Eve I blinked, disoriented, as the pain in my head and face blurred everything around me. I reached for the glass table to steady myself. But I staggered back, collapsing onto the cold marble floor. The world swirled around me, and I made no attempt to stand again. If I lost consciousness, they would just think I was faking it to get their attention. “Dad…” I croaked, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to—” “Shut up!” he roared, his face contorted with fury. His eyes were blazing, not with concern for me but with unrelenting anger. “How dare you hurt her? After everything she’s gone through! Do you know how much she struggled to stay alive, but you want to kill her? Take her away from us because you can’t control your anger? After everything we’ve done for you, this is how you repay us?” “I didn’t mean to!” I said as tears spilled from my eyes. “She dug her nails into me—I didn’t mean to push her! Believe me, I would never hurt Mia on purpose.” “Don’t lie!” he shouted, poi
Eve "Back here again? Aren’t there better ways to die, or do you just enjoy making me save you?” I froze, my heart skipping a beat at the familiar, deep voice. That night, even now, that voice was there to pull my mind away from the dark thoughts I never seemed to escape. Slowly, I whipped my head around, and there he was. My breath caught. Even in the dim light of the night, his face was striking—sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes, and a look of effortless confidence that made my stomach twist and my throat dry. Like I said, beautiful wasn’t a strong enough word to describe this man. He looked like the kind of man who would have countless women around him, yet still remain unattainable. He raised an eyebrow at me, his expression unreadable, though there was something vaguely amused in his gaze. I realized too late that I'd been staring at him like a lovestruck teenager. Oh, how embarrassing. “Or,” he said, his voice low. “are you just stalking me?” His words snap
Xander The night before I threw the woman across the room with more force than I intended, but I didn’t care. She hit the wall hard, the impact reverberating through the room. A low, guttural groan escaped her lips as she slumped to the floor, clutching her bleeding head with trembling hands. Her eyes darted to me, wide with disbelief. She hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected the strength, the ruthlessness. After all, I was just a man stuck in a wheelchair. But it was clear she had underestimated me. She tried to push herself up, but her legs wobbled, and she staggered back down, still clutching her head as blood dripped between her fingers. Her hand slipped to her waist, and when I saw the glint of the knife, my movements were instinctive. In one swift motion, I pulled out the gun from under my pillow, the cold weight of it familiar in my grip, and pointed it directly at her. “Don’t,” I said, my voice sharp, calm. She froze, her hand hovering near the knife as her gaze fli
Eve Present Day “Spend the night with me, and I’ll make you forget everything.” That’s what he had said. And oh God, the things that went through my brain in that single moment… I thought I’d misheard him at first, but the way his piercing blue eyes bore into mine made it clear I hadn’t. My mind spun with all the possibilities—none of them innocent. Kinky. That was the word that popped into my head, and once it was there, it wouldn’t leave. I’d expected something wild, something intimate, something that would push boundaries I wasn’t sure I had. And yet, despite my nerves, I had agreed. What choice did I have? I wasn’t about to back down after being so bold, after yelling at him and spilling my heart out like that. Backing out now would have been foolish and embarrassing. And I had already embarrassed myself a lot today. I needed to man up and act indifferent about this whole situation. So when he led me into his mansion—a place ten times the size of where I live…..I tried
Mia “They’ve gone. You can wake up now,” Eloise’s voice came softly from beside me. My eyes snapped open, and I let out a long, exaggerated groan as I stretched my arms. My entire body felt stiff from lying still for so long, and I rolled my neck, wincing slightly. “Ugh, finally,” I muttered, sitting up slowly and rubbing my temples. My best friends, Eloise and Adele were perched on either side of the bed, watching me with amused expressions. “I swear,” I sighed, shaking my head. “If I had to fake being unconscious any longer, I think I would’ve passed out for real. Do you know how exhausting it is pretending to be weak and helpless?” Adele laughed, shaking her head. “Your poor parents were so worried, though. I actually felt bad for them.” I waved her off, rolling my eyes. “They’re fine. They always overreact. It's nothing new. I just wanted them to leave quickly so I could breathe. I mean, seriously, how much fussing can two people do? It’s embarrassing.” Eloise smirked, “You
Eve I had hit it… right. I hit it right! Oh my God!. A grin spread across my face, unstoppable and wild. My heart raced with adrenaline, and I couldn’t contain the excitement bursting out of me. I did it. I actually hit the target and so perfectly at that. “Did you see that? Did you—” I spun around in pure elation, ready to bask in their reactions, but the words caught in my throat. I froze. Luke stood there, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide with shock. He looked like he was trying to process what had just happened, as if his brain refused to believe it. His expression was so ridiculous I almost laughed, but then my gaze shifted. And then I saw him. The man who commanded all the attention in the room. He smiled. It was fleeting, just a flicker on his lips, but I caught it. It was there—a flash of something raw and real. But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by his usual stoic, unreadable mask. My excitement faltered for just a moment, my hea
