Theodore I flipped through the file in front of me, my frown deepening with each page. The words blurred slightly, not because I couldn’t read them, but because of the anger coursing through my veins. I gripped the edge of the paper tightly, holding myself back from ripping it to shreds. How dare they do this to her. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples, trying to calm myself. It had been two years since I’d found her again, and when I finally did, I was… happy. Genuinely happy. After years of searching, she had finally been found. I should’ve approached her then, but I didn’t. I didn’t think I had the right, not after all these years. Not after what I’d done. And besides, she already had a fiancé. She looked happy, and that was enough for me. Or at least, I told myself it was. So, I kept my distance. Watching her from afar. But then we met again, by sheer coincidence. And when she smiled at me with the same warm, genuine smile I thought I’d never see again, my
Eve The room was silent. Neither of us spoke, neither of us had anything to say. My gaze was locked on his, trying to decipher the expression on his face. Was it worry? Guilt? Or something else entirely? Finally, Theodore decided to break the silence. "How are you doing?" I blinked, slightly surprised by the question. His concern seemed genuine, but I didn’t know what to make of it. After everything, why did he care? I managed a small sincere smile, "I’m fine. Sophia made sure of that." He nodded, his features relaxing just slightly. “She had to make sure you were okay, it is her responsibility.” His response caught me off guard, I tilted my head, studying him. Something about the way he said it struck me as odd, like there was more he wasn’t saying. I had never understood why he was acting this way towards me—why he was treating me differently. It was suspicious. What the hell are you hiding, Theodore? “Thank you for taking me to your place despite being mean
Eve I stood frozen, my mind struggling to reconcile the crying boy from my past with the man standing before me now. How…how was this possible? How was he standing in front of me? He was supposed to be dead. He was supposed to be gone. He didn’t make it out of the fire. That was what she said. Because of me…he… Wait. Mother Victoria. She had always hated me to the core. She would do anything to destroy my spirit, to chain me. But how could she put this heavy chain on me for all these years? How could she possibly lie about this? Was this the same boy from all these years? But then again, he had always looked familiar. Whenever we saw each other, I always felt comfortable and safe, to the point where being too formal with him felt strange. But who would have thought—he was chubby. “It was you?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. He nodded, a faint, bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. “It was me.” I swallowed hard, staring at him as a whirlwind of emotions chur
Xander Your wife is still with your ex-best friend. Is this some kind of love triangle or what? I’m loving this twist. I stared at the text, my eyes scanning the words again. My lips pressed into a thin line, my eyes still cold and bored, but a faint twitch in my hand betrayed me. I dropped the phone onto the table in front of me, leaning back in my chair. Love triangle? I told that person to protect and keep an eye on her, and so far, their updates had been regular, and annoyingly accurate to the point that unnecessary words were added to either annoy or get a reaction out of me. Eve had lost the only person she loved, and I wanted her to feel that pain, to let it carve into her so deeply that she could harness it, use it as a weapon against her enemies—those who had manipulated her, used her as a pawn in their games. Pain, after all, could be a powerful source of strength. And in part, I was right. That pain had driven her to confront her family, to face them in a fit of
Eve “This dress would look amazing on you,” Daisy said, holding up a red dress. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the boxes of dresses and shoes scattered across the mattress—new, shiny, expensive things I had only ever seen from afar or on Mia. What the hell was going on? It had been a week—seven long, dragging days. In that time, I had done nothing but exist. Sleep, wake up, eat, and then drift back to sleep. That had always been my usual routine. Theodore was busy too. He was preparing everything for my departure. I hardly saw him around the house. When he came home, I was always asleep, and by the time I woke up, the maid would inform me that he had asked about me before leaving for work. And when she talked to me about Theodore, I could see the sparkle in her eyes. It was as if she knew something I didn’t. And then there was Daisy. She had always made it her personal mission to pull me out of whatever pit I was sinking into. She came whenever her schedule allowed,
Theodore I stepped out of the car and walked into the house. I was exhausted. It had been another long, tiring day. Despite my best efforts, I hadn’t managed to make it home early enough to see Eve before she slept. Again. There were so many things demanding my attention, and Eve was one of them. If I was being honest, she was the one I thought about the most, even when my mind was drowning in work. Once inside, I loosened my tie and climbed the stairs. All I wanted was to take a quick shower, check on her, and then handle the rest of my tasks for the night. As I neared my room, I slipped off my jacket, holding it, and unbuttoned my shirt, letting it hang open. The moment I stepped inside and flicked on the lights, I froze. The walls were covered in birthday decorations—streamers, banners, balloons. And there, sitting on the bed, was Eve. She was holding a small cake, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, she wore a stunning red that looked like it was made
Eve Lust. This intense, burning lust. What was this? I had never felt anything like it before. It wasn’t even the same as with Nick. With Nick, it felt like it was my responsibility as his fiancée, kissing him was sometimes good, but we never went anywhere further than that. But with Xander… I couldn’t even begin to explain it. It was hunger—raw and insatiable. When he kissed me, there was no warmth, no tenderness. It was as if he wanted to consume me. Yet with Theodore… it was lust. Pure, unfiltered lust, and tenderness that made my skin burn and my mind lose all clarity. What was I doing? What was I doing acting like this? Acting on this? But the questions didn’t stop my hands from moving. They had already wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. His lips pressed against mine with urgency. The kiss grew hungrier, hotter. Then I yelped softly as he effortlessly lifted me up, his strong hands gripping my thighs as he placed me onto the cool
Theodore She tasted sweet. I didn't know how to describe it perfectly, but one thing was clear—she was addicting. The kind of sweetness that sank deep into your veins and left you craving more. And I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to claim her. I wanted her to be mine. I had tried to hold back my desires and temptations, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could rival how she looked lying there on my bed, completely bare. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Damn it. As if it wasn’t hard enough trying to control myself, she had to look up at me with those wide, beautiful, innocent eyes. She shifted slightly, her hands coming up to cover her breasts, her gaze dropping to the side, as if she were shy. I clenched my jaw, dragging in a ragged breath. But it was useless. I had seen everything. I was the one who had stripped her bare, the one who carried her to my room, laid her down. “Don’t hide yourself from me, Eve.” She glanced up at me, her lips parti
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