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
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 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
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 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 “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 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
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
Xander A few minutes ago I adjusted my glasses, flipping through the stack of files in my lap. My focus shifted from one document to the next as the car sped through the city streets. The black suit I wore felt stiff and unfamiliar for my taste. Normally, I’d prefer something minimalist, comfortable. But today was my wedding. The car slowed to a halt at a red light. I leaned back. My gaze lazily shifted to the side mirror, catching the blur of flashing lights. A massive billboard loomed in the distance, displaying the face of someone… familiar. I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes as I wound the car window down. The breeze brushed against my face as I squinted, finally seeing it clearly—a photo of an elderly woman, the caption announcing her death along with her age. I froze. The face on the screen wasn’t just familiar. It was hers. Theodore’s grandmother. Leaning back in my seat, I exhaled, the tension in my shoulders easing into something heavier. So, she was gone. I
Eve “It’s true, isn’t it? You’re standing here, all dressed up, ready to marry some rich guy after sleeping with me last night!” The whole room was silent, the kind of silence that pressed against your ears and made it difficult to breathe. Nobody moved, and nobody spoke. Everyone was stunned in place as eyes darted between me and the man I couldn’t look at anyone. My entire focus was on the man in front of me, his wild eyes boring into mine, his voice ringing in my ears. My mind raced, trying to make sense of it. Me? Slept with him? Impossible. I didn’t even know who this man was until a minute ago, much less slept with him. I tried to piece together his words. He couldn’t mean me—no, no, it had to be someone else. I was about to dismiss it completely when something clicked. Mia. He called me Mia. Of course. Mia. He wasn’t talking about me—he was talking about her. He didn’t call me Eve, he called me Mia, my twin sister. I wanted to tell him the truth, but the prob
Eve The silence was suffocating. I stared straight ahead, refusing to meet his gaze. My hands clutched the bouquet of white roses. The veil cascaded down over my face. I wanted them to open the doors for this to be over with. How uncomfortable. “Are you that uncomfortable with me?” His voice broke through the silence. My body froze, I slowly turned my head to look at him. His cold, emotionless gaze met mine, the same look he had always given me. No warmth, no tenderness, just emptiness. I shifted my gaze away. “What do you mean, Mr. Blackwell?” He chuckled. “Are you going to be calling me that forever? Are you not done with your tantrums?” I turned to him again, this time holding his gaze longer than I normally would. I used to think this man was… admirable. Cool, even. There was a time when the thought of him speaking to me, acknowledging me, would’ve made my entire day. But now? Now, I felt nothing. It was almost amusing how fragile human emotions were. One moment, som
Catherine A Few Minutes Ago I sat in the waiting area, my hands trembling in my lap, unable to steady them no matter how hard I tried. My heart pounded as though it wanted to break free from my chest. The seconds felt like hours, dragging on endlessly as I stared at the double doors of the operating room. Every time they moved, my breath hitched, but it was never the doctors. I had never been this scared of anything in my life. When I was younger, I was taught to never fear, to let the Lord guide me, to give my life to Him, to follow the scriptures blindly, and to never question anything the Bible said. And I believed it. I believed it so deeply that I didn’t question when my father—no, when that demon told me to take off my clothes. He said the Lord wanted me to obey him because he was my father, that it was written in the Bible. But it felt wrong. Everything about what he did to me felt wrong. And when I told people, nobody believed me. Nobody except Mother Ava. Not only d
Mia That bitch. That bitch. That bitch. That fucking bitch! My fists clenched so tightly I could feel my nails digging into my palms, but I didn’t care. My entire body was shaking, my chest rising and falling so fast it felt like I might explode. How dare she look me in the eyes like that, threaten me, and then push me to the floor like I was some pathetic nobody? I was Mia Blackwell, the beloved daughter of the Blackwell family, one of the wealthiest families in New York. She was a Blackwell, but nobody loved her or cared about her—a outcast, a mistake, a bastard!! My cheek burned where I hit the ground, but the pain was nothing compared to the rage bubbling inside me. That bitch thought she could humiliate me? Thought she could stand up to me? She’d pay for it—oh, she’d pay for it. No one disrespects me and gets away with it. No one. I will always have my ways. I will always have every good thing this world has to offer: wealth, men, the admiration of others, and the jealo
Eve I stared at the person in the mirror, my reflection barely recognizable. My blonde hair was styled to perfection, a soft cascade of curls pinned elegantly into place with a few loose strands framing my face. My makeup was flawless, highlighting my features in ways I didn’t even know were possible. The soft pink lipstick complimented my skin tone. I-is this me? Impossible, had I always looked like this? I asked myself, unable to believe the woman standing in front of the mirror was actually me. I didn’t know I could look like this. Mia was always the one people noticed, the one who dressed up, who turned heads. I was the twin who faded into the background, always in baggy clothes and messy ponytails. So naturally, everyone always thought she was the prettier one. And I agreed with them, because she was beautiful. She was curvier, with a body that could seduce any man. In contrast, I was slimmer but with round curves. I touched the white dress, it was stunning and definitely
Eve I stared at the person in the mirror, my reflection barely recognizable. My blonde hair was styled into a messy, lopsided updo that looked more like a bird's nest than a bridal hairstyle. My face was caked in layers of powder and mismatched foundation that made my skin appear ghostly pale, while the heavy-handed blush gave me the look of a cheap doll. The lipstick? Crooked and bleeding into the corners of my mouth. What the hell is this? Am I dressing for an Halloween party? My expression remained blank, even as the makeup artist stepped back with a frown and muttered under her breath, “I guess you can’t beautify ugly people, no matter what you try.” I tilted my head slightly, my gaze never leaving the reflection at her words. There was only one person that gave this woman the audacity to do this to her client. Mia. Of course, it had to be Mia. Who else would orchestrate something this childish, this petty? The makeup artist couldn’t have done this on her own. No, this lev
Nick “Ah, Nick! Faster, please!” Freya’s breathless moans filled the dimly lit room, her nails digging into my back, dragging across my skin with desperate urgency. I did as she asked, moving faster, rougher, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I buried myself in her. Her cries spurred me on, but my mind… my mind wasn’t fully here. I should’ve been lost in the moment, consumed by the heat of her body against mine, but instead, the scene from earlier kept replaying in my head. Eve. Her voice, the way it cut through Freya’s insults like a scalpel. Her defiance, the way she didn’t back down, even as Freya’s spout out her nonsense, I hadn’t expected it—not from Eve. I’d seen her endure so much, letting it roll off her back like water, never fighting back, always the obedient woman who would do anything to be loved and cherished. She was the perfect pawn, the perfect woman to use. When I first saw her, I was so happy that someone like her existed. She was so smart, but she didn’t kn
Eve Present day "You were using Doctor Nick to keep yourself afloat, weren’t you? And now that he broke off the engagement, you can’t handle it anymore, so you’re running away? Typical orphan behavior. Slut your way up and leave when you fail." The same words. The same disgusted look. The same venomous tone. After all these years, nothing had changed. The insults still came, cutting deep, but no longer drawing blood. The hallway was suffocatingly silent, everyone stood frozen, their eyes darting between the two of us but no one dared speak. No one even dared breathe too loud. Freya’s words might be venomous but her father’s position in the hospital gave her immunity. She could run her mouth to whoever she wanted, and she wouldn't get into trouble. I didn’t blame them for not stepping in. After all, I probably would have done the same—if I were the same person I was a week ago. Freya’s smirk grew when I didn’t respond, her sharp heels clicking against the tiled floo