The next chapter will be published after 2 hours. A few more chapters and then Book 2 will come to an end. Rowan Levisay and Sophia Wyatt will be next! Lisa Salman-author
Aniya’s pov:As soon as our coffee orders were taken, I began grilling Elijah. "What do you want to talk about, Mr. Elijah? If you are expecting me to tell you about Eve's whereabouts, then I am sorry."I was exhausted after a long day at work and all I wanted was a warm bath. I agreed to meet him because I wanted to see my friend’s happiness again."No. I don't want any whereabouts, Ms. Aniya. I need a favor," he replied, his voice pleading.I scrunched my nose and looked up at him, curious but also wary. "And what is that favor?" I asked.He looked at me, and I noticed the under-bags around his eyes, evidence of sleepless nights and too much pressure. He took a deep breath before speaking again."Can you convince Eve as a friend to let me talk to her? To let me in her life for a little while? Just ask her to give me a chance."What was it about these men? They make you run away in the opposite direction and then they come after you waggling their tails. Earlier it was Tyler and now
Eve’s pov As we stood in the kitchen, I reached up and lightly touched his lips, causing him to gulp down nervously. He hadn't been expecting the sudden contact, but he couldn't help the warmth that spread through his eyes at my touch. Slowly, his arms came around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I missed you," he whispered, his voice low and filled with longing. "I missed us, Eve." My heart swelled at his words, and I knew what he was talking about. Because I felt the same way. "I missed us too," I replied softly, my lips brushing against his as I spoke. For a moment, we just stood there, lost in each other's embrace. The warmth of his body against mine felt like home, and I knew that I never wanted to let him go. "Can we start again?" he asked suddenly, his voice hesitant but filled with hope. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. I could see the vulnerability there, the fear of rejection. But I knew that I couldn't deny him this. Not when I felt the same way. It migh
As we sat on the couch, my hand was in his, and my frustration was pouring out. "We advertised everywhere that we are going on appointments, hundred percent. Still, I keep getting these stubborn customers who whine and complain that they didn’t know about the change. In the end, after a lot of arguments, we usually take them because well… they are our clients."He listened patiently while his rough thumb pad circled patterns on my palm. "That sounds so frustrating. It's hard when you do everything you can to communicate a change and still have people complain."I nodded, grateful for his understanding. "Exactly! But then we end up taking them anyways because they're our clients and we don't want to lose business."He agreed, "I know what you mean. I have clients who want to get drunk on someone else's money. And if someone else isn't available, they expect the club to tolerate the shit. Then there's always the risk of a pervert who might be bullying a beautiful girl like you."He sque
As soon as the car came to a halt, I jumped out without waiting for Justin or any of my friends. "The club casualties..." I began to say, but the receptionist interrupted me, gesturing towards a counter on the right. "Ma'am, you can get all the information you need from there. The patients have been moved to that ward," she said in a professional tone. I made my way to the small waiting area of the hospital, where a young doctor was calling out injured people’s names along with the ward numbers while panicked people were gathering around him. "Sir!" I tried to scream over the chaos, but my voice was drowned out. Unable to stand still, I rushed down the hallway to the said wards. Adonis! Please don't you dare die on me! Don’t you fu*cing die, Adonis. If you do, I'll kill you myself! I swear I will kill you! I sobbed without realizing it, tears streaming down my face. I kept looking for him on every bed, in every ward but he was nowhere. I wanted Justin to take me to the club, bu
Elijah aka Adonis pov:As soon as Evelyne saw me, I could see both relief and worry on her face. Relief that I was finally found but worry because I must be looking like I had been through a battle. A few minutes back when my gaze accidentally fell on a mirror, I found my face all red and swollen, and my once white shirt was now drenched in blood.So, she had been looking for me? Oh, God!She had been looking for me? She cared about me?I was just a few feet away from the blast location but the moment I heard it, I knew what had happened. I had reached the hospital after helping the victims.As soon as she saw me… the way she lunged at me….I felt a lump in my throat as I realized the severity of her emotions. She was clutching me tightly and all I could see was her shaking shoulders due to her sobs.She was crying! She was crying for ME!The woman in my arms who managed to take away my heart within a few minutes we met, was right there in my embrace.I struggled to find my voice as
Evelyne’s pov: (One Year Later) “Just shut up and tell me how do I look,” I rolled my eyes at my giggling friends who were busy teasing me about the hickey Adonis left on my neck. “You girls are impossible,” I complained, “Here your friend is trying wedding gowns and all you two seem to discuss is a damn hickey? Tsk!” I clicked my tongue inside my cheek and tried to fix my gown around my heavy boo*bs. “Ok,” Ashley placed the coffee cup down on the nearby coffee desk and stood up, “You look gorgeous, love.” I frowned at her in the mirror trying to assess her face if she was serious this time. Today, I was here to finalize a wedding gown. And yes. I also made the mistake to bring my friends. “It’s not a joke. I swear.” Aniya came behind me and leaned her chin on my shoulder, “You look lovely.” She said looking into my eyes through the mirror. “Let’s complete the look with this veil,” Ashley walked to me and placed the white net piece on my head. “Hmm,” she leaned her chin on my o
Evelyne pov: It was all the same. The same fogginess around me. I was standing at the same place where no one was around. The same place, I used to see in my dreams. It was my school’s football ground again. I could hardly see through the fog and kept turning around with no idea where should I start walking. I did have this idea that it was the same dream, and he will reach out to me, to take me out of there. As expected, the fog started thinning magically. The bleachers surrounding the field were now more visible. Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed through the light fog, gradually becoming louder and clearer. It was a voice I could recognize anywhere. I knew who it belonged to. It was calling out my name, and I felt a sense of urgency in its tone. As always. I was waiting for him. I turned towards the source of the voice and saw him emerging from the fog. Today he didn’t look as worried and as anxious as he used to be. Without waiting for a second, I ran to him and lunged at
Sophia Wyatt’s pov:Sophia Wyatt- 16 years old Rowan Levisay- 14 years old “Can you please stop staring at me?” I snapped at him. A blush crept to his cheeks, and he moved his eyes away. I felt bad for taking out my frustration on him. But the way he used to look at me, everyone around us knew that he had a crush on me. My friends used to ogle at him and used to sigh whenever they found him eyeing me. “Sophie! He is so hot!” Nova used to remark with a dreamy expression on her face. Irritatingly my best friend never said that about Colter, my boyfriend. Rowan Levisay got his great looks from his parents. He had class, style, looks, and just the right amount of hotness. That hotness was too much to handle for all the girls around. Except me. His father still had the aura that could make all females go weak in the knees. At this age, he was a spitting image of his father, Hunter Levisay. Our parents were family friends. I was an adopted daughter who was spoiled by her adoptive pa