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
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
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 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
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 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
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
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
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