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
Eve It felt good. Too good. I moaned. My body shivered, tingling with pleasure I couldn’t quite understand. What was happening? Why did I feel this way? The sensation was warm, almost overwhelming, and I blinked my eyes open, my mind hazy and disoriented. The first thing I saw was a broad shoulder above me, strong and defined, shifting slightly as if in motion. My breath hitched, and I blinked again, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Then I felt it again that pleasure coursing through me. My eyes snapped open fully this time, and my vision cleared just enough to make out the figure leaning over me. Theodore. He was pressed against me, his face buried in my chest. I froze, my lips parting in shock, but no words came out. The memory of last night came rushing back. Birthday. Cake. Theodore. Sex. I had sex with Theodore on his birthday. Before I could think too much about it. He moved again, and I gasped as I realized what he was doing. His mouth was on me—on my nipple
Theodore “So, big brother, what happened last night?” Daisy’s voice rang out, teasing and curious. I looked up from my desk to see her perched on the edge of the table like she owned it, swinging her legs back and forth. She was smiling in that mischievous way she always did when she thought she was being clever. I narrowed my eyes slightly and shook my head, trying to ignore her. But it was useless because, she would keep talking until she was satisfied. “Judging by the look on your face, it seems my plan went well.” Her grin widened, and she pointed a finger at me. “See? My matchmaking skills are top-notch! Everything I do works perfectly.” “So, tell me the details. I made sure to send all the staff home so you two could have the privacy you deserve. Did you make her happy? You didn't ruin my efforts right?” Damn it, I was already in a bad mood. The last thing I needed was Daisy’s endless chatter. “You messed up, didn’t you?” She tilted her head, studying me, then snapp
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