Evelyn's POV"Please come with me," she said as she walked towards a room. She opened the door and that revealed a lounge. "Excuse me," she bowed slightly before turning to leave while I ventured into the lounge. Dylan was sitting on the couch, his eyes filled with emotions I couldn't comprehend. The decorations of the lounge were unique and familiar. If I wasn't wrong, it was the exact designs with the ones at the villa. The golden interiors, the gray walls and the arts. How did he manage to get the exact designs? I looked around, astounded by the decorations. I tensed when I felt his presence behind me and soon, he wrapped his arms around me, his breath fanned my ear as he leaned closer."Do you like it?" He whispered, pressing a soft kiss on my neck and my heart skipped a beat. "You came to the villa... Why did you come to me?" He asked.I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling a pang of regret for seeking him out. I had no intention of doing that but I couldn't tell why I had
Evelyn's POVI sat there, frozen on my seat as I tried to fathom what he just asked. After a few heartbeats, I replied. "How would I know? I don't even know who you like." He looked at me for a while, an incomprehensible look in his eyes that brought an unsettling feeling inside me. "The lady I like is famous and indifferent to my feelings," he said with a bitter smile but the serious look in his eyes made me speechless.The feeling grew inside and I shifted in my seat. I couldn't tell why I felt uneasy as he spoke. Was he talking about me? No. There were pretty ladies out there and I knew whoever he fell for was definitely a socialite from the prestigious Silver Universe Pack. It couldn't possibly be me."I hope she notices me soon," he added, his expression a bit down.I cleared my throat as I finally called the interview to an end. "Thank you so much for your time once again, Alpha Dylan. It was actually a pleasure interviewing you," I said while the team rounded up everything."
Evelyn's POVAfter the wonderful dinner, I had returned home, looking around the room while emotionally preparing myself for what I was about to do.This would be my last day here. I'd been here for years and never really thought of this day, probably because I only stayed here often. Luna Janet and Alpha Raymond's reactions would be sad and I knew they'd be ready to convince me to stay. This had been my home for a long time and memories of it would still remain imprinted in my heart but it was about time I moved on. I was done remembering the past and bearing the pain of their betrayal.I quickly packed up my things and just as I reached for the last item, the door to the room slammed open, startling me. I turned to the source and saw Seth walking into the room with a frown etched across his face. He kept moving towards me and once he was a few feet away, he reached out and pushed me to the ground. I almost hissed in pain as my elbows hit the ground. "What did you do to Veronica?
Evelyn's POV "Evelyn, you don't have to leave. You can stay here. Besides, Seth is not going to stay in this house with you because he's not welcome. I don't care if he's my son or not because I refuse to be a mother to someone who is heartless, reckless and irresponsible. If it was because I let you share a room with him before then you don't have to worry about that, I'll never bring that up again," she continued to implore, making my stomach twist in guilt.I really wished I could listen to her just this time and stayed but I wanted an out in my marriage with Seth. I was tired of being tied down to someone like him. After everything he did, I couldn't picture myself spending another year while being his wife."If you feel this way because of the fact that Veronica is pregnant then you don't have to. I'll tell him to cut ties with her--""Mum!" Seth's voice followed after, a terrified look on his face.His mother clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Don't you dare interrupt me? You sh
I tried to sleep but nothing was working. I tossed on the bed, finding the right position, turning the temperature of the room cold but still sleep eluded me. This wasn't working, I didn't feel exhausted and my mind was still racing. Pushing the duvet away, I got down from the bed and walked to the window. As I slid the window open, the calm glow of the moon sir greeted me, darkness covering the sky like black curtains. Sleeping felt like a heavy task failed to be accomplished today and I was tired of taking drugs for my insomnia. Maybe I should've tired myself by washing the dishes earlier. I wondered when the sleepless night would stop. It started years back and it didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon.The creaking sound of the door caught my attention and I turned to find the source. I saw Dylan step out of the room."What are you doing?" He paused, observing me in the silence before walking closer. "Are you okay?" He wrapped his arms around me. He must've known ab
Evelyn's POVMy eyes fluttered open, morning light streaming in. My body felt sore, a pleasant ache lingering between my thighs. Memories of Dylan flooded my mind.His gentle caress on my skin.The way his lips explored my neck. The pressure of his body against mine.A blush spread across my cheeks as I recalled the intimacy we shared. My face buried in my pillow, a soft sigh escaping.I couldn't believe how vulnerable I'd been with Dylan. How he'd seen me, truly seen me.And yet, I felt no regret.Only a deep longing for more. I tossed off the covers, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. The room spun momentarily.My body protested while I tried to take a bath and prepare for work. My legs felt like jelly and there was a hickey on my neck which meant I had to wear a turtleneck today. I hissed in frustration. How could I have forgotten to add that to the ground rules I set last night? The man was so overly energized last night. Slipping into my dress, I wore light makeup and d
