"Wait... is that Mr. Xander? Am I losing my mind, or is he actually smiling?" the short man asked, squinting as if the sight were impossible. "You haven’t heard, have you? The infamous cold-hearted billionaire is completely captivated by his wife. They say he’s obsessed with her." _ Life has never been kind to Eve. Betrayed by the man she loved and cast aside by the family who only valued her as a replacement, she is forced to marry in her twin sister’s place—a role she never wanted, for a man she doesn’t even know. Xander never planned to marry, but his father’s demands for an heir leave him no choice. Guarded and distant, he sees the arrangement as nothing more than a business deal. When a kind-hearted woman meets a man with walls around his heart, will she find a way to soften his cold heart? Or will the weight of her own pain leave her hands unable to fight for love?
View MoreEve “W-wait…” The word broke from my lips, barely audible, but he silenced it with another kiss—hard, punishing, and unrelenting. His lips crushed mine, swallowing the sound as if it was nothing more than a nuisance. The intensity of it stole my breath, leaving me gasping, and disoriented. And then his hand moved, slipping lower, lower… until his fingers pressed deep into me, and my entire body jolted. Shit. The sting was sharp, immediate, unlike anything I’d ever felt. The pain in my body flared, raw and unfamiliar, and I froze beneath him, my legs trembling as he continued to pushed deeper. "Please wait," I tried to say, but the words caught in my throat, trapped by the relentless pressure of his mouth on mine. The pain burned through me, and I clawed at his wrist, desperate for him to go slower. But he didn’t. Instead, he went faster. He growled against my lips, his voice low and edged with something dark. “You said to touch you like any other woman.” His said, mocki
Xander "Don't tell me you're a virgin?" She blinked up at me, her wide, vulnerable eyes filled with something between confusion and nervousness. She didn’t say anything, but the look on her face confirmed what I had just realized. My grip on her wrists loosened slightly as I froze, my mind racing. What the hell was going on? This woman—this woman—was a virgin. I stared down at her, momentarily stunned. How could this even be possible? Everything I knew about her, everything I had dug up said otherwise. When I did my research on her last night. I wasn't impressed with what I found out. In fact, I was disgusted at the thought of that woman being my wife. She was the kind of woman I despised. Spoiled, entitled, annoying as hell, and, worst of all, men-crazy. In just one month, she had been seen with so many men in hotels and clubs. She was the type who treated relationships like games, jumping from one partner to another. I didn’t want her. I didn’t want someone like
Eve I looked at him, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out every rational thought in my head. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, and I opened my mouth, about to say something—anything, but before the words could come, he silenced me. His hand slid up and cupped the side of my neck. Then, without hesitation, he leaned in and captured my lips in a kiss so deep it stole the air from my lungs. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft or hesitant like the kisses I’d known before. No, this was something entirely different—something raw, demanding, and all-consuming. His lips pressed against mine with a force that left no room for doubt, his fingers digging into my waist as if he didn't want me to pull away. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The world around me disappeared, leaving only the feel of his mouth on mine. He kissed me like he was claiming me, like he was tearing down every wall I’d ever built around myself. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, I leane
Eve “Want something? Take it.” His words echoed in the dimly lit room. My heart skipped a beat, my breath hitching in my throat. I didn’t know if it was the words themselves or the way he looked at me—like a predator, his piercing gaze locking onto me like a prey caught in his trap. In that moment, my fear of death was forgotten. The cold press of the gun against my temple faded into the background, distant and meaningless. How could I care about the weapon threatening my life when I was already face-to-face with the devil himself? His presence was suffocating, overwhelming. Every inch of him exuded power and control, and it twisted something deep inside me. My mind screamed at me to stop, to look away, to remember the danger I was in. My last shred of common sense pleaded with me to fight the pull, to protect myself from what was about to happen. But my body had other ideas. It betrayed me completely. Every nerve in my body screamed to move closer, to bridge the suffoca
Eve What should I do? What should I say? How should I react? All these questions raced through my mind, yet I couldn’t find an answer to any of them. It was as if my brain had chosen that moment to shut down completely, leaving me stranded. It refused to obey my commands, my desperate pleas for help. Maybe it already knew the truth—that no matter what I said or did, there was only one way this was going to end. My blood staining his bed. The thought sent a chill down my spine as I looked up into his eyes. There was no warmth there, no trace of humanity—just cold calculation. His blue eyes, usually piercing, had darkened into an even deeper shade, almost void-like, and I knew in that moment that he wasn’t bluffing. He would really kill me. He wasn’t playing. I was going to die for being nosy. “I asked you a question.” He growled out. My breath hitched, my voice trembling as I stammered, “I—I just… I just heard a groan.” The words spilled out, broken and shaky. “I didn’t m
