Evelyn"You destroyed me…" I exhaled, burying my head into his neck, feeling his presence engulf me, even now, lingering in every corner of my being. I could still feel him down there…..that’s how good those rounds had been."I don’t destroy beautiful things," he murmured, his hand tracing my spine before gently disappearing into my hair, his fingers brushing my scalp, evoking a soft gasp from my lips. It was a welcome sensation, especially after the fervent intensity of his touch, all that tugging and pulling onto my poor hairlocks, when he had pounded into me from behind—a memory still vivid in my senses.Though, I couldn’t deny the thrill of his tugging and pulling... but let that be, I was already exhausted for the night."What do you do, then?" I asked, without lifting my head or meeting his gaze. I could almost picture the expression on his striking face without having to glance at him—right now, it was likely one of those sexy smirks that inevitably melted into breathtaking gri
Evelyn"Mom sent breakfast for us," Jacob said, raising the croissant to my mouth as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I really wanted to just sleep, but I didn't want to be selfish and doze off while my boyfriend had to leave for work. At least there should be a kiss before he left and a few tight hugs. That was the only reason I dragged myself from the bed and sat on the couch. However, it seemed Rosaline had already prepared breakfast for us, knowing her son would have to leave early for work. As I took a bite, my eyes widened in surprise—it literally tasted like it was from an expensive bakery—the crunchiness, the flavors, altogether, it was the best croissant I had ever tasted."Wow," I exclaimed, "Did she really make it all by herself?""Yes," he chuckled, wiping the filling from the corner of my mouth with his thumb and then his own as he licked it away, "My mom's a very good cook. And trust me, these few days, she'll make sure you gain at least five kilograms before we leave."
EvelynOh my God! This can’t be happening—it was on air. The footage showed every damn detail. There wouldn't even be a way to cover this up later on.My anxiety spiked, my eyes wide and the glass falling from my trembling hand, the crimson wine staining the pristine white carpet below. But amid the chaos of the moment, neither I nor anyone else in the room spared a second thought for the spill. It was the news flashing across the television channel for me, and the worries crashed right into my very existence—I was beyond worried for Jacob at this point. He wasn’t the type to usually lose his calm, but this time, it seemed, he’d really lost it.“What the hell is happening?” Rosaline rushed to look at the TV closely.“That’s Mario and Luigi, but I thought Jacob didn’t have contact with them for years,” Enzo stood up, lines of tension and worry evident across his face. “Then what is going on?”They didn’t know what was going on…but I did. I had absolutely no doubt that this incident ha
EvelynI stood before the door, my hand hovering, hesitant to knock. I knew Jacob was in a tough spot, regardless of whether he wanted me near him or not. The truth remained—he didn't deserve to face it alone. He needed me.Take a deep breath, Evelyn. You can do this.With resolve, I raised my hand and rapped gently on the door, "Jacob?"Seconds ticked by in silence, no response forthcoming. My concern reached its peak.Another breath, another knock. "Jacob, do you want to talk?"Still, the only reply was the echoing silence of the room."Can we please talk?" My voice trembled. I didn't even know the extent of what he was going through, but I couldn't fucking bear the thought of him suffering alone. I wanted to be there to offer comfort—I did not want to be absent when his tears would fall, I wanted to be the one to wipe them away and make sure they’d not fall again just like he had always done."Just open the door, Jacob," I pleaded softly, my forehead resting against the cool surfa
EvelynThe news spread like wildfire, consuming every media channel and social network. Jacob's image was tarnished beyond recognition. The media did the rest of the job that Tyler couldn't manage.I watched helplessly as everything fell apart, and Jacob struggled to piece it back together. I had never seen him so scared. He was afraid that things wouldn't remain the same. His doubts weighed heavily on him, and the biggest question haunting him was: what if he couldn't give me what I deserved? The fear in his eyes troubled me so much that it was tough for me to even breathe properly. I despised seeing him suffer, and I loathed Tyler even more for being the architect of our misery. I absolutely fucking hated that piece of trash! For the past week, I only saw Jacob when he returned to the apartment. He worked tirelessly every day, pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion, with no respite in sight. I wanted to tell him to rest, but circumstances wouldn't allow it. It was fucking agon
