Apologies for the long chapter and quite a heavy topic. Despite that, I really hope that you are enjoying the story even though the pacing of the story is slow. Still, I hope that you can share your thoughts. Would really love to read it. Thank you so much for taking the time to read the story and I hope that you like it. Thank you! XOXO - Yuri Lee
-Eve-I've always been a good girl, chasing decent grades, nurturing friendships, and doting on my boyfriend Stephen. But now, here I am, standing in the corner with all the grace of a polite spectator, watching Stephen marry Stella, my so-called best friend.I can still remember the exact things that he had said to me just a week ago."Baby, I need to go to New York to meet an important client. You know that I am doing all of this for our future right?" He kissed me goodbye with a warm smile."Yes, I do." He looked at Stella with a smile, the same smile he had given me a week ago.How can he easily forget what we shared?"I can’t believe that I have married a chef! Your food always tastes amazing. You're always working so hard. " He kissed my hands, my hands that I’m always embarrassed about because of their roughness because of all the part-time jobs I had over the years. But Stephen never minded it."I will always be loyal to you." Now, he kissed her hand.I just stood there, watch
-Eve-The anxiety of not knowing got the best of me so I stood up and left the room. As I got out of the room I was in, I wandered towards the exit and found myself in what seemed like a hidden park inside the building. I was amazed at how beautiful the place looked, on a good day I would have stayed and admired the place. But I need to get out of here and find my cheating ex-boyfriend and ex-bestfriend. If they think they can easily get away from me they are wrong. "I'm not wrong. Shouldn't you reflect on yourself? Sophie is prettier than you and has a gentler personality. You're so unromantic. Every day with you is torture for me. Do you understand? Leave us."A girl was pushed to the ground and was crying silently. In front of her, there was a man and a woman, their half-naked bodies and love bites telling everything. What the hell is wrong with the world? And how come there are more jerks than there are good guys? Before I knew it, my feet moved on their own and didn’t stop
-Eve-I woke up early the next day to start the first day of my debt-paying days.My life was supposed to turn to hell yesterday. However, the girl with the clipboard came back to me and, to my surprise, her angry expression was gone. She told me that the investors had decided to let me work for the company as compensation.I took out that business card and read it again. Dreamweaver Company is one of the top ten companies in the world. I didn't know if the goddess of fate took pity on me and actually wanted to save me.I am still not sure what kind of work they are going to ask me to do, but as long as I won’t be subjected to human trafficking or be a sex worker it would be okay. I arrived a few minutes earlier than scheduled and couldn’t help but stand in front of the tallest building in the city. I can’t believe that I get to work for this company. The HR personnel received me, “Miss Eve Anderson, from today on, you will be the Executive Assistant to the company’s CEO.I blinked a
-Eve-I arrived home smiling as I remembered what had happened that day. “Is that you Eve?” my grandmother called out from the kitchen. “Yes, Nana,” I replied as I hurriedly walked toward the kitchen to give her a hug and kiss. My parents died in a car accident when I was still young and all I have was my Nana. Everything I had been working hard for was all for her. I wanted to make sure that she could stop selling at the market and just enjoy some time with her friends instead. “Set the table dear,” she replied as turned off the stove. I helped her bring everything she had cooked to the table and was surprised at the amount of food she had cooked.“Why did you cook a lot, Nana?” I asked as I took the seat in front of her and was ready to dig in when Nana’s question surprised me. “It’s your first day of your internship, isn’t Stephen joining us?” Her question was so innocent that I couldn’t help but feel guilty that I hadn’t told her what Stephen did to me. “No, he won’t I repl
-Eve-“Hello, Evelyn,” Vincent freaking Beckett said with a smirk on his face.“Fancy seeing you again,” he added.I froze from where I stood as I looked at Vincent as he walked naked toward the girl on the bed. “You,” he said in a harsh tone, “Leave.”I was surprised at the way he spoke but didn’t dare make any sound. I can see the look on the woman’s face as she looked at me and I can tell that I interrupted something that shouldn’t be disturbed. I heard her stump away but didn’t look in her direction, afraid of what I would see.“Do you have it?” I heard Vincent say, making me confused at first but then realized who the hell he was.“Yes,” I replied as I placed the envelope on the couch near me. “I’m not going to eat you, Eve,” he said. “Bring the file to me,” he added.I picked up the envelope and the sigh that escaped my lips made him laugh. I walked towards him thinking over and over again how I ended up getting in this situation. And then I remember debt and jail and that w
