Eve Twelve years ago “Did you hear? I heard Noah fainted in the boys’ dorm. They said his condition is critical.” “I did. Why wouldn’t he? Our witch cursed him,” another girl said, her voice loud and sharp enough to make sure I could hear. The room erupted in whispers. I could feel their eyes boring into me, their stares heavy with accusation and disgust. But I didn’t look at them. I didn’t even flinch. I sat on my bed, carefully arranging the sheets, pulling and tucking them into neat folds. My fingers worked quickly, mechanically, like nothing around me mattered. Except my fingers. My tiny fingers curled around the edge of the bedsheets, clutching them tighter with every word they spat at me. “Why does she even stay here?” “Someone like her shouldn’t be allowed in the orphanage.” “She probably made a deal with the devil. That’s why Noah fainted. Didn’t she say he had cancer or something?” The accusations were loud, brutal, and meant to cut deep. But I didn’t gi
Eve Was I even alive? Or was I already dead? I closed my eyes, the faint sound of water dripping into a puddle fading into the background. My breathing slowed, everything drowning into silence. Then I heard the door creak open. I didn’t move. I didn’t even open my eyes. It was probably one of the nuns checking if I was dead yet. They came every now and then, their footsteps echoing as they peered into the room with disgust before slamming the door shut again. But then, I heard a voice. A voice that didn’t belong to Mother Victoria or any of the other nuns I hated. “Eve?” The sound was soft, warm, like sunlight peeking through heavy storm clouds. It can’t be. My body twitched slightly, but I still didn’t open my eyes. Maybe it was a trick. “Eve?” the voice called again, closer this time, trembling with urgency. Ava. It was Ava. My fingers twitched, and I began to open my eyes when I heard another voice, sharp and cold. “Ava,” Mother Victoria said, he
Eve Present time I stared at the letter, my hands trembling as my tears dripped onto the page, smudging the ink. My vision blurred, but I couldn’t stop reading the words over and over, even though they were already burned into my mind. I had been sitting here for minutes, curled up on the floor, the letter clutched tightly in my hands. And now, my body gave out, and I lowered my head onto my knees, clutching them to my chest. Then the sobs came. The sound echoed off the walls, filling the empty room, raw and guttural. It was the kind of pain that had been building for years, the kind of pain that I had kept bottled up for far too long. It wasn’t just about the letter. It was about everything. Ava. My family. My childhood. My entire existence. Deep down, I had always known. I wasn’t stupid. I had known Ava approached me because someone had paid her. I knew it even back then, but I ignored it, because I needed her. I needed to believe that someone in this world car
Eve “I’m afraid you can’t do that, Miss Eve,” “What?” I frowned, my heart sinking at his words. Catherine turned to him, her brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief. “What do you mean she can’t do that?” The lawyer stepped further into the room, his shoes clicking softly against the floor. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but you can’t sign it if you intend to use the money for Mother Ava’s treatment. The will cannot be used that way.” I held my head, frustration bubbling to the surface. What the hell is he saying? I can’t use the will? If I can’t use the will, how am I supposed to pay for Ava’s surgery? I turned to the lawyer, my legs trembling beneath me. I could barely keep myself upright, but I forced the words out. “What do you mean? The will is under my name—I can use it however I want,” The lawyer sighed, “What you said is true, the will is under your name, Miss Eve. You can do whatever you want with it. However…my client, Mother Ava, made it explicitly clea
Eve You’ll have to lose that virginity of yours.” I stared at him, wide-eyed, unable to process the words that had just left his mouth. Surely, I’d misheard him. “What...what did you just say?” I stammered, “Stop joking around, Father.” He looked at me with that same cold, detached expression he always wore, but there was a hint of impatience in his eyes, as if I was wasting his time. “When have I ever joked with you, Eve?” His words pierced through me like a blade, and I felt the air leave my lungs. He was right—he had never joked with me before. Not once. Not in my entire life. He was serious. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I quickly clenched them into fists, digging my nails into my palms to stop the shaking. I needed to stay composed, but it was impossible. “Why?” I finally managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why must I lose my virginity before I get married?” My father leaned back in his chair, his cold gaze never leaving mine. He tapped
Theodore I leaned my head against the cold window, my mind was a complete mess. No matter how hard I tried to focus on something else, my thoughts always circled back to him. Xander. That asshole. I went to his mansion, and as usual, it had been a frustrating visit. After hearing about another attempt on his life a few days ago, I didn’t waste any time. I did my best to tighten the security around him, but it didn’t matter. Nothing ever mattered with him. All I got in return was his cold, detached attitude. Even after all these years, no matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, it seemed like Xander would never trust me again. He would never treat me as a friend again. I ran a hand through my hair, sighing heavily. But I couldn’t let go. I couldn’t just walk away and leave him alone. We had too much history, too many memories. Once upon a time, he was like a brother to me. Even now, despite the walls he’d built around himself, I couldn’t bring myself to stop c
Eve I stood in front of the familiar gates, my head spinning, my breaths uneven. I ran a hand through my hair, my fingers tugging at the strands as if that would somehow calm the storm inside me. Why? Why was I here? Why did I drag myself to this place like some stray dog with nowhere else to go? Of all places, it just had to be here. Of all people, it just had to be him. I leaned against the cold wall outside the gate, my legs weak and my heart racing. I stared up at the looming mansion behind the gate, its intimidating presence only adding to the weight in my chest. What would I even say to him if I went in there? What excuse could I give for showing up at his doorstep like this? Would I let him look at me like a broken woman, desperate and pathetic, as if all I wanted was to crawl into his bed again? Would I beg him like a fool, let him treat me like he did the other day? His cold words and detached stares still burned in my mind, and yet… I was here. I closed my eyes, pres
Xander When I opened my eyes, everything was dark. The kind of darkness that felt suffocating, like it could swallow me whole. I strained to see through it, blinking a few times to adjust my vision. Nothing. Just pitch blackness. Instinctively, I moved forward, my feet touching solid ground. I froze. My breath caught as I looked down. I… I walked. I moved my foot again, testing it. My legs—my legs moved. I was standing. I was walking. The realization hit me like a freight train. For a moment, I was stunned, paralyzed by the sheer impossibility of it. I tried to think, to process what was happening, but before I could even begin to wrap my head around it, everything changed. The suffocating darkness disappeared, and I was suddenly in a car. In the passenger seat. I blinked, disoriented. The hum of the engine filled my ears, and my hands instinctively gripped the seat. What was this? Where was I? “Xander,” a voice said softly. That voice. My heart stopped, and my
Xander "Excuse me, we want to see the director," Luke said, standing in front of the hospital secretary's desk. I was seated in my wheelchair, my fingers resting lightly on the armrest. My gaze moved to the secretary as she slowly looked up from her computer, her eyebrow arching as she scanned us. Her eyes lingered on me, then her lips curled into a disdainful smile. Interesting. "Do you have an appointment with the director?" She asked. "An appointment? I don’t think we need to book an appointment." Luke replied. "What are you saying? Of course you do," she said, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. "I’m sorry, but no matter who you are, you can’t come in without booking an appointment. That’s protocol." He blinked at her. "You must be new here. Just call the director and say Mr. Wint—" The secretary cut him off sharply. "I'm sorry, but If you don’t have an appointment, I’ll call security to escort you out." The room went quiet for a moment until I fi
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