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
Eve I stared at him, my throat suddenly dry. I licked my lips, trying to think of something to say, but nothing came. I just stood there, frozen. I hadn’t expected him to come out. I thought I could swallow my pride, leave, and convince myself this was all a mistake. But now, with him standing in front of me, that plan went out the window. Before I could figure out how to act, the woman's sharp voice interrupted. “Young Master, this girl—” “Stop talking, Chloe. I think you have said enough,” Xander turned to her, his cold gaze cutting her off mid-sentence “apologize to her.” Chloe froze, her words dying in her throat as she stepped back hesitantly. “B-but—” “I won’t repeat myself,” The air grew thick with tension, and Chloe’s eyes flickered to mine. She looked at me with hesitation and confusion. Then, as if realizing there was no point in arguing, she turned to me and bowed stiffly. “I… I apologize, Miss. I didn’t know you were a guest of the Master.” I looked at
Xander From my twenty-seven years on this earth, I’ve learned one undeniable truth: nothing ever goes as planned. Nothing ever goes the way you want it to. And right now, as I looked at the woman sitting on my lap, that lesson was ringing louder than ever. This wasn’t part of the plan. None of it. I hadn’t expected to see her so soon. After all, our wedding wasn’t until next week—a wedding neither of us probably wanted. A contract signed in blood, paper-thin obligations tying two people together for the sake of something neither of us cared about. And yet, here she was. In my house. On my lap. Looking at me with those eyes. God, those eyes. I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening slightly against her waist as I forced my gaze to stay on hers. I wasn’t a fool. I knew the moment I saw her that night that something had shifted inside me. I’d felt it. A pull I didn’t want. A desire I couldn’t control. And now? Now it was worse. Because she was here, so close that her scent
Xander She gasped sharply as I guided her down, her nails digging into my chest in a futile attempt to steady herself. Her body was so tight, and I could feel her trembling as I guided her down. She cried out, her face pressing into my shoulder as her body tensed, every muscle locking in place. I gritted my teeth, my own control hanging by a thread as I forced myself to still. She wasn’t ready yet. Her first time wasn’t something I could rush, no matter how badly I wanted to claim her fully, no matter how tightly she clenched around me, making my body burn with need. “Breathe,” I commanded, my voice low. My hands gripped her hips, keeping her against me. “Stop fighting it. Let me in.” She shook her head against my shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “It hurts,” “I know,” I said coldly. “It’s supposed to. That’s what you wanted, wasn't it. You wanted me to take your virginity, and I'm halfway done with that.” She flinched, her fingers tightening against my skin, but I d
Xander The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, warm as it touched my face. I groaned, pulling a hand over my eyes to block the brightness. My consciousness stirred slowly until reality settled in with a jolt. My eyes snapped open, and I pushed myself up, my gaze instinctively landing on the empty space beside me. Of course, she was gone. I cursed under my breath, running a frustrated hand through my hair. The blanket covered my lower body as I leaned back against the headboard, the memories of last night flooding my mind. Last night… Last night that woman gave herself to me. The thought made my jaw tighten. After taking her first, I hadn’t been able to stop myself. One time turned into two, then three, then four, and even five. I hadn’t let her sleep until the early hours of the morning, driven by a maddening need to have her completely, to leave no part of her untouched, unclaimed. She’d been exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open by the end. I’d forced myself
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 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 I exhaled sharply and pulled away from Xander. He didn’t resist anymore, simply falling onto the other side of the bed. His breathing was slow, the drug must have taken effect. I reached out, adjusting his head on the bed so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable. My fingers lingered for a second longer than necessary before I pulled back and stood up. I turned toward the door, but before I could open it, Nick’s voice stopped me. “Eve, we need to talk.” I said, but I didn’t let him finish. I opened the door and walked out of the door. He followed me. “Eve, why have you been ignoring me? We should talk about us.” I sighed and turned around. His expression was different from before; he had never looked at me with those desperate, pleading eyes. It was as if he would do anything for me to hear him out, but I was too drained to even try to figure out what he wanted. “Mr. Nick, I have nothing to talk to you about.” “But we are—” I held up a hand, cutting him off. “Mr. Nick, there is no
Eve I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me and walked closer to the bed. My eyes landed on the man lying there, his face relaxed, chest rising and falling in a rhythm. I had never seen him look this peaceful before. It had been a while, but I still remembered every detail of his face and how we met. The first time we met, I wanted to jump from that bridge, but he saved me. And I fell into his lap. But all I could think about then was how attractive he was. Still, to this day, I often thought about how his eyes looked back then. When I gazed into them, I was captivated. The sunlight streamed in, touching his face. Instinctively, I lifted my hand, shielding him from it. I didn’t know why I did it, I just didn’t want anything to disturb his sleep. My arm began to ache from the awkward position, but I didn’t put it down. I shook my head, muttering to myself. “What are you doing, Eve? This is stupi—” "What are you doing?" The deep voice made me freeze. Impossible.