Eve “I know you want to die, but live—not for anyone else, but for yourself. Please, take my hand. Please! I can't let you die. I can’t—” I jolted awake, my heart pounding heavily. My hand flew instinctively to my chest, my fingers curling over my damp skin as I gasped for breath. Another nightmare? No, it wasn't a nightmare….it was a memory. My body trembled as I looked around, wide-eyed and disoriented. My breathing was shallow, and for a terrifying moment, I felt like the walls were closing in. This wasn’t my room. My room didn’t look anything like this—nothing so elegant, nothing so expensive. It was a stark contrast to the simple and modest space I was used to calling my own. My heart skipped a beat, panic bubbling to the surface. Where was I? And then I remembered. I was still in his house. I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to relax as I leaned back against the headboard. My chest still heaved, but the suffocating pressure began to ease. I was spending
Eve I had hit it… right. I hit it right! Oh my God!. A grin spread across my face, unstoppable and wild. My heart raced with adrenaline, and I couldn’t contain the excitement bursting out of me. I did it. I actually hit the target and so perfectly at that. “Did you see that? Did you—” I spun around in pure elation, ready to bask in their reactions, but the words caught in my throat. I froze. Luke stood there, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide with shock. He looked like he was trying to process what had just happened, as if his brain refused to believe it. His expression was so ridiculous I almost laughed, but then my gaze shifted. And then I saw him. The man who commanded all the attention in the room. He smiled. It was fleeting, just a flicker on his lips, but I caught it. It was there—a flash of something raw and real. But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by his usual stoic, unreadable mask. My excitement faltered for just a moment, my hea
Mia “They’ve gone. You can wake up now,” Eloise’s voice came softly from beside me. My eyes snapped open, and I let out a long, exaggerated groan as I stretched my arms. My entire body felt stiff from lying still for so long, and I rolled my neck, wincing slightly. “Ugh, finally,” I muttered, sitting up slowly and rubbing my temples. My best friends, Eloise and Adele were perched on either side of the bed, watching me with amused expressions. “I swear,” I sighed, shaking my head. “If I had to fake being unconscious any longer, I think I would’ve passed out for real. Do you know how exhausting it is pretending to be weak and helpless?” Adele laughed, shaking her head. “Your poor parents were so worried, though. I actually felt bad for them.” I waved her off, rolling my eyes. “They’re fine. They always overreact. It's nothing new. I just wanted them to leave quickly so I could breathe. I mean, seriously, how much fussing can two people do? It’s embarrassing.” Eloise smirked, “You
Eve Present Day “Spend the night with me, and I’ll make you forget everything.” That’s what he had said. And oh God, the things that went through my brain in that single moment… I thought I’d misheard him at first, but the way his piercing blue eyes bore into mine made it clear I hadn’t. My mind spun with all the possibilities—none of them innocent. Kinky. That was the word that popped into my head, and once it was there, it wouldn’t leave. I’d expected something wild, something intimate, something that would push boundaries I wasn’t sure I had. And yet, despite my nerves, I had agreed. What choice did I have? I wasn’t about to back down after being so bold, after yelling at him and spilling my heart out like that. Backing out now would have been foolish and embarrassing. And I had already embarrassed myself a lot today. I needed to man up and act indifferent about this whole situation. So when he led me into his mansion—a place ten times the size of where I live…..I tried
EveI have always mocked women who froze, women who stood there, unmoving, while their partners betrayed them. I couldn’t understand it. Why didn’t they storm in, scream, slap someone, demand answers? I had always imagined that if it were me, I would throw open the door and tear into them both without hesitation.I mean, who would allow such nonsense? Who would cry when it was never their fault? It was the man's fault for betraying them. It was the man's fault for humiliating them and breaking years of trust and love.I gripped the edge of the doorframe so tightly my knuckles turned white, the air was heavy, and suffocating, rooting me in place. My chest tightened, a raw, aching pain spreading from my ribs to the pit of my stomach.I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.This isn't happening.But it was.My fiancé, the man I had promised myself to, the man I had loved for four years, the man I wanted to build a family with, was fucking another woman.And I stood there, just like the wome
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