Eve The nurse wiped the sweat from my forehead, but I barely noticed. My hands ached, my fingers stiff from hours of careful work. I kept going. The damage was worse than I had expected. His bones were shattered beyond recognition, nerves barely holding together. It was almost impossible to fix. Almost. I heard that he had a car accident when he was a child and lost his legs. He had been unable to walk since then, and because of the extent of the damage, doctors gave up on him, believing that not treating him was better than risking failure. And I also doubted myself. My mind was telling me that this couldn’t work, that no matter what I did, Xander would never walk again. My fingers paused for a second, until I looked up. Mr. Winters stood behind the glass, watching everything with the man from the other day. And my eyes drifted down on the operating table before me, I stared at the unconscious Xander. I clenched my jaw. No. I had to keep going. Nick was across from me,
Eve To a world that is always unfair. To a world that takes more than it gives. A world that crushes people, watching as they struggle, as they beg, as they break. I have always hated that world. I have lived in it for as long as I can remember. It started when I was a child, the day my parents looked at me and decided I wasn’t worth the trouble. Not when they already had my twin sister. The one they chose. The one they kept. I was just… left behind. It didn’t matter that I was their daughter too. It didn’t matter that I had the same blood running through my veins. And then, it continued in the orphanage, a place where love was a distant thing, where I quickly learned that being different meant being alone. No one saw me for who I was. No one cared about me. And the one person I thought did was paid to keep me in check. And when my parents finally returned, I let myself believe that maybe I had been wrong. Maybe they had missed me. Maybe they had realized their mistake. Ma
Eve I kept pressing his chest, my arms burning, my breath coming in short gasps. Every part of me ached, but I didn’t stop. I kept my mouth over his once more, forcing air into his lungs. Come back. I pressed down again, my hands trembling. Please. The heart monitor slowed, the beeps stretching into long pauses, then a flatline. No. I shook my head, my hands refused to stop. I wouldn't give up yet. I had to keep going, I had to try to save him. Just as the monitor was about to go completely still, there was a beep. Beep. Beep. I jerked my head up, eyes locked on the screen. He was breathing. "He’s stabilizing," the anesthesiologist said, "Vitals are returning to normal." The entire room let out a breath, relieved. If something had gone terribly wrong, they knew they wouldn’t be able to walk out free. I didn’t move. I just stared at the screen, my mind unable to process what had just happened. How? Everything pointed to the fact that he wouldn’t make it. He should h
Eve I pushed open the door of the operating room and leaned against the frame, my heart hammering in my chest. My breaths came in short, labored gasps, every muscle in my body screaming in exhaustion. My hands trembled at my sides, slick with sweat. Footsteps echoed in the hallway. I forced myself to look up, my vision swimming for a moment before settling on Mr. Winters and the man always at his side. I straightened instinctively, trying to stand properly, but my legs betrayed me. The room tilted, my knees buckled but a firm grip caught me before I could hit the ground. "I got you." Mr. Winters murmured. His grip was strong and careful as he helped me to a nearby chair. The moment I sat down, I felt like I could finally breathe a little, but my entire body ached. “Here, drunk this.” A cool bottle of water appeared in front of me. I blinked and looked up. The man beside Mr. Winters held it out. I gave him a weak smile, barely managing a nod of thanks before taking it. The mo
I want to thank my readers for sticking with me this far. We’ve reached the end of—just kidding! We’re not done yet. In fact, we’re just getting to the most exciting parts of the book. I know many of you are curious about a lot of things: Who is the true villain of this book? Who did Xander send to protect Eve? Why did Mr. Winters marry Nathan’s mother in the first place? What will happen to Eve and Xander? Will Theodore give up on Eve, or will another bad boy still be in love with her? All these questions will be answered soon. Thank you for reading!