-Eve-Out of the worst thing I imagine I found myself in this I would rate this experience as my worst.How can I not? I’m stuck here cleaning for my naked boss who turned out to be the biggest playboy at school, Vincent Beckett!But all of my bad luck started the moment that my douche ex-boyfriend decided to marry my whore of an ex-best friend. After that, everything in my life just started to go wrong. Still, I can’t believe that I would be in Vincent Beckett’s room cleaning after his mess because the asshole was a clean freak. If he was a clean freak why the hell create this kind of mess? I mean how can you even call the aftermath of your love making a mess? And how could he send his girlfriend out like that? I feel sorry for the girl, but it’s her fault that she fell in love with an asshole.I sighed as I continued to vacuum the carpet, everything was going smoothly until I reached the side of the bed. “What the hell is this?” I asked as I pulled something only to find a lacey s
-Eve-One thing I hate more than my asshole boyfriend is to be indebted to someone, especially if that someone is my greatest rival, Vincent Beckett. But it seems as though my debt with him just keeps on piling up and knowing that scares me.I mean, I never hated him for being one of my toughest rivals. In fact, I enjoy it. I enjoyed seeing his face whenever the top of our school was released. But lately, seeing his face is one of the things I have begun to hate. Every time we see each other he always sees me at my most vulnerable and my most embarrassing moment. It’s like my world is falling apart and I can't do anything but watch it. And to make it worse, Vincent was right there sitting in the front row watching how my world crumbles. I may be smart, but lately, it makes me feel like I am the dumbest girl in the world because I fell in love with an asshole. “You can drop me at the bus stop,” I said softly as I pointed ahead. “Why?” Vincent asks, but I don’t dare look at him. “I
-Eve-“Because you’re my girlfriend.” I couldn’t believe what I just heard. “What are you talking about?” I asked still in disbelief.“Just like you said to that guy earlier,” Vincent said with a smirk, teasing me more. “I am your boyfriend.” “No!” I said almost shouting, “I-I just said it because I-I need him to stop.”“Evelyn,” he called, as he placed a finger under my chin, lifting my face so that I looked straight into his eyes. “W-what?” I asked avoiding eye contact, afraid that he would see something he wasn’t supposed to.“Evelyn,” I don’t understand why he keeps calling me by my first name and not my nickname. But there was something in the way he mentioned my name that way that makes my heart race. “Let’s discuss more about this during dinner,” he said, “and I don’t really take no for an answer, Evelyn,” he added, leaving me with no room to deny his request. “O-okay,” I stuttered. I hate the way he makes me feel powerless around him. It didn’t used to be this way. It was
-Vincent-I hate it when Evelyn thinks I am like the usual asshole that she knew. But then again, I was really an asshole towards her when I first met her. Okay, maybe I had been an asshole most of the time. But I have changed. Shouldn’t that count for something?“Vincent,” my grandmother called my name. She was introducing me to someone I don’t really care to know. I would have said something to irritate my grandmother but Evelyn is with me tonight and I don’t want to give her another reason to tell me that Evelyn isn’t suited to be my fiance. So I swallowed my pride and greeted the woman in front of me. “Vincent Beckett,” I said offering her a hand and my most well-crafted smile. My business smile.“Rose Hothorne,” she replied as she shook my hand. “Rose is the heiress of the Hothorne Enterprises,” my grandmother introduces. In normal circumstances, I have already made a sarcastic remark or rolled my eyes but I am no longer that person. What I do no longer just represents me. What
-Eve-One thing I hated the most was being powerless. And I hate myself for not doing anything at that moment but watching her and letting her know that she wasn’t alone. I tried to justify my act by telling myself it was what she wanted. I try to reason out with myself that I don’t know if I would be able to help her or not. I don’t know if I would be able to save her or be a victim myself. When in reality I was just a coward. Just like the coward I am, I hid in silence, not once taking my eyes off the woman with auburn hair and whiskey eyes as she looked back at me as if I were her lifeline. I don’t know how long I stayed there, but it felt like forever until finally, the beating stopped. The man continued to talk bullshit but I never took my eyes away from Ems whose focus was on me.I waited trying my best to hold onto my patience and not do something that would do Ems more harm until the man decided to leave. I waited until the door of the main room closed before crawling to
-Eve-I don’t know what I would feel after hearing Vincent’s story. I am not even sure if I was supposed to know that. But if there was one thing it did, it made me understand why Vincent was not into relationships. I wish I would know who that girl was. I wish there was a way for me to make the bad memories and pain to go away. I also need to know who the hell the obsessed girl was. Why she did what she did. If she was a damn heiress, she has more options than others. I guess people really want what they can’t have. And even if you are a heiress, it doesn’t mean that you could have everything.“Sometimes, I wish I was not born into my family,” Ems said, as she looked at the night sky. Her cheeks were crimson and she had that far away look in her eyes. “I just want to be a normal person, you know.” This time she turned to face me, waiting for my response. “Why?” I asked. “Money and power can’t get you everything you want. It can’t even let you buy happiness.” “What do you mean?”
