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 A week had passed since I lost my virginity to him. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. A week, and yet the memories burned as if it had just happened last night. The way his hands roamed over my body, the way his lips claimed mine, the way he made me scream so loud that I was sure the entire mansion had heard me. My legs hadn’t stopped trembling for hours after he was done. I couldn’t even walk straight the next morning, and the knowing looks from the staff, especially Chloe was obvious. But, thankfully none of them said anything about it. They must have hated me, and honestly, I didn’t blame them. But it didn’t matter. I wouldn’t meet any of them again. I let out a soft sigh, my gaze dropping to the fragile figure lying motionless on the hospital bed. Mother Ava. Her pale face looked serene, but it wasn’t the peaceful sleep I wished for her. Tubes and wires connected her frail body to the machines surrounding her. And she looked weak. I dipped a cloth into the basin of
Eve Eleven years ago I stood at the back of the crowded room, squeezing myself into the space between the other kids. There were so many of us now. Every day, more children came, and the numbers grew too quickly to keep track of. Once, I could count how many of us lived here, but now the faces blurred together—new arrivals showing up at the doorstep almost daily, scared and confused. It felt suffocating sometimes, like the walls of the orphanage were closing in on us. But this was home. It was all we had. At fourteen, I had a new responsibility: taking care of the younger children. While some of the older kids groaned and complained about the task, I didn’t mind it. Actually, I quite liked it. Most of the kids my age or older ignored me, acting like I didn’t exist. But the little ones didn’t care about any of that. They liked me. They clung to me, followed me around, and laughed at the silly faces I made to cheer them up. I spent most of my days with them, helping to calm their
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
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
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