"I told you to stay away," Evanora whispered, her voice wavering. Eros's cold smile widened. "You made your choice. You came to me, offered yourself that night. Now, you think you can run?" "It was supposed to be one night," she breathed, meeting his gaze. Eros traced her jawline, his voice low. "One night wasn’t enough, tesoro. It never could be." He pinned her against the wall, his lips brushing her ear. "And if I have to burn the world to keep you, I will." _________ Sometimes, a single mistake can either ruin your life or change it forever. Evanora Scott, the youngest and most powerful woman in New York City, had everything—a successful career respect, and control, an excellent actress. But after finding her soon to be husband in bed with her best friend, she made a reckless decision. Heartbroken and drunk, she decided to give away the one thing she’d always guarded—her virginity. She chose the man in front of her, a stranger who radiated danger and mystery. Hypnotized by his charisma and the alcohol in her system, she surrendered herself to him, never expecting to see him again after that night. But she couldn’t have been more wrong. She had fallen into the clutches of Eros Kane, the most feared billionaire. A man with more than just political power—he was the embodiment of terror and sin. In the mortal world, he was a billionaire with influence, but in the underworld, he was something far more dangerous. Lucifer. The King of Darkness. The creator of sin and ruler of hell itself. After that one night, Eros couldn’t forget her. She’d imprinted herself on his dark soul, and now, there was only one solution. She had to be his—forever. She has to become his wife....
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The woman on the TV screen smiled brightly, addressing her audience. "What's up, New York City? I know most of us are eagerly awaiting tomorrow's event. In just 20 hours, our superstar and Brooklyn's beloved mayor, Evanora Scott, will be marrying the Grammy-winning singer, Denim King, in front of the whole world. The ceremony will be streamed live to an audience of 20 million."
The announcer continued with a grin, "I also heard Evanora will be wearing a custom Zuhair Murad gown adorned with 10,000 hand-beaded crystals. It's going to be an unforgettable day!"
"Evanora Scott and Denim King are exchanging vows on stage in New York City tomorrow, and after that, they're jetting off to a private island for their honeymoon," another commentator added.
"Honestly, Evanora deserves the best," a woman chimed in. "After so many failed relationships, she's finally found the right man. I'm so happy for her!"
Evanora couldn't stop smiling as she watched Jimmy Fallon and other hosts discussing her upcoming wedding. It had been her dream, and she could hardly wait to walk down the aisle in that breathtaking gown.
After all the heartbreak with her past relationships, she had finally found the man of her dreams, and in less than a day, they would be married. "I'm getting married!" she squealed, her excitement contagious as her friends laughed around her.
"I'm so happy for you, babe!" Mirabella exclaimed. "I mean, damn! You're marrying the hottest singer ever." Evanora laughed, feeling grateful for her friend's excitement. Mirabella had always been her closest friend, bold and supportive, even if she was a little crazy.
"Well, I don't think he's perfect for you, Evanora," Evelyn said, sipping her juice. Her disapproval was obvious, and Evanora shot her a glare.
Evelyn had never approved of Denim, no matter how hard he tried to make a good impression. It grated on Evanora; Evelyn knew how much her friends meant to her, but still refused to give him a chance.
"I don't know what your problem with him is, Evelyn, and honestly, I don't care if you don't like him," Evanora said, her voice hardening. "But don't you dare talk trash about my soon-to-be husband."
Evelyn looked taken aback for a moment, but then shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm just saying, Eva. You know I care about you and want what's best," she replied, though her tone held a hint of reluctance. "But if he makes you happy, I'll keep my mouth shut... for now."
Mirabella rolled her eyes, draping an arm around Evanora. "Ignore her, babe. You deserve all the happiness tomorrow's going to bring, and we're going to make sure this wedding is as unforgettable as you dreamed."
Evanora smiled, grateful for Mirabella's unwavering support. She knew her friend had been there through every heartbreak, every failed relationship, and every painful lesson along the way. This wedding wasn't just a milestone in her love life; it was a victory over everything she'd overcome to get here.
As the night deepened, they poured glasses of champagne and toasted to the big day. The air was filled with laughter, warmth, and the sparkle of pre-wedding excitement. Evanora's thoughts drifted to Denim, imagining the moment she'd see him standing at the altar, waiting for her with that charming smile she'd fallen in love with.