-Eve-“By the way,” Vincent said as he pulled away from the woman with auburn hair turned towards me, and pulled me closer to him before facing the woman again. “This is my fiance,” he said, surprising me. “Evelyn.” I stared at the man beside me, who had a big smile on his lips. But that was not the only thing that took me by surprise. Another thing that I recognized just now was the way his face was beaming at her. Was he making her jealous? Why is he so happy?Or was he just so good at acting and not showing her what he truly feels?“The popular girl that stole the heart of the most elusive bachelor,” her voice was sultry and confident and I am not sure if she was flirting with Vincent or not. I turned to face her and gave her the best smile I could come up with. She pulled me to her and gave me a kiss on both cheeks. She doesn’t only look good but also smells good. There was nothing about this woman that wasn’t likable. If I was a guy I would fall for her too.Someone came a
-Eve-Three elegant dresses lay on the bed before me. They were dresses sent by his friend. A friend who obviously has amazing taste. They are all made of different materials, and all of them have their own characteristics. I sigh as the pang of jealousy starts to grow bigger inside of me. I am not the jealous type, and I have never been jealous, even when I was with Stephen. I am not sure why. But when I found out about him and Stella, I was angry because I felt betrayed. But after everything that had happened, that betrayal made it easy for me to move on. I don’t even know what it feels like to envy someone who has something you wish you had. Never jealous of Brie’s social standing. Nor Vincent’s money. But ever since I realized I had feelings for Vincent, feelings like jealousy and envy have always shown themselves. And I hate that I have no right to even feel those feelings. Another heavy sigh escaped my lips as I took another look at the dresses in front of me. The blue dre
-Eve-I don’t know if it was because of the mood or if it was because we hadn’t seen each other for such a long time that we both gave in to what our bodies had been craving ever since we sat at the dining table. I know that Vincent told me everytime that he doesn’t make love, that he only fuck women for release. And yet, every time that he was inside of me, I felt otherwise. The care and attention he gives me sometimes make me feel greedy. It makes me want more. If there was a way for me to keep him, I would. I might even sell my soul to the devil if it meant that his grandmother would accept me. Accept us. I might seem to be brazen, but I am not. Trust me, I am not. But I already had a deal with a devil, and it turned out okay. Well, for now, at least. Because I know what I gave in return for this small piece of heaven I am experiencing.I just wish that when the time comes, my heart would be strong enough to mend all the broken pieces. “You broke your promise,” Vincent said a
-Eve-I woke up with a throbbing headache, in a place I didn't recognize, in a very big king-size bed, in the most elegant room I have ever seen. The wind blows the curtain in as the light from outside shows a reddish-orange-pink glow. Reddish-orange-pink glow…The color combination made me sit up in bed as I scanned the room I was in, looking for something to tell me that what I was thinking of was wrong. My eyes roamed the room, but I didn’t find what I was looking for.Instead, that’s when I realized that I was no longer in Brie’s mansion. I removed the covers from my body and recognized something else. I wasn’t wearing my clothes. The ones that I was wearing at that moment were too big to be mine. I begin to panic as I remember something that had happened last night. Unfortunately for me, all I have are fragments of it. I stood but immediately fell back on the bed as my throbbing headache felt like it was being hammered with several nails at the same time. I need to calm down
-Vincent-I thought I could never love a woman so much, but once again, Evelyn proved me wrong. I watched as the love of my life slept soundly on the air bed in the middle of my limousine as if she was not kidnapped like what she was accusing me earlier. A part of me already knew that this would happen, but I never thought I would like it as much as I did. Evelyn has always been this quiet girl filled with secrets. A woman who deserved to have anything and everything she wanted but always thought otherwise. She could have used me all she wanted because she literally had me wrapped around her fingers, but she never did.She didn’t have anyone but her grandmother. After Alyana told me about Evelyn telling them about us and the way she threatened me if I was to hurt Evelyn, I was more happy than angry after knowing that Evelyn broke our contract. A contract that no longer exists since the night she gave me everything she has. I was glad to hear that because, finally, someone had her
-Eve-“Make it stop!” I begged, but I am not sure if my voice was heard. Honestly, I don’t know if I was the one who spoke since it didn’t sound like my voice. All I can remember is the blaring sound of the alarm that sounded like the alarms the bank uses when someone tries to rob them. “Please,” I begged again. “Make it stop!” I am not sure if I was screaming, but it felt like that since my throat hurt. “It’s really hard to trust the three of you,” I heard someone say. I tried to open my eyes, but I was blinded by the light behind him. I grimaced once my eyes made contact with the shiny light behind him. “What would I do with you?’ I am not sure if he was asking me or if he was complaining. But whoever this guy is, I love his voice. “Are you my angel?” I asked, leaning towards the warmth that the voice brought exudes. I rubbed my face against his chest like a cat asking for some attention. “You smell good.” I don’t know what the hell I was saying because I don’t understand what t