EvelynAs my body seized with tension, his words cut through me like a knife. Chloe—she was that one perpetual sore spot in our relationship, a shadow that loomed over us, casting its darkness on everything we tried to build. The trauma she left behind, the havoc she wreaked, the way she still haunted our lives—it would never fade. It would fucking linger, an ever-present specter, forever."What... What did you just say?" My voice trembled with a mix of disbelief and anger, my eyes boring into Tyler's, searching for any hint of deceit, but finding only amusement dancing in his gaze.Jerk!A smirk tugged at Tyler's lips, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight as if relishing the discomfort he stirred within me. He reveled in the chaos he wrought, convinced of his ability to manipulate the fragile threads of our relationship.I could tell — he was fucking enjoying it."Well, you don't know how much of an 'arse' guy Jacob is, do you?" he taunted, a chuckle bubbling in his throat. "So,
EvelynThe atmosphere in the room crackled with tension as Jacob's expression morphed from concern to sheer disbelief. His eyes widened, and his lips parted as if he were grappling with an answer that eluded him.He should better fucking find his answers soon because I was totally running out of patience."What do you mean by that?" His voice trembled slightly, betraying the shock that rippled through him like an unexpected storm.This man….I tossed the bag aside with more force than necessary, my frustration boiling over, “You know what I fucking mean.” Closing the distance between us, I seized his collar, my fingers trembling with anger—That Tyler had totally fucked-up with my head. “Why haven't you fucked my ass yet?" My words sliced through the air like a blade, raw and unfiltered.The corner of Jacob's mouth twitched, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. But the weight of my gaze silenced his laughter, forcing his mouth shut, “ "Are you seriously upset about that? That we
Evelyn“You know I’d still prefer to fuck you after you tell me what caused this sudden reaction from you,” Jacob's deep voice resonated from behind me as he prepared me, his fingers slick with lubricant sliding inside my tightness. With his hand gripping the back of my neck, he pressed my face into the mattress, raising my hips.Oh well….It already felt good. I could say fuck to that slighest bit of discomfort—It just didn’t matter.A soft moan escaped my lips as the unfamiliar sensation overcame me as he stretched me. "I said what I—" Another moan interrupted my words as he added a second finger, sending a shock through my body.Struggling to maintain composure, I managed to finish my sentence, "I said what I said. You won't get anything out of me until you prove it.""Oh, trust me, I'll get plenty out of you," his deep chuckle echoed. Leaning in, he pressed his nose against my back, tracing a line down to my lower waist before biting my buttcheek, eliciting a startled scream from
EvelynMy eyes blinked open to darkness. Well, a room barely deserving the name. Crumbling walls, shattered water pipes, and the constant drip of water hitting the damp floor surrounded me. The cold wetness had seeped through my boots, and sweat slicked my skin—not from heat, but from the suffocating gag biting into my mouth."Well, well." His voice slithered through the room, echoing off the broken walls and scraping against my nerves. "Someone's finally awake, huh?"Through the haze of drowsiness, I saw him. Tyler. He stood before me, a knife glinting in his hand, the blade catching what little light filtered through the cracks. The silence wrapped around us, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets. No passing cars, no sign of life—just isolation. Wherever I was, it was a place no one with good intentions would tread.He moved closer, his eyes as dark as his twisted heart. He crouched before me, his knife still in hand, his presence suffocating.I pressed back against the ch
EvelynHe had left after we had sex. Lots of sex. As always, I loved every part of it. Every moment. Every nip, every kiss, every thrust, every rub against skin to skin. And the way it left me smelling nothing but like him. The pure scent of Jacob Adriano, the smell of his presence, the scent of his breath and the beautiful smell of that shampoo he uses.Argh! I loved that man.I'd probably love him more tomorrow. A little more the next day. And then again more the following day.It'd go like this. Forever. But now, no matter how much I loved my man and how strictly he'd told me not to step out of the apartment alone, I couldn't help but feel the itch of the open breezes against my skin. I wanted to go out and pretend that I was safe and not scared even if I wasn't. But I also knew I'd be risking my baby's health and mine if I happened to be caught anywhere near that Tyler named monster whom I could feel everywhere these days. Worse, sometimes even in my dreams.So, I knew that I'd
JacobThe restraining order had been issued and I didn't know why, his family that was not at all concerned about him was suddenly helping that piece of shit get through things not be thrown under the bad eye of the media. They were fucking helping him cover up his shit.I was being around my two angels as much as I could, as much as it was fucking possibe and even now as I stared at her laying in my arms, peacefully asleep, I couldn't shake off the guilt that she felt unsafe. I knew it from her face even though she didn't say it.Even after a month....She felt him everywhere and that piece of shit was probably tracking our every movements.I didn't know what was I supposed to do.I'd thought about sending her back to America and then join her later after getting shit sorted but she'd not agree. She wanted me with her and I wanted her. Always around me. With her sweet scent, beautiful smile, silky hair and that beautiful litte baby bump. God, even her swollen feet looked adorable to m
