Evelyn"Are you sure you're okay?" Clara asked, lifting a sandwich to my lips. "You seem different.""Why?" I asked, my brow furrowing as I took a bite, “Did you spend a year moping around after your first heartbreak, crying for someone who clearly didn't care about you, or did you turn into a depressed woman starved for love?"I could sense her surprise at my response. I couldn't blame her; my friends were all reacting the same way. They expected me to act like a heartbroken woman, crying and drowning in grief. Perhaps I should have, but for some reason, I couldn't. I didn’t know why but I also didn’t try to figure out any of it.I felt strangely numb. Everything seemed oddly normal because I had, to some extent, shut down my emotions, shutting out everything that hurt."Well, not really, but you were acting completely different last night," she said, wiping the corner of my mouth with a handkerchief. "Are you sure you're okay, Evelyn? You don't have to pretend. I'm here for you."Wa
EvelynAs Jennie and I descended the stairs, my gaze locked with my dad's. He was seated next to Clara but appeared less enthusiastic than usual. The reason for his subdued demeanor eluded me at that moment, as a furrow formed between his brows, diverting my attention away from his other friends gathered around. While I couldn't recall everyone's name, their faces were familiar."Where the hell are you off to, Evelyn?" Well, I couldn't deny that I had expected this kind of reaction from him, because I truly had. How could I not? It was my dad, after all— he wanted me there, right before his very eyes, all the fucking time."I'm heading to the club with my friends," I replied, offering him a smile as I passed by. However, my smile faded when I noticed who was seated across from them—Jacob and Chloe. They sat side by side, Jacob's arm around Chloe's waist, and Chloe sitting perilously close to him, their intimate body language unmistakable. There was a beer bottle in his hand, and the o
EvelynI had broken the promise—yeah, I was already wasted and feeling absolutely horrible about breaking the commitment I made to my dad. The effects of the liquor were hot and heavy, enveloping me completely. A stranger had his arms wrapped around me from behind, swaying our bodies in sync with the pulsating music that resonated throughout the club. The place was packed, like a colony of huddled penguins, leaving barely any space to move, let alone make my way to the bar for another drink.All I wanted was more alcohol. I just wanted it. That's it—It was that insatiable craving—a strange itch.Had I already drowned half of the pain away? I thought I had, until the guy, whose name I hadn't even bothered to catch, yet found it absolutely fucking normal to let him grind against me, spun me around. Our eyes locked; his were a captivating shade of baby blue, but they paled in comparison to the emerald eyes that haunted my dreams and imprisoned my soul. Okay...so, I still haven't succeed
EvelynFor a moment, my entire world ground to a halt. There was an odd sense of relief that coursed through my nerves as the guy's hand finally released its grip on me. Yet, the shock of seeing Jacob Adriano, right there before my eyes, was overwhelming. I just couldn't get over it.Is he really here?My eyes stretched wide with surprise, my mind struggling to process the sight. And then, for a fleeting second, my vision went blank, only to be filled with the crimson stain on Jacob's knuckles and the fresh trickle of blood streaming down the assailant's nose. Even in my inebriated state, it wasn't hard to piece together that Jacob had just thrown a punch, a moment I'd missed while I had zoned out.He is here….Everything was just happening too fast or it was just me and the intoxication of the alcohol. But I doubted, it was just the alcohol.With a single glance in my direction, his piercing green eyes carrying a storm of anger beneath them, Jacob seized the man by his collar and del
EvelynI found myself gazing at him blankly as he averted his eyes, avoiding any direct contact with me. It was difficult to discern whether it was guilt etched across his face or something else entirely. It was questionable whether I should confront him about it, given that he hadn't shown an ounce of guilt when he unceremoniously dumped me or when he was caught in a rather compromising situation with Chloe. God! He had even taken it a step further by publicly declaring his reconciliation with his ex.A man like him didn't seem capable of guilt, nor could he care for me. If he had cared, he wouldn't have done what he did to me."I think I'd rather head inside to find my friends; I can find my way home with them," I said, my emotions in disarray and the effects of alcohol only intensifying the confusion. I couldn't determine if it made me more foolish or insightful, but that was a secondary concern at this point. "Thanks for your help."I needed to stay far away from him, for my own s
EvelynMy eyelids weighed a ton—super heavy. Like someone had hung dumbbells on them. I could sense the car seat behind me and the absence of that accursed morning sun, confirming that this wretched night was far from over.But wait....why was I in the car? I was supposed to be at the club with my friends. My memories swirled in a tumultuous shitty dance, making it even harder to pry my eyes open and assess my surroundings.Did someone kidnap me? Oh no.Okay, It was evident that I was still too drunk, probably even more so than I faintly remembered being the last time. Intoxication should fade with time, so why did mine seem to intensify? Damn it.God only knew what mess I had gotten myself into this time.I just hoped it wasn't something too horrific—My thoughts screeched to a halt as the memories began to trickle back, one by one, slowly and languidly, starting from the blonde guy forcing himself on me to Jacob's sudden appearance, until it all poured over me like a torrential down
EvelynI woke up in Jacob's arms. Oddly enough, this cursed, seemingly endless night had not yet come to an end. It was the only time I wished time would speed up, but the entire universe seemed to conspire against me.Don't get me wrong; we weren't in some stupid cozy cuddling situation. To be clear, we were now nothing more than strangers. This man had just saved me from getting raped by some random dude and brought me back to my house. So, all I owed him was a simple thank you, or at least that's what my drunken, hazy, and scrambled memories told me. But I had already offered him that, so we were even.As he carried me upstairs, I found myself unable to say anything, mainly because I had nothing left to say after the chaos of the night. I had zero energy left, but looking didn't consume any energy, right? At least that's what I assumed.So, I stared at him like some sort of weirdo. Deep down, a small part of my super-drunk consciousness knew that I might not get this opportunity ag
ClaraI exhaled a plume of smoke into the night air, leaning against the balcony railing as my gaze drifted upward to the dark canvas of the sky. The phone remained clutched in my other hand as I flicked the ash from my cigarette into the waiting ashtray.Stress was never a good thing for me— a relentless adversary that always seemed to have the upper hand. I neither had the option to retreat nor the freedom to move forward.I attempted to call Samuel, but my man had abandoned his phone in the room. His original mission was a simple one: fetch two beer bottles from the kitchen. Yet, judging by the time that had elapsed, it was evident— he was a full-blown adventure.The beer though, was a feeble attempt of mine to divert his thoughts. He was much more interested in thwarting Evie's plans for the evening, whether by calling her directly or, failing that, reaching out to her friends. And if all else failed, he would resort to tracking her down himself. He was seething, a rare occurrenc
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