Eve Pain. It was everywhere. I couldn’t even tell which part of my body hurt the most. Was it my arms, my legs, my ribs? I just knew everything screamed. But then, my head felt like it was about to split open, it was so intense I could barely think. A low groan escaped my lips as I forced my trembling hand to move, fingers brushing against my scalp. It was wet and sticky. Without even looking at it, I knew what it was. Blood. My eyes fluttered open as I stared at my surroundings. The car was upside down. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to piece together what had happened. Then it hit me. A car. A car had hit us. My baby! Panic surged through me as I moved one hand to my stomach, my breathing shallow. To my surprise, there was no wounds, or pain there. Relief flooded me, but it was brief. Because then I remembered Anthony. My gaze snapped toward the driver’s seat. "Anthony?" My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. He didn’t answer. His body was slumped forw
Eve I stared at the man in front of me, my entire body stiff with shock. Axel. I remembered him, that night when Daisy took me to the club, I met him. He had tried to force me to drink something he ordered. I refused, and he didn't like that. I remembered people calling him a gang leader then. I was so relieved when that man stepped in and helped me. But now, he was here. And from the way he was staring at me, I knew I was screwed. "Oh my God, boss, they survived the crash." The voice snapped me back to the present. I turned my head slightly, taking in the group surrounding us. They had tattoos, and smirks that sent warning bells ringing in my head. They all looked like they belonged in a gang. "That was surprising," another man sneered. "I thought she’d die. Or maybe she should have, because with what we’re about to do to her…" His eyes raked over me, slow and filled with something sickening. "She’s gonna wish she was dead." Their laughter was cruel and twisted and I fel
Third person pov For a long time, she had been planning her revenge. She once had everything—a rich and loving family, a home filled with warmth, a life without worries. But the only thing that truly mattered to her was her parents. They were her world. And then, in a single night, her world was destroyed. She was forced to watch as they were taken from her. Not by accident, not by chance, but because someone wanted to see how much pain a loving person could endure before breaking. Because someone was curious about how far a soul could fall when stripped of everything. That was what happened to her. She lost everything. Her parents. Her home. Herself. And after that night, she was thrown into an orphanage like discarded trash. But even as a child, she made a vow. By any means necessary, she would have her revenge. Even when she met someone that helped her, even when she became a famous person. She couldn't let it go. She wanted that person to go through the same pain she had go
Xander I opened my eyes. Everything was a blur, and the world spun around me. My body felt like dead weight against the mattress, refusing to respond. My face was damp with sweat. This was the aftereffect of the drug. The only sleeping drug that could actually knock me out, but the price was paralysis. A few seconds where I was nothing more than a prisoner in my own body. I let my gaze drift to the window. It was bright outside. I stared at the ceiling. How exhausting. After a moment, I flexed my fingers, feeling the stiffness in my joints fade. With effort, I pushed myself up. Normally, I shouldn’t be able to stand for an hour, but my body had already adapted to the drug. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, sliding my feet into the slippers. My shirt clung to my skin, damp with sweat. Annoyed, I tugged it off and tossed it onto the bed before heading to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, brushed my teeth, and stepped into the shower. Running a hand through
RosaI stared at the photographs on the table, my expression indifferent. My legs were crossed, one foot bouncing lazily as I skimmed through them. Levi stopped in front of me, shifting slightly, his face tinged red. “Dr. Rosa, I brought your favourite mint ice cream on my way here.”I glanced up at the big cup in his hands. My eyes flickered to the side, catching Elijah nudging Asher with a knowing grin. “She’s becoming more popular every day,” Elijah muttered under his breath. “You should improve on your moves.”Asher ignored him, as if he were spouting nonsense.Levi hesitated when I didn't say anything. “I’m sorry for getting it without your permission. I didn’t kno—”I smiled, taking the ice cream from him. “Thank you, Levi. I was craving some.”He sighed in relief. I peeled off the lid and scooped a bite with the tiny plastic spoon, letting out a small moan at the taste.“Oh, how’s your older brother?” I asked, eyes still on the photographs. “He’s still going for his checkups,
Rosa “Hahahaha!” I laughed, my stomach aching from the effort. I clutched my wine glass tightly, trying to keep it from spilling all over my black hoodie and sweatpants. But the more I looked at the three boys in front of me, the harder it was to stop. "How long are you going to laugh for?" Asher asked. I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, barely catching my breath. "Hah, until I’m satisfied." He scoffed, clearly not amused, which only made it worse. I took a deep breath, shaking my head as I tried to regain composure. "Okay, let me get this straight," I said, holding up a hand. "Elijah and Roman decided to play thief and steal Mia's purse. But then, just like a badly written action movie, our hero, Asher, swooped in and stopped it?" “Yes. How many times am I going to repeat myself?” "Haha. Men," I sighed between giggles. "Sometimes, I seriously wonder what goes on in their heads." Elijah huffed. "It was a perfectly good plan, you know." I arched my brow, smirking. "L
