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
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
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
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
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
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
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 Present time “If you don’t get your hands off my wife, you will lose your life, and everything you have ever loved.” The sound of my voice echoed through the hall, silencing everyone. I didn’t have to look around to see everyone frozen in place, their gazes locked on me. My eyes, however, stayed fixed on her. Eve. She stood there trembling, her hand red from where that bastard had gripped it too tightly. Her lips parted slightly in shock and disbelief, as if she couldn't believe I was standing before her. And then I saw a flicker in her eyes. It was quick, but I saw it. Hurt?…….. betrayal? I raised an eyebrow. I hadn’t expected that from her. I expected anger, shock, maybe even relief, but not that. The way she looked at me stirred something deep inside me. I didn’t have time to think about what that was because she suddenly winced, and her soft whine of pain snapped me out of my thoughts. My gaze slid to the man beside her. This bastard had dared lay his hand
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