"Can you believe it?" she murmured, almost to herself. "In just a few hours, I'll be Evanora King." Her voice was soft, filled with both awe and anticipation.
"You two are going to be perfect together," Mirabella assured her. "And, Evelyn," she added pointedly, "whether you like it or not, you're about to witness the happiest day of our best friend's life."
Evelyn managed a small smile and raised her glass. "Alright, alright. To the bride-to-be."
The three friends clinked glasses, their laughter echoing around the room as they celebrated the night away. Evanora felt a surge of happiness, a sense of fulfillment that had once seemed so distant. The love she'd found, the friends who stood by her, and the city she adored-it was all coming together.
Tomorrow, she would be stepping into a new chapter, a new life. And as she lay in bed later that night, trying to calm her racing thoughts, she couldn't help but feel that all of her struggles had been worth it. In just a few hours, her dream was about to become reality.
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(NEXT DAY)
It finally the day the guys. I know everyone are getting ready to witness the exchanging of vows but please don't forget to send me some videos" The woman on the tv said, and a few people just laughed.
The young woman heart was pounding widely as she she stared at herself in the wedding gown. She knew she was looking beyond gorgeous. She gasped, and covered her mouth trying not to cry but it came out, and she couldn't stop crying.
"Hey don't do that. You will ruin your makeup" Someone who was from behind said, and she quickly cleaned her tears.
The lady hugged her. "You are getting married Eva and don't you forget about me no matter what" Andrea, her stepsister said and they both chuckled.
She sighed. "Where is dad?" She asked. "He is so excited to see you. He is waiting at the entrance of the hallway" Andrea whispered, and the Evanora blushed.
Looking around she smiled, her loved ones was with her. Her siblings, her friends, her dad and some few relative but her mother was not here with her.
She chuckled and cleaned the tears threatening to fall down from her eyes. "Let's get going sweetheart. The priest is am impatient one" Andrea said...
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As Evanora stepped out of the car, the crowd erupted in screams of excitement. People pushed and jostled to catch a glimpse of the beautiful bride, snapping photos as she smiled in response.
The crowd was massive, spilling into the street. But her smile faded as she noticed a few people looking at her with pity, glancing back and forth between her and their phones. That was the look she despised the most.
She looked around, realizing more people were doing the same. When she turned back, even her friends were staring at their phones.
"I can't believe he did this to her. I thought he was perfect for her," someone whispered.
"Don't you think this is a setup? That girl is her best friend."
"People can be so cruel," another murmured.
"What the heck!" Andrea, standing beside her, gasped while looking at her phone.
"Please, let's sing a song as the bride enters," the man on the microphone announced.
Evanora's heart pounded as she half-yelled, "What's going on?" and grabbed Andrea's phone.
Her heart stopped, her breath catching as she saw the video. Tears filled her eyes as she stared in shock at the scene on the screen-it was Mirabella and Denim, kissing.
She wiped her eyes, hoping she was seeing things, but it was real. "Oh my goodness," she gasped, clutching her chest, breathing heavily.
"How could you?" Evelyn yelled at Mirabella, who was sobbing. Evanora glared at her, disbelief etched across her face.
Mirabella? She asked herself in shock. Among her four friends, if anyone would have done this, she'd have thought it would be Evelyn, known for her reputation with married men. But Mirabella?
"Oh my goodness! She's having an attack. Get her inhaler, Evelyn!" Andrea yelled, trying to calm Evanora as she collapsed onto the floor, screaming.
People started taking pictures, more focused on capturing the drama than witnessing the wedding. Just then, Denim rushed out with a few friends.
They must have been waiting nearby. "What's going on?" he asked, panicked, rushing toward Evanora, but she slapped him.
"How could you! How could you cheat on me with my best friend?" she shouted, struggling to catch her breath. Evelyn quickly handed her the inhaler, and Evanora took a few deep breaths.
Denim's eyes widened, and he scoffed. "We have a wedding to attend, babe. This isn't the time for this. I didn't do anything like that," he claimed.
Evanora scoffed and showed him the video. He sighed, running a hand roughly through his hair.
"Enough!" she interrupted. "I've noticed how close you two have been. The gift you gave her for her birthday last week was even more thoughtful than mine... And last night, when you disappeared, were you with her?" Her voice trembled, hoping it wasn't true, but his silence confirmed it.
"You jerk!" she screamed, yanking off her veil and hitting him hard. The crowd around them grew even larger.