Mia I took a spoonful of salad and smiled at the taste. Normally, I hated salad. It always felt bland, like I was chewing on air. The only reason I ever ate it was because I had to maintain my figure, and my mother constantly monitored my meals. But today… today, for some reason, it tasted exceptional. The crisp cabbage, the fresh greens, it was as if every bite melted in my mouth. The more I chewed, the more I wanted to keep eating. A glass of water appeared in front of me. My mother sat down across from me, watching me with a curious smile. "You seem to be in a good mood today." I looked up from my plate, tilting my head slightly. "You think so?" She chuckled. "Yes, I do. Did something good happen?" I smirked, twirling my fork between my fingers. "You could say that, Mother. Something good will happen soon. All our problems will be gone, and we can finally be at peace." A deep voice interrupted from behind. "Is that so? I wonder what it is." I turned, already knowing who it
Eve The question surprised me that I almost forgot to breathe. Xander? Why was he asking me about Xander? I blinked at Theodore, my lips parting slightly in confusion. I didn’t expect this. And it wasn’t just him…..Xander’s father had asked me this before. Why was everyone so curious? Why was he so curious? "Theodore, I—" I hesitated, searching his face. "Why are you asking?" His gaze was locked unto mine, like he was looking for something in me. Something I wasn’t sure I knew the answer to. I swallowed and turned my eyes to the sky instead, focusing on the stars. "I don’t understand why you’re asking this, but… someone else asked me the same question once." I paused, collecting my thoughts. "I didn’t answer him." I felt Theodore’s silence, he was patiently waiting for me to continue. I took a slow breath and finally said, "To me, Xander is like a child." I didn’t need to look at Theodore to know I had shocked him with my answer. "A child?" I nodded. "He is like a child who
Eve I felt warmth spread through me as I watched them. This… this is what family is supposed to feel like. I had never felt like this with my family before. My blood family always made me feel like I didn't belong. Even on my birthday, it was always about Mia. I had never had a party for me before. Grace playfully smacked her husband’s arm. "Can you stop staring?" Benjamin barely looked at her, still focused on me. "I’m just shocked," he admitted. "I mean, can you blame me? I don’t know why we didn’t see it before. She looks exactly like she did when she was younger. The sweet, innocent girl that always told me to watch my blood pressure. She is right in front of me. Unbelievable." Grace turned to me with a soft smile. "Yes, she’s still a beautiful young lady." I blushed at her words, poking at my food. I wasn’t used to compliments like that, especially from women who really meant it. After everything that happened, the tension in the room had lifted. Theodore and Grace ha
Grace I had always wanted a daughter. I didn’t know why, but the thought of having a little girl to dress up, to love, to protect, it was a dream I held close to my heart. The moment I found out I was pregnant, I rushed to buy baby clothes, all in shades of pink. I decorated the nursery with soft pastels, imagining the laughter of a baby girl filling the room. So when the doctor told me I was carrying a boy, I won’t lie, I was a little bit disappointed, but it was just for a moment. Then I reminded myself that this was my child, my son, and I would love him just as fiercely. I wanted a girl but I wasn't going to make my son feel bad about it. Still, when Benjamin and I tried again, I was determined. This time, it had to be a girl. I did everything, followed old wives' tales, changed my diet, even explored different religions despite coming from a strict Christian family. I prayed, I wished, I hoped. And when the doctor finally confirmed it, I couldn’t believe it. A girl. A m
Eve I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the light blue dress that clung to my body perfectly. It highlighted every curve, making me look… beautiful. My hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and my fair skin seemed to glow under the soft lighting. I stared at my reflection for a moment longer, taking it all in, before grabbing my bag from the table and stepping out of the room. I walked down the hall to Theodore’s room, only to find him still buttoning his shirt. I sighed. “Are you still buttoning your shirt? We’ll be late for the farewell party.” Theodore glanced up, a lazy smile on his lips. “It’s just the three of us, Eve. You, Daisy, and me. And knowing Daisy, she’s probably not even there yet.” I rolled my eyes and walked over to him, taking the buttons from his hand and fastening them myself. “That doesn’t mean we should be late,” I muttered. “I’m leaving the day after tomorrow, and I want everything to be perfect.” His smile froze for a second before he nodded