TylerI stepped back into the penthouse.No—not a penthouse. A fucking shithole. Sure, most people would kill to be here, surrounded by functioning luxuries, calling it a dream. But for me? This was nothing. A joke compared to what I had. What that piece of shit, Jacob, stole from me. And there was only one way to take it all back. I had to take everything from him. And in this world, if there was anything Jacob Adriano cared about more than his own life, it was her.Evelyn Fernandez.The one thing I could never have. The one fucking desire that had ruined me. I didn't regret what I did—not for a second. One taste of her would've been worth losing everything. But I couldn't have her. And that's why she had to die.There were two reasons Evelyn had to die.One—I couldn't have her.Two—Her death would be Jacob's down
EvelynMy breath hitched. I staggered back, my pulse a wild, erratic thing in my chest. No. He couldn’t be here.My gaze darted to the security camera, and there he was.The same black hoodie. The same soulless eyes. Standing closer than before. At our doorstep.“Well,” his voice slithered through the speaker, smooth, taunting, “stepping away from the door won’t do much. If I wanted to hurt you, I fucking would.” He paused, the weight of his words pressing against my ribs. “But here’s the thing—I’m not here to hurt you. Not today.” A beat of silence. Then, a soft chuckle. “Can’t say the narrative won’t change next time we meet.”My stomach twisted violently. I could see it—that sick grin. The one he wore when he watched people crumble.“A
EvelynJacob paced the room like a caged animal, phone pressed to his ear as he spoke with different people—lawyers, Tyler’s representatives, anyone who could do something to help fix this mess. His jaw was clenched so tightly, I thought it might snap, and the veins on his neck bulged with barely contained anger. He looked like he was ready to tear through anything in his path, except for me. How did I know? Because….Every time our eyes locked, his softened.I knew what was eating at him. It wasn’t just that Tyler had walked past me, silent but leaving everything under his dark shadow. It was that Jacob hadn’t been there. He’d been away, and Tyler could have done anything. He could’ve harmed me. Or worse—hurt our little Sienna.I pressed my hand against my belly, trying to steady my breath, to hold myself together. One of us had to remain calm, and Jacob had already lost i
EvelynClara had given me a bunch of tips as she came downstairs, whilst I was still blushing from the moment Jacob had fed me fruit salad. Within the hour, both she and Dad left, and suddenly, the house felt too quiet.The silence had been comforting when they were around. Even though Jacob worked from home most days now, we both craved the presence of familiar company—especially me. I loved when Bianca visited, or when Rosaline and Enzo surprised us with bags full of pastries and endless stories.But now, it was just me and Jacob. And the quiet felt... hollow.Jacob glanced up from his laptop, noticing the bored expression I wore as I absentmindedly picked at the snacks in my lap. Without hesitation, he closed his laptop and made his way over to me.“Done already?” I asked, surprised as he plopped down beside me and effortlessly pulled me onto his lap. These days, I wouldn’t be surprised when he did that—he’d been doing it that fucking often.“Not exactly,” he murmured, brushing his
EvelynI hadn’t told Jacob about the incident at the mall. As days turned into weeks, I started convincing myself it had been a hallucination—just my paranoia playing tricks on me. I’d been on edge ever since Tyler's release, after all. Maybe it was just fear messing with my head.Days blurred into months. Three, to be exact. And now, my baby bump was unmistakable. My body had softened, my feet were slightly swollen, and I'd gained the kind of weight that made me look exactly like a pregnant woman should. Loose, comfy clothes became my everyday style, but I didn’t mind the changes.In fact, I loved them.I found myself smiling in the mirror, running my hands over the curve of my belly, fascinated that I was growing a little life inside me. Jacob loved it even more. He couldn't stop staring at me—his eyes filled with awe and something deeper every time he sa
EvelynJacob's brows rose slightly, and he hurriedly stepped closer, slipping his arm around my waist as if afraid I might collapse. His hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek as he met my eyes. He already looked dead worried."Hey, it's okay," he whispered, trying to calm me down, “Breathe, baby. Just breathe."It was only then that I realized I wasn't breathing. I'd been holding it in—along with the panic, the fear, the overwhelming dread. My hands trembled, my knees threatened to give out, and my breaths came in shallow, broken gasps. I didn't feel like myself. I didn't feel human.Tyler was out of jail.The memory hit me like a slap. The text he'd sent me the day I left Italy surged through my mind, dragging me deeper into panic."It might be over for now, but not forever. One way or another, you will be mine, Evelyn.