrs. Sterling discussed the marriage to their son, Adrian. "Marriage? With Janella?" he asked, uninterested, slipping on his earphones."No, instead of Janella. They want you to get married to their other daughter, Evelyn. Adrian, we've secured a promising alliance with the Scott," she explained, her tone carrying a hint of authority.Adrian,
The much-anticipated day had arrived—the day Evelyn and Adrian were to be wed. The venue was a tapestry of blossoms, and a gentle, romantic melody swirled through the air. Evelyn, radiant in her wedding gown, stood at the altar, a mix of anticipation and nervousness etched on her face. The guests had assembled, eagerly awaiting the union that would intertwine two lives."Where is he?" Mrs. Sterling asked her husband as they couldn't get in touch with Adrian, their son. As the minutes ticked away, Evelyn's gaze darted towards the entrance, searching for the imminent arrival of her soon-to-be husband. Adrian's unexpected tardiness sent a ripple of discomfort among the attendees."Where are you, Adrian? You're not supposed to be late."In the background, Jane and Janella exchanged sly glances, their lips curling into amused smirks. They delighted in the prospect of embarrassing Evelyn, reveling in the thought of her being left alone on her wedding day."He's probably having second thoug
Evelyn had been living a peaceful life with Adrian. She had been happy with him. She never thought that a man like him could give him such assurance and happiness to her. Adrian treated her very well. They lived in a small cozy apartment Adrian, and Evelyn couldn't ask for more, but to have a peaceful life. When she went out of the room, she then saw Adrian was preparing dinner for them. She smiled at him, "I think you're a good cook," she complimented, and Adrian smiled at her. "You think so?" she just nodded her head and then began to eat the breakfast. It was Evelyn's first meal and she enjoyed it so much. She never had a proper meal at the house, they also gave her the leftovers. As Adrian watched how she ate, he pitied her. "Hey, easy... You might-" Her cheek bloated as the food as they in her mouth when she faced Adrian, causing him to laugh while looking at her cute face. "You're a great cook, Adrian," she said to him and he nodded his head, "Thank you." Later tha
Back at the Scott's house, in a dimly lit room, Jane, Evelyn's stepmother, hatched a sinister plan. Her eyes gleamed with greed and ambition as she meticulously mixed a colorless, odorless poison into her husband's favorite evening drink. Jane's resentment towards Evelyn had festered over the years, fueled by an insatiable desire for power and control. She perceived Evelyn as a stumbling block in her quest to acquire the family fortune and ultimately inherit the company. "My love, here's your medication," Jane said sweetly, her voice laced with a false tenderness as she handed the glass to Harold. He, trusting his wife implicitly, took the drink without a second thought and consumed it without hesitation. As the weeks passed, the insidious effects of Jane's malevolent actions began to take a toll on Harold's health. Unbeknownst to him, every dose of the so-called medication administered by his wife concealed the slow, venomous progression of the colorless, odorless poison. Harold,
"Mr. Sterling," Michael greeted him and sat down across him. Adrian sipped his coffee. He smiled at him, "How was she? Is my wife doing well in the company?"Michael nodded his head. "She's been a great help to the company. She's so good at designing. She really knows what she's capable of."Adrian nodded with a smile on the corner of his lips, proud of what Evelyn achieved. "But, Mr. Sterling, why don't you tell her the truth? That you're the owner of the Lincoln Designs? That you are Mr. Lincoln?" he asked, curiously. Adrian paused for a moment, contemplating Michael's question. He took another sip of his coffee before responding, "I wanted to see how people would treat her without knowing about our connection. I needed to know if they would appreciate her for her skills and dedication, not because of her association with me."Michael raised an eyebrow, "It's a risky move, Mr. Sterling. But it seems to be working well for her."Adrian nodded, "I needed her to believe that her suc
Adrian had been anxiously waiting for Evelyn's return. As she walked out of the building, he could sense something wasn't right. "Evelyn, how did it go?" he asked, concern etched on his face. She took a deep breath, a mix of frustration and determination in her eyes. "It didn't go well. They think I'm not qualified for the position." Adrian frowned, "What company is that?" Evelyn sighed, "It's the Lincoln Designs." Adrian's expression tightened with concern. "That doesn't make sense. You're more than qualified for any position." Evelyn was surprised, "I didn't tell you what position I am applying for. So, did you know about that?" He clears his throat, "Of course. It's all on the web," he lied. Adrian is the owner of that company, the real him. He's the Heir of the Lincoln Designs, but he didn't tell Evelyn about it. He wanted to see people's perspectives when he was a nobody to everyone, he wanted to know who would stay with him no matter what. Adrian's heart sank, hearing th