With a deep breath, she took off her ring. "I guess you weren't the one for me after all," she said through her tears.
Denim ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "Please, sweetheart-"
"Don't you dare call me that," Evanora snapped, cutting him off. "We're over!" She threw the ring at him, earning gasps from the crowd.
He scoffed, then grabbed her tightly, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, really?" he chuckled coldly.
"Yes... I've been sleeping with your friends, but it was just sex," he admitted, and the hall filled with shocked gasps.
"You know how much I need it, and you deprived me, insisting on saving yourself for marriage. What did you think you were-a nun?" he yelled angrily. "Your friend saw how miserable I was and stepped in. It meant nothing."
Evanora broke into tears again.
"You're still marrying me, and you won't deny me this," he shouted, trying to drag her inside, but her guards stepped in, blocking his path.
"Don't lay a hand on her," one of the guards said firmly.
Before anyone could react, Evanora snatched a guard's keys and dashed to a nearby car.
"Oh my gosh! She's getting away!" a reporter shouted as everyone turned toward her.
"Wait!" Andrea called, running after her, but Evanora had already driven off.
"That's an insult I won't tolerate." His lips curved into a dangerous smirk. "If you're so offended, why don't you go over there and slap the woman who dared to touch me?"His challenge, provocative and mocking, hung heavily in the air.The murmurs of the gathered crowd filled the hall, like an undercurrent of waves threatening to break. Evanora's patience snapped."Pretending you didn't like it, huh?" Mirabella sneered, sipping her juice with the same smugness. "Admit it-she's done something for you that I haven't."Evanora saw red. "You-bitch!" she screamed, storming toward Mirabella. Without hesitation, her hand shot out, the slap resounding like a thunderclap across the room.Mirabella's drink spilled, staining her expensive dress. She shrieked, her hand shooting up to retaliate, but it froze midair, as if an invisible force restrained her.Gasps erupted from the onlookers. They looked on in stunned silence, uncertain whether to intervene or stay back. The oppressive energy in the
---"Who disrespected you?" a deep, commanding voice interrupted, its tone smooth yet laced with a dangerous edge. "And... you're pregnant?"The sound sent a shiver down Evanora's spine. Both she and Santier turned sharply toward the voice, their movements stiff with unease.Standing a few feet away was Eros. His tall, imposing figure was framed by the faint glow of the hallway light. He wore a tailored black suit that clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as though he had all the time in the world. Despite his relaxed posture, the aura surrounding him was anything but calm. It crackled with tension, his very presence exuding authority and menace.Behind him, his guards loomed like shadows-silent, watchful, and ready to strike at a moment's notice. Their sheer number made the room feel smaller, the air heavier.Evanora's breath hitched as her gaze locked onto Eros. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, her widened eyes betraying the storm
____________Evanora paced the room restlessly, her eyes darting to the clock every few seconds. The rhythmic ticking seemed louder than usual, each passing moment only heightening her anxiety.The sound of a car horn broke her frantic thoughts, and she rushed to the window. A smile spread across her face as she spotted him stepping out of the sleek black car.She hurried to the door but stopped abruptly when she saw him heading upstairs. Gathering her composure, she met him at the foot of the staircase, her excitement bubbling over. "Welcome home, hubby," she said cheerfully, reaching for his suitcase.Leonardo's eyes glinted with mild surprise at her enthusiasm. He hummed a vague reply, allowing her to take the suitcase before walking ahead.Undeterred, Evanora followed him, her voice bright and eager. "How was work today? Was it fun? Were the clients nice?"Leonardo huffed, his tone dry. "Since when do you care so much? If you want something, just say it."Her smile faltered, and s
Andrea opened her eyes slowly, her vision adjusting to the dim light of an unfamiliar black wall. A dull ache throbbed against her skull, forcing a low groan from her lips. She winced, bringing a trembling hand to her temple. Her head was spinning-a cruel souvenir from last night's reckless decisions. The memories were hazy, but the sensation of cold sheets brushing against her skin grounded her in the present.Something was off.Her eyes darted down, and she froze. The clothes she had been wearing were gone, replaced with an oversized black shirt. Panic surged through her veins, icy and unrelenting. Her breathing hitched as dark thoughts began to swirl in her mind.What if he changed my clothes? What if he...? She didn't dare finish the thought.The creak of the door swinging open broke her downward spiral. Andrea's gaze shot up to see Zenon entering the room, a tray of food balanced effortlessly in his hands. His sharp features were unreadable, though a glint of amusement flickered