Evelyn's POVI stared at him in disbelief. The news had covered the whole internet and although the news started recently, it was still hard to pinpoint the person responsible for it so how come he discovered the person so soon?But that wasn't what was bothering me right now. I wanted to know who it was that had spread the news. I couldn't even tell my colleagues that the news was false because everything was true.I was in fact the daughter of a murderer and my adoptive mother hated me to the core because my biological grandmother got involved in my adoptive mother's father's marriage. Switching us from birth and giving me the opportunity to be the Alpha's daughter for a while before the truth came out. I was being punished for my mother's mistake.I leaned in towards him with a curious gaze. I needed to know my enemy and although I was certain that it was Veronica, I still couldn't actually say it openly without any evidence. He turned the computer to me and stared at the screen i
Evelyn's POV"You should be grateful that you still have a job and that I'm offering to hire you if ever you find yourself stranded with a job. Evelyn, you're so proud and I know that you'd lose your job soon and maybe then you'd know how I felt," she said.I watched her for a while. And looking at her closely, I could only come to the fact that she wasn't the one who discovered the truth. Someone had helped her by giving her this information and I already knew who it was. I just needed to confirm it. "How does it feel to have the blood of a murderer running deep within your veins? Does it make you aggressive? Angry? Repulsive? Ashamed?" She chuckled darkly while reclining back to her seat. I narrowed my gaze at her. It was obvious that she didn't know anything other than the fact that I was the daughter of a murderer. She was mentioning my adoptive parents which were Alpha and the Luna of the Orion pack.I was swapped at birth by my biological mother. She had switched with the biol
Stella's POV Alpha Dylan's intense gaze held me captive, and for an instant, the world around me blurred. My thoughts reeled, and my pulse stuttered. I felt like a small, fragile creature under the scrutiny of a majestic predator.But I refused to be intimidated.With a nervous swallow, I shook off the spell, my senses snapping back into focus. My voice, though slightly tremulous, carried a hint of determination.“President, actually, I'm currently working in the secretary department,” I began, my words tumbling forth in a rush.Alpha Dylan's expression remained impassive, his eyes never leaving mine. I pressed on, despite the flutter in my chest.“I hope you don't mind my sudden visit, but I have a personal matter to discuss.”The words hung in the air, vulnerable and exposed. I held my breath, awaiting his response, my heart pounding in anticipation.Alpha Dylan's gaze narrowed with his eyes searching mine. For an eternal moment, he said nothing, his silence weighing heavier than a
Dylan's POV As I emerged from the serenity of slumber, the soft morning light crept through the windows, casting a warm glow on Evelyn's peaceful form. Her gentle breathing was a lullaby, but I resisted the urge to linger. Duty called, and my latest development project demanded attention.I leaned in, my lips brushing against Evelyn's forehead in a tender kiss. Her eyelids fluttered, but she settled back into sleep, unaware of my departure.With a quiet smile, I slipped out of bed, shrugging into my tailored suit. The city outside was awakening, its vibrant pulse beckoning me to tackle the day.My secretary, efficient as always, greeted me with a crisp smile and a stack of files. I noticed she looked more relaxed today.“Good morning, sir. Your project proposals are ready for review.”I accepted the documents, scanning the shortlisted companies. One name leapt off the page – Seth Raymond's family business, Jupiter Pack. A spark of intrigue ignited within me, fueled by the complex dyn
Evelyn's POVI stared at him confused, especially with the fact that my birthday was two days from now. “My birthday? You didn't have to…"Dylan's gaze met mine, his eyes softening. “I wanted to,” he said, his voice gentle. “I couldn't bear the thought of missing it.”My heart swelled, touched by his thoughtfulness. No one had ever gone to such lengths for me before.I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion.Dylan's arm tightened around me, his chest rising with a deep breath. “Anything for you,” he whispered back, his words lost in the silence of the car.Dylan's hand slipped into his pocket, producing a sleek, velvet-covered gift box. “Here's your birthday present,” he said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.My fingers trembled slightly as I accepted the box, its weight substantial in my palm. The soft velvet felt luxurious beneath my fingertips.With a delicate touch, I lifted the lid, revealing a dazzling d