As he dried the plates, Adrian couldn't help but feel a sense of worry for Evelyn. He decided to gently approach the topic. "You know, you can always talk to me, Evelyn. If something's bothering you, I'm here for you," Adrian said, his voice filled with concern. Evelyn hesitated for a moment, looking into Adrian's eyes. She could sense his genuine care and concern. Finally, she decided to open up a bit. "It's just... family matters, Adrian. I went to see my dad today, and things didn't go well," she confessed, avoiding the details. Adrian nodded understandingly, "Family can be complicated. If you ever feel like sharing, I'm here to listen." She managed a small smile, appreciating Adrian's support. They finished cleaning up together, and then they sat on the couch, enjoying a quiet moment together. The next day, Adrian noticed Evelyn was a bit distant. He decided to surprise her with a small bouquet. As he handed it to her, he said, "I thought these might brighten your day." Eve
Evelyn had been living a peaceful life with Adrian. She had been happy with him. She never thought that a man like him could give him such assurance and happiness to her. Adrian treated her very well. They lived in a small cozy apartment Adrian, and Evelyn couldn't ask for more, but to have a peaceful life. When she went out of the room, she then saw Adrian was preparing dinner for them. She smiled at him, "I think you're a good cook," she complimented, and Adrian smiled at her. "You think so?" she just nodded her head and then began to eat the breakfast. It was Evelyn's first meal and she enjoyed it so much. She never had a proper meal at the house, they also gave her the leftovers. As Adrian watched how she ate, he pitied her. "Hey, easy... You might-" Her cheek bloated as the food as they in her mouth when she faced Adrian, causing him to laugh while looking at her cute face. "You're a great cook, Adrian," she said to him and he nodded his head, "Thank you." Later tha
The much-anticipated day had arrived—the day Evelyn and Adrian were to be wed. The venue was a tapestry of blossoms, and a gentle, romantic melody swirled through the air. Evelyn, radiant in her wedding gown, stood at the altar, a mix of anticipation and nervousness etched on her face. The guests had assembled, eagerly awaiting the union that would intertwine two lives."Where is he?" Mrs. Sterling asked her husband as they couldn't get in touch with Adrian, their son. As the minutes ticked away, Evelyn's gaze darted towards the entrance, searching for the imminent arrival of her soon-to-be husband. Adrian's unexpected tardiness sent a ripple of discomfort among the attendees."Where are you, Adrian? You're not supposed to be late."In the background, Jane and Janella exchanged sly glances, their lips curling into amused smirks. They delighted in the prospect of embarrassing Evelyn, reveling in the thought of her being left alone on her wedding day."He's probably having second thoug
"I've thought about it, Father. I'll marry Adrian Sterling."Harold, visibly relieved, smiled at Evelyn. "That's wonderful news, Evelyn! This decision will bring great honor and prosperity to our family.Jane's eyes gleamed with triumph as she continued to weave her manipulative narrative. "See, Harold? Evelyn, no I mean, our daughter has finally come to her senses. This marriage will elevate our family's status, and she'll finally contribute something meaningful."Janella, with a feigned smile, chimed in, "I'm glad you've decided to do the right thing, Evelyn. This alliance is essential for the future of our family."On the other hand, Mr. and Mrs. Sterling discussed the marriage to their son, Adrian. "Marriage? With Janella?" he asked, uninterested, slipping on his earphones."No, instead of Janella. They want you to get married to their other daughter, Evelyn. Adrian, we've secured a promising alliance with the Scott," she explained, her tone carrying a hint of authority.Adrian,
Evelyn, still grappling with the emotional turmoil inflicted by Jane and Janella, hesitated before responding to her father. "I understand, Father. I just need time to process everything." Jane, seizing the opportunity to further manipulate the situation, leaned in with fake sympathy. "Oh, Evelyn dear, we know it's a lot to take in. But think about the honor and status it would bring to our family. You'd be making a significant sacrifice for us." Janella, with a smirk playing on her lips, added, "Exactly, Evelyn. This is your chance to prove your worth to the family. A chance you might not get again." "But, I need to-" Jane's eyes flashed with irritation, and she retorted, "You always have to be so difficult, don't you? This is an opportunity for you to finally contribute something worthwhile to this family." Harold, caught in the middle, attempted to mediate, "Let's not pressure Evelyn. This is a big decision, and she deserves the time to think it through." Jane, with a forced
Evelyn, cornered by their cruelty, felt a surge of frustration. "I'm not a replacement! I deserve respect and kindness, just like anyone else in this family!" Jane and Janella exchanged incredulous glances. "Respect? Kindness?" Jane laughed, a mocking tone in her voice. "You're living in a fantasy, Evelyn. In this house, you'll only get what you deserve." Evelyn, undeterred, stood her ground. "I won't let you define my worth. I am part of this family, and I deserve to be treated with dignity." Evelyn's declaration hung in the air, challenging the oppressive atmosphere in the room. Jane and Janella exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment of the defiance before them. Jane scoffed, "Your worth? You're a constant reminder of a mistake." Janella chimed in, "Father should have never taken you in." Evelyn, undeterred, retorted, "I didn't ask to be here, but I am part of this family, and I won't let you belittle me." The tension escalated as Jane leaned in, her voice dripping with ma