EvelynI awoke to the relentless throbbing of a headache, a painful reminder of the copious amounts of alcohol I had consumed the night before. It was clear to me that even an elephant would have felt the effects of my indulgence. However, oddly enough, this pounding headache had its silver lining—it provided a convenient distraction from the hazy recollections of last night's events. I wouldn't claim complete amnesia, but yes, did I choose not to summon the fragmented memories into focus? Yes.After a quick shower, I reluctantly walked down the stairs, wondering why I had woken up early. But any remorse for the early hour evaporated swiftly, as my stomach growled like a ferocious beast demanding its due. I needed food— tons of it even though I didn’t have much appetite. Was this how depression worked? I had no idea since I didn’t find it fair to call myself depressed.I had everything to make me happy, except for just…a man. Upon reaching the kitchen and pouring myself a glass of r
EvelynShock etched all over her face, growing even more pronounced as she stammered, "Wait, w-what?"Dad's voice cut through the air like a knife, "You heard me, Chloe. Pack your fucking bags and get out." His gaze shifted to Jacob, while Clara clung tightly to Dad from behind, more likely acting as a human buffer to prevent any potential outbursts. I was losing my shit, my heart pounding in my chest, and my anxiety had already become a brewing storm ready to unleash itself and fucking destroy me."And you," he continued, addressing Jacob as he pointed a finger at him, "I regret ever considering you my friend. Not only did you exploit my daughter's emotions, but you allowed your bitch to insult her under my own fucking roof. I have to praise your audacity cause you actually fucking deserve it! Take your bitch and leave.""Samuel, you can't just insult me like this," Chloe's jaw clenched. Of course, a woman like her would surely be more concerned about her pride rather than Jacob eve
JacobI watched as she ran into the mansion, her cheeks stained with tears and her eyes red, that had fucking told me that I'd torn her apart with the betrayal. Forget about Danica; I was the bigger traitor here. I shattered the promises I had sworn never to break. I uttered words, fully aware that they would mercilessly crush her heart.Damn it! All along, I knew it was the wrong path to take, yet my own doubts propelled me forward— I ended up fucking up everything, anways. Now, I found myself without Evelyn, without the friendship I tried to save, and worse, the losses and pain I had desperately tried to shield her from were inevitable. She just went through it....right before my damn eyes and I being the fucking looser, just stood still all the time.I should never have did what Danica had told me however, my own fucking insecurities drove me into this shit. But I just wanted her to be...happy. That was my only desire— all the way along. I'd thought it could have saved her from a
Evelyn"Fucking bastard," I muttered into the pillow, unable to suppress my sobs any longer. They had been building up over the past few hours, and now they flowed freely. No matter what I did—they wouldn't stop. That Italian piece of shit regarded me as nothing more than a disposable toy, someone he could use at his convenience. When he decided it was no longer suitable or fit his so-called sudden morals, he concocted twisted games to cast me aside. Did he see himself as a deity? Or maybe Jesus Christ? The only one responsible for making things right?Who gave him the right to define what was right? Certainly not me. I never once implied it, yet this sick motherfucker chose to play god.If he fucking knew it was wrong, why did he fucking took it so far? If he really had to play god, why didn't he play it sooner and spare me from the heartache?!I held no expectations for my mother; that much I could admit. Her actions hurt, but Jacob... How could he? How could he just change his min
EvelynHis lips fit perfectly against mine, as if they were meant to be pressed together forever. The softness I had missed, the closeness I craved, and his cologne—all of it was a lethal combination for me. My determination not to let him in again wavered. How could I resist? Sitting here in his arms, it felt like I was always meant to be his, and his alone. Forever his.For the first few seconds, I tried to pull away, to push my feelings down and extinguish the growing fire between us. It stirred alive as ever, but in the end, I surrendered. To him and the ever-growing desires.I released all my restraints, just as I had done that first day in the kitchen, pressed against the counter with his body between mine, a fervent flame blazing. I pulled him close and kissed him back. He was my favorite sin, one I'd commit over and over again without an ounce of shame or regret. And call me stupid but I’d let him destroy me again if it meant that I’d get to have him close to me like this in