---"So, how does it feel being married? I mean, it's always been your dream, hasn't it?" The interviewer's tone carried a hint of mockery, her words slicing through the air with a teasing edge.Evanora huffed, doing her best to ignore the jab. "Well, it's been good. Marriage is filled with love and all that," she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.Lies upon lies! She needed someone to save her from that godforsaken marriage.That's one thing about being a celebrity. You will have to lie so you will keep your popularity and fame intact.The interviewer leaned forward, her expression smug. "Hmmm. Your fans were pretty surprised when you got married just a month after breaking up with Denim. Perhaps you were already cheating on him?"What the heck!Her laugh grated on Evanora's nerves, and she clenched her fists under the table, anger bubbling to the surface. She tried to keep her composure, but it was no use. Rising abruptly, she glared at the woman, her hands itching
---(DRACO CLUB)The Draco Club was alive, pulsating with energy as neon lights bathed the night in a kaleidoscope of colors. Inside, the beat of the music synchronized with the crowd's collective heartbeat, filling the air with electric anticipation. Laughter and murmurs wove through the atmosphere like a seductive undertone. Yet outside, amidst the thrumming vibrancy, Eros stood still, his silhouette stark against the club's chaos.He raised a glass of whiskey to his lips, the amber liquid burning a trail down his throat. But the fiery drink failed to extinguish the inferno in his mind. His thoughts were chained to one name-Evanora.Eros exhaled slowly, the weight of his emotions settling over him like a suffocating shroud. He leaned against the marble railing, eyes scanning the endless sea of people. To them, he was an untouchable force, a man who ruled with an iron fist. But tonight, even that aura of invincibility seemed dimmed.A hand, soft and familiar in its intrusion, slid ov
(EROS MANSION)Evanora paced anxiously in her room, biting into an apple. The crisp sound echoed in the silence as her footsteps paused before the large mirror. Her reflection stared back, her gaze drifting toward her stomach. With a heavy sigh, she placed a hand on her abdomen."Should I tell him?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible, yet the question lingered heavily in the air. Her reflection offered no answers, only a reflection of her turmoil."What if he says he's not ready to be a father? What if something happens?" Her voice cracked, the weight of her secret pressing harder on her shoulders.The sharp ring of her phone startled her. She glanced at the screen, her tension easing as she saw the name. She answered swiftly."Have you made up your mind, Evie?" the male voice on the other end asked.She sighed, scratching her head as her thoughts churned wildly. "I'm still thinking about it, but for now, please keep it a secret. Don't tell our friends or anyone else."
---The heavy oak door swung open, and a guard stepped aside, bowing deeply as he exited. The man walked out with a presence that commanded the space, his steps firm and calculated. Every guard along his path bowed as he passed, their fear and respect evident. His aura was no joke-it carried the weight of authority and danger, leaving no room for defiance.He strode into the dimly lit bar, his sharp eyes taking in every detail. A chorus of giggles erupted from a group of girls by the counter, their excitement barely contained as their eyes followed his every move.Dressed in a sleek black suit that hugged his well-built frame, his twisted-back hair revealed his perfectly sculpted face. His features were sharp, his jawline defined, and his intense gaze was enough to make hearts flutter-or stop altogether. His expensive attire, tailored to perfection, spoke volumes of his wealth and power."Zenon!" one of the girls screamed excitedly, her voice filled with adoration. Others quickly join
______________Welcome back, ma," the maids greeted as Evanora walked into the house. She ignored them, handing over her bag silently.Tears prickled behind her eyes, threatening to fall. She tried to hold them back, but the pain was too overwhelming. All she wanted was to throw herself onto her bed and cry until the ache dulled.She glanced around the sitting room, noticing its emptiness. A frown crossed her face as she looked at her phone. Her eyes widened at the text from Eros: "I'm coming to pick you since you're not here yet."She sighed and dialed his number, but before the call connected, the phone flew from her hand and smashed against the wall.Her heart skipped as she whirled around, her gaze landing on Shantel, who stood smirking with a dark satisfaction."What the hell was that for?" Evanora snapped, her anger bubbling.Shantel's smirk widened. "Mere mortals always think they have control. I've been keeping quiet for far too long, but since no one is home-not your sweet hu
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