Mia I stared at the man in front of me. He was too attractive. So much so that my brain struggled to function properly. Xander and this man were both devastatingly good-looking, but in completely different ways. Xander’s beauty was something rare. He looked dignified, refined, almost otherworldly. He looked like he belonged in a painting, a masterpiece that captured everyone's attention. He didn’t need to do anything to make women fall for him, his mere existence was enough. But this man was the kind of beautiful that made you sin. His presence alone was sinful. He was temptation wrapped in leather and tattoos. Everything about him screamed dangerous. "Who the fuck are you?!" The leader of the robbers spun around, aiming his gun at the man. But before he could do anything, his companion froze, his eyes widening in sheer terror. “T-That man… he’s Asher.” The leader stiffened, his face losing all color. "Oh my god," the second man whispered. "What are we going to do?" So, his n
Mia “You’re so beautiful in person, Mia,” she said warmly.I smiled politely, glancing up from my plate as Mrs. Smith beamed at me.“Oh, thank you, Mrs. Smith.” I returned the smile. “You’re too kind. You’re even more beautiful than I am.”The middle-aged woman laughed, touching her face lightly. “Well, we old folks can’t lose to you young ones.”Beside me, my mother chimed in with her usual charm. “Oh, what are you saying, old folks? You’re very young and beautiful, Mrs. Smith. Sometimes, I have to put in extra effort when dressing up because I don’t want you to outshine me.”Mrs. Smith waved her off playfully. “Oh, really? Well, I’ve been using this new cream lately.”My mother’s eyes lit up. “Really? What kind of cream?”Mrs. Smith leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret. “Don’t tell anyone, okay? The cream isn’t widely available yet, so all the rich ladies are scrambling to get their hands on it.”My mother eagerly nodded. “Of course, I won’t tell.”Mrs. Smith smiled. “It’s ca
RosaThe maintenance worker leaned down, extending his hand. “Dr. Rosa, can you raise your hand higher so I can pull you up?”I stretched my arm as high as I could, but my fingers barely brushed his. Damn it. I bent my knees slightly, ready to jump and try again when a strong arm wrapped around my waist.I paused at the sudden touch. Before I could react, Xander lifted me effortlessly, one hand securely gripping my waist, the other... resting firmly on my ass.“....”Don’t look at him, Rosa. Don’t you dare.I clenched my jaw, focusing on the open hatch above. But my body betrayed me. Curiosity won, and I glanced down.Xander met my gaze, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. He raised an eyebrow. “Are you not going to raise your hands?”I smiled playfully. “Mr. Xander, it's not that I'm complaining, but are you perhaps using this opportunity to—” I felt his fingers press ever so slightly “Keep talking like that, and I might reconsider my help, Dr. Rosa.”I chuckled and
Rosa Twelve years ago They say when you’re about to die, different emotions surface. Some people regret their life choices. Others think about how unfair it all is. Some don’t even understand what’s happening. But I felt nothing. I should have cried. I should have been angry at how unfair this was. It was just tomorrow, and everything would have been over. I would have been free. I could have lived however I wanted. Just one more day. But the world doesn’t give you tomorrows. It only takes and takes until there’s nothing left. The cold water surrounded me, pulling me under. I couldn’t move, and my consciousness was fading. I tried to look for Daisy, but the darkness swallowed everything. She could have fallen anywhere. And from what I saw, I doubted she survived, the car had hit her hard. Ah… so this was how I was going to die. Drowning alone, with no one by my side. I didn’t pity myself. But I pitied the ones who actually cared about me. Theodore, his family….. Xander. Would
Xander I looked at the woman in front of me, her hand resting on the wall beside me. I turned my head to the other side, but before I could step away, she lifted her other hand, blocking my path. The elevator doors shut behind her, leaving me with no way out until we reached my floor. I exhaled sharply, finally lifting my gaze to her. She was smiling mischievously, her face close but not too close, it was just enough to be annoying. “What are you doing, Dr. Rosa?” I asked, my voice flat. Her smile widened. "I think I should be asking you that, Mr. Xander, because I definitely saw you trying to close the elevator the moment you saw me." I arched a brow, unimpressed. “And?” “And, it looks like the person you were running away from was me. Normally, people don’t run away from me,” she mused, as if genuinely puzzled. “Like you might have noticed, I’m way too pretty for people to do that. So, Mr. Xander,” she grinned, “I’m a little confused. Why are you running away from me?”
RosaI stared at the CT scan displayed on the computer screen, my fingers lightly tapping against the desk. The results were almost identical to the previous ones, there were no significant improvement. His case was complicated.I glanced toward the see-through observation window. Inside the CT room, Mr. Winters was laying still, the machine scanning his unresponsive body. Beside me, the young doctor shifted nervously. “As we can see from the results, the trauma to his skull caused a severe hemorrhage, leading to the formation of multiple blood clots. The pressure on his brainstem is significant, which likely contributed to his coma.” He adjusted his glasses. “Given his age and the extent of the damage, his chances of regaining consciousness naturally are extremely low. The human brain is unpredictable, and coma recovery is rarely something we can force. It depends entirely on the patient’s response.”I continued analyzing the results. Blood clots. That was the key. Removing them cou