EvelynAs my top slipped off, Jacob's hands moved with effortless grace, easing my shorts down in one fluid motion. His lips found my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses in their wake. My back arched, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, drawing him closer as our lips collided. Our kiss was fierce and desperate, as if our very existence depended on it.And, hell, it fucking did.Neither of us had even the slightest idea of when...we'd meet again or if Dad would ever approve of our relationship. The uncertainty of our future loomed over us. And there was the problem—we wanted everything at once, without any losses or any relations perished and it was mostly unlikely to happen if fate were to oppose us and it seemed like fate would oppose us."I love you, Evelyn... I love you so fucking much," he murmured as he skillfully removed my panties, and with a deft movement of his nimble fingers, my bra followed suit. His warm fingers against my cool skin sent shivers down my spine, a sensation
EvelynHis fingers traced along my spine as our bodies remained entwined under the duvet, the warmth of our skin mingling to make up for the times they had been apart. I gazed up at him, reaching out to brush back a few stray strands of hair that had concealed his sharp, green orbs—the very ones I had fallen for on the first day."What are your plans after leaving?" I asked, my thumb lightly grazing his stubble."I suppose I'll return to Italy for a while. We know Samuel is taking Clara on a two-month trip to Paris, so things should settle down by then. There are also some upcoming business-related issues; it turns out Chloe has purposely slept with one of the investors, and she mentioned he might withdraw his funds, which kinda proves that she’d been planning to blackmail me for a while, even before getting here. We'll need to handle that, whether it's over the phone or face-to-face," he said, taking my hand and kissing its back. "But hopefully, in around six months, I'll have everyt
EvelynI woke up feeling weary and tired. My eyes were still swollen and red, a testament to the fact that I'd spent the whole night crying, despite my friends' company, which, in the end, I had refused and kicked them out. Jacob wasn't here... that thought alone was painful.And even if I set it aside, just the mere consideration of how I was going to face Dad made my condition ten times worse. I had, without a doubt, hurt him deeply. He had done everything he could for me throughout his life—dedicated it to my well-being, and here I was, causing him such pain. Jacob had told me to handle it calmly and let Dad vent his anger on me if he wanted to—if that was the way to lighten up his mood, I'd not complain. But following Jacob's advice wasn't going to do it all—I had to shoulder some blame as well.Fuck! I should have just told him about this long ago, before things had escalated to this point. But my fears got the better of me, and they had messed things up terribly. Fucked me up
EvelynThe knife trembled in his grip, his knuckles whitening as his gaze flickered between me and the blade lodged deep into the armrest. His breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling with the weight of something dark, something I couldn’t name. Then, in a sudden burst of motion, he ripped the knife free and hurled it against the wall with a sharp thunk.“Don’t fucking push me, you goddamn woman!” His voice was raw, frayed at the edges. “I can’t kill you.”A beat of silence. Then as he noticed the surprise in my eyes, he added quickly, “Yet. I can’t kill you yet!”A chill slid down my spine.I didn’t know what war he was fighting inside his head, but I didn’t care—not now. Survival was the only thing that mattered. Mine and my baby’s. If I had to destroy this broken, volatile version of Tyler to make it out alive, I would. But my hands were tied, my body useless, leaving me with only one weapon—his mind. If I could plant the right seed, twist the right nerve…maybe he’d let
Jacob That bastard got to her.And the regret in my chest—fuck, it had never burned this deep.I shouldn't have left her alone. I knew she was reckless. I knew she'd try to do something desperate, yet I still walked away, believing I could get to her before she made another one of her damn escape plans.But never—never—while driving back home did I think I'd receive that call.Bianca. Sobbing. Panicking. Screaming that Tyler Ricci had his hands on my Evie. And our baby.I swear to God, my heart stopped beating. Terror, rage, the sickening flood of possibilities—each one worse than the last—slammed into my ribs, clawing at my insides, threatening to break me apart.I didn't know what to do. I'd called the police. Taken every legal step I could. But I knew—deep down, I fucking knew—this wouldn't be enough. Tyler wasn't the same coward who once feared the media, feared the consequences. That version of him was gone.He wanted revenge. By any means. So here I was, gripping the wheel of m
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