Evelyn's POV I jolted awake, my eyelids snapping open to Veronica's shrill voice, its piercing tone like a shattered glass. Disoriented, I blinked rapidly, taking in the scene unfolding before me like a fragmented puzzle.Seth stood inches from me, his face a deep, fiery crimson, guilt etched across his features like a confession. His eyes, wide and frantic, met mine for a fleeting moment, before darting away in shame. The air was heavy with tension.My mind racing, I pieced together the fragments: Seth's proximity, Veronica's outrage, and the electric charge hanging between us like a live wire. A mocking smirk curled my lips, a shield against the vulnerability I felt, and a defense mechanism honed from years of navigating Seth's turbulent emotions.“Were you just trying to kiss me?” I asked, my tone laced with incredulity and a hint of amusement, my voice a velvet-wrapped dagger.Seth's face burned brighter, his embarrassment like a physical blow. His silence was deafening, neither
Evelyn's POV As we stepped into the supermarket, the automatic doors swooshing open with a familiar jingle, I felt a thrill of excitement. The fluorescent lights above cast a warm glow, illuminating the rows of vibrant produce and enticing packaging. Dylan, typically the epitome of sophistication, navigated the aisles with surprising ease, his broad shoulders weaving through the crowds.I had jokingly mentioned wanting to try his cooking, expecting a chuckle or a dismissive smile. But Dylan's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, his voice low and inviting. “Let's make something special.”Now, as we wandered through the mundane rows, our cart filling with an assortment of colors and textures, I tried not to think to deep by how domestic this felt. This was a side of Dylan I never knew existed – the everyday, ordinary Dylan.Back at the villa, Dylan transformed into a culinary maestro. He commanded the kitchen with confidence, chopping, sautéing, and seasoning with precision. The aromas waft
Veronica's POV I watched in dismay as Seth rushed out of the TV station, leaving me to face the curious gazes of our coworkers. The whispers began to circulate, speculating about our relationship.“Seth and Evelyn, are they…?”“No, no, it's Evelyn he's still hung up on.”I quickly intervened, attempting to salvage the situation. “Evelyn is our classmate, and we were just planning to have dinner together tonight. I'll go check on them.”My words sounded hollow, even to my ears. Feeling awkward and exposed, I hurried out of the TV station, the spotlight of attention shifting uncomfortably onto me.As I emerged into the cool night air, I spotted Seth standing alone, his figure tense and rigid. I approached him nervously, my heels clicking on the pavement.By the time I arrived, Evelyn had already left with someone, I wonder who. A sleek, black Maybach disappeared into the distance, leaving Seth there.“Seth?” I ventured, my voice soft.He turned, his eyes haunted, his expression twisted
Evelyn's POV I stood frozen, Seth's grasp on my arm unexpected. His eyes blazed with intensity, the depth of his emotions raw and unguarded.“What are you doing?” I demanded, my voice low and rough. “You used to tell me to give you freedom every day, and now that I've let go, you're clinging to me?”“Let go-” I started to demand.But he cut me off, his words spilling out in a torrent. “Do you enjoy being fought over by two women? Is that what this is about?”His gaze burned into mine, searching for answers. I felt a surge of indignation, but beneath it, a spark of hurt.“Seth, stop,” I said, my voice firm. “You're misunderstanding everything.”But he wouldn't let up. His face darkened, his eyes narrowing. “Who is your current boyfriend?” he demanded, his tone possessive.I laughed, incredulous. “You have no right to ask that,” I replied, my voice steady.Seth's grip on my arm tightened, his fingers digging deep. “I have every right,” he growled. “You're still mine, Evelyn. In my hear
Evelyn's POVI stood tall, my eyes locked onto the approaching duo. Veronica sauntered over, her arm linking effortlessly with Seth's, a possessive gleam in her eye. The familiarity between them was very evident, and I felt a spark of irritation.But before I could react, Veronica turned to me with a charming smile. “I specially asked Seth to invite a five-star hotel chef to make your favorite cake,” she announced, her voice low and smooth. “You have to eat plenty!”I smiled, my composure regained. “It wasn't necessary, Veronica,” I replied, my tone light.Veronica, sensing an opportunity, began to flirt shamelessly with Seth, her hands tracing the contours of his arm, her laughter tinkling like crystal. The display was overt, calculated to provoke.As they interacted, the surrounding staff watched, transfixed. Envy and fascination etched their faces, drawn to the chemistry between Veronica and Seth.I observed the scene, detached. Veronica's tactics were transparent, designed to make
Seth's POV.I seethed, my fury simmering like a volcano on the brink of eruption, as Evelyn's detached voice sliced through the phone line. Her words, laced with indifference, cut deep, and I felt my anger boiling over.Every fiber in my being screamed for release, but I clenched my jaw, fighting to contain the tempest raging within. The tension coursed through my veins like liquid fire, threatening to consume me.But when the call ended, abruptly severed by Evelyn's dismissive tone, my control snapped. My phone hurtled through the air, bouncing off the couch cushion with a muted thud, a tangible manifestation of my rage.Veronica, seated across from me, recoiled, her eyes wide with alarm. The concern etched on her face only fueled my irritation.“What happened?” she asked, her voice laced with fear.I turned to her, my gaze icy, my expression twisted in a scowl. Veronica's face crumpled, her eyes welling up with tears.“Did I do something wrong to upset you?” she asked, her voice tre