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
EveI have always mocked women who froze, women who stood there, unmoving, while their partners betrayed them. I couldn’t understand it. Why didn’t they storm in, scream, slap someone, demand answers? I had always imagined that if it were me, I would throw open the door and tear into them both without hesitation.I mean, who would allow such nonsense? Who would cry when it was never their fault? It was the man's fault for betraying them. It was the man's fault for humiliating them and breaking years of trust and love.I gripped the edge of the doorframe so tightly my knuckles turned white, the air was heavy, and suffocating, rooting me in place. My chest tightened, a raw, aching pain spreading from my ribs to the pit of my stomach.I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.This isn't happening.But it was.My fiancé, the man I had promised myself to, the man I had loved for four years, the man I wanted to build a family with, was fucking another woman.And I stood there, just like the wome
EveI stared at Nick, unable to still believe what had just happened. My face stung from the impact of the slap, but it wasn't the pain that made my heart quicken or caused the tears on my face. The reason was the person in front of me—the man I had given my everything to.Nick was a doctor in one of the best hospitals; he wasn't just any doctor—he was my role model, someone I had looked up to. Even though he was ten years older than me, and even though everyone gossiped that I was a gold-digger intern because his father had once been a professor at the hospital, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that I had him by my side because he was the first person who treated me like I was human. But now, that same person had just slapped me like I was dirt beneath his shoes.My hand trembled so much, and I bit my lips to stop crying, but it was useless. The pain was too much, too terrifying to try to stop it.“W-why?” I tried to mutter but my voice got stuck in my throat. I could only loo
EveBlue eyes, deeper than the ocean and brighter than the morning sky—those were the eyes I couldn't look away from, no matter how hard I tried. I pressed my hand against his chest, trying to steady myself from falling….or maybe it was just to find a reason to touch him? I had no idea anymore.I refused to blink as I stared up at him. It wasn't just his eyes, everything about him was perfect. His features were sharp, chiseled and beautiful at the same time. What was I saying, calling him beautiful would be an understatement. He was stunning, almost otherworldly, as though God had taken his time to create him.For a moment, I forgot why I was there, standing on the edge of that bridge. I forgot about everything—the humiliation and heartbreak I went through today, my family, my whole existence. I had no idea what this stranger was doing to me, but I didn't care.Then his cold, biting voice snapped me out of it.“Are you going to sit on my lap forever?” he asked, his tone sharp and em
XanderI watched her as she walked away, my eyes following her every movement with interest.I shifted my gaze to my legs. For months, the pain in my legs had been constant. And it made no sense because I wasn't supposed to feel anything in my legs. I had lost the ability to feel them years ago. No doctor had been able to explain it, let alone stop it. And yet, this strange woman had reduced the pain with a single touch. Not fully, but enough that the sharp edge I’d grown so used to was gone, as though her fingers had undone something even modern medicine couldn’t.I flexed my hand against the armrest of my wheelchair, staring down at where she’d touched me moments ago. How could she have known? How could something so simple make a difference where even the most experienced doctors had failed with expensive equipment?It was... fascinating.I exhaled, leaning back in my chair and glancing at the bridge railing. I hadn’t come here expecting company. The place was the only spot I could
EveMy head throbbed in pain, and I gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if it was the only thing holding me together. The surgery had lasted all night, hours of precision and focus. I had poured every ounce of my energy into saving that patient, only to have Scarlett come in afterward and take the credit.She wasn't even there, but after the operation was over, she was the one who spoke to the parents, acting as if I wasn’t the one who’d done the work in her place.I stood there like a fool. I couldn't say anything, not because I was scared of her. No. It was because I couldn't get fired. I couldn't lose the only thing I loved doing.I exhaled shakily, the familiar ache settling in my chest. It was always like this. Always someone else taking the credit. Always me working until I could barely stand, only for my efforts to fade into the background, invisible.I used to think it was okay. I thought helping a senior colleague was an honor, and I was fine standing in for someone and le
Eve “Get married in my place, sister.” Those words. They rang in my ears like a distant echo, over and over, louder with every repetition until I could hardly think. For a moment, the world seemed to tilt, and I stared at Mia, disbelief coursing through me. I must have misheard her. It couldn’t be real. But as I looked at her, my stomach twisted painfully. The look on her face told me everything. The sly curve of her lips, the glint in her eyes—she wasn’t joking. Mia never joked. At least, not with me. She was serious. Dead serious. The ringing in my ears grew louder. I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. My chest tightened as I tried to process what she had just said, but my mind refused to cooperate. Marry in her place? Was she really asking me to take her place? To take on yet another thing she didn’t want? I swallowed hard, my throat dry and burning, but the words wouldn’t come. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. Mia’s smile widened slightly,
Eve “No?” my mother repeated, her voice echoing through the room like I had just said the most absurd thing in the world. They all stared at me—eyes wide, mouths slightly agape. For a moment, it was almost comical, like a scene from one of those dramatic plays where the characters freeze in exaggerated disbelief. I would have laughed if my heart wasn’t pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest. My hands trembled in my lap, and I desperately tried to control it by clutching my dress. The fabric bunched in my fists, grounding me, though it felt like I was standing on the edge of something far bigger than I could handle. I couldn’t believe I had said it. I had never said no to them before. Not once. No matter what they wanted or asked I made sure to do it. I had always been the quiet, obedient daughter, the one who nodded and did what she was told. The one who stood in the background, unnoticed, while they doted on Mia. And now, I had refused them. I swallowe
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
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
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