Eve “I know you want to die, but live—not for anyone else, but for yourself. Please, take my hand. Please! I can't let you die. I can’t—” I jolted awake, my heart pounding heavily. My hand flew instinctively to my chest, my fingers curling over my damp skin as I gasped for breath. Another nightmare? No, it wasn't a nightmare….it was a memory. My body trembled as I looked around, wide-eyed and disoriented. My breathing was shallow, and for a terrifying moment, I felt like the walls were closing in. This wasn’t my room. My room didn’t look anything like this—nothing so elegant, nothing so expensive. It was a stark contrast to the simple and modest space I was used to calling my own. My heart skipped a beat, panic bubbling to the surface. Where was I? And then I remembered. I was still in his house. I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to relax as I leaned back against the headboard. My chest still heaved, but the suffocating pressure began to ease. I was spending
Eve What should I do? What should I say? How should I react? All these questions raced through my mind, yet I couldn’t find an answer to any of them. It was as if my brain had chosen that moment to shut down completely, leaving me stranded. It refused to obey my commands, my desperate pleas for help. Maybe it already knew the truth—that no matter what I said or did, there was only one way this was going to end. My blood staining his bed. The thought sent a chill down my spine as I looked up into his eyes. There was no warmth there, no trace of humanity—just cold calculation. His blue eyes, usually piercing, had darkened into an even deeper shade, almost void-like, and I knew in that moment that he wasn’t bluffing. He would really kill me. He wasn’t playing. I was going to die for being nosy. “I asked you a question.” He growled out. My breath hitched, my voice trembling as I stammered, “I—I just… I just heard a groan.” The words spilled out, broken and shaky. “I didn’t m
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
Eve His words echoed in my head, and I tried to keep a straight face, but I couldn’t. Xander? This man wanted me to fix Xander’s leg? I clenched my hands into fists. I didn’t know what to feel about this. It was a stupid request. How could he ask an intern to treat his son's legs just because some of my surgeries had been successful? It didn’t make sense. He was the richest man in the world, he could bring in the most talented doctors from anywhere. Yet, he was asking me? I swallowed hard and turned to him. “Mr. Winters, with all due respect, this doesn’t make sense. I can’t possibly—” “Make sense?” he cut in. “I don’t do things that don’t make sense, Eve. I only make decisions after calculating every possibility, and every answer leads to you. You are the only one who can heal his legs.” I stiffened, my gaze dropping to my lap. Me? Only I can do it? I bit my lip. I didn’t want to admit it, but deep down, I knew he was right. When I examined Xander’s legs at the bridge,
Eve “Have a seat, Eve. We have a lot to talk about.” I forced myself to hold his stare, even as my heart pounded in my chest. This would be the second time we would meet, and yet both times, I felt like if I made a mistake, it would be the end of me. “What do you want?” My voice was firm, at least that was what I thought. He raised an eyebrow, “Sorry?” I exhaled, steadying myself. “What do you want from me? You already know what my parents did. They swapped the bride. I was never supposed to marry your son. Everything was a scam, and honestly, I doubt the marriage was even legal to begin with. So if you have an issue with it, I’m not the person you should be talking to, it is my parents. Or are you the type to bully the weak, Mr. Winters?” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Maybe I had a death wish, standing here, running my mouth in front of a man like him. But I knew one thing for certain that if I didn’t stand my ground now, I would be used as a scapegoat. And
Eve I stared at the estate in front of me. Bodyguards stood at the gates, their sharp eyes surveying every movement, their hands resting close to their weapons. As the car pulled up, one of the guards approached, peering inside. His gaze flickered over the driver and the other man in the passenger seat before he gave a nod. “Open the gates.” The heavy gates parted open immediately. My fingers curled into the fabric of my shorts as the car rolled forward. The size of the property left me speechless. So this was the Winters Estate, the most powerful family in the country. No wonder they were the wealthiest. The place was massive, it felt almost surreal. I should really stop this habit of following strangers wherever they lead me. But this time, I had no choice. I had to follow him because of what he said, and especially because he had called me Mrs. Eve. If he knew I was married, then the correct title should have been Mrs. Mia. I had married Xander as Mia, not Eve. No one
Eve I pushed the door open and stepped inside with Daisy. Theodore’s voice echoed in the office as he spoke on the phone. His back was to us, his tall figure standing near the window, one hand in his pocket while the other held his phone to his ear. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong forearms. My eyes trailed over him before I even realized what I was doing. He looked effortlessly attractive, like something out of a dream. Daisy leaned toward me, her voice teasing. “I can see you lusting after big brother, Eve.” I flinched, tearing my gaze away from Theodore. My face heated as I whispered back, “That’s not true.” Daisy chuckled. “Mmm, sure.” I narrowed my eyes at her, but before I could say anything, she tilted her head slightly, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “I’m curious though… do you have a type?” I blinked, caught off guard. “Huh?” Daisy’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “Do you like the gentle sweetheart type, or…hmm…” she tapped her c
Eve The moment I stepped out, both women looked at me as if they had just seen the devil himself. Their mouths hung open. They were frozen in place, eyes wide with shock. I took a slow step forward, my voice low and deadly. "Say it again." I met their gazes head-on, daring them. "I dare you to repeat what you just said in front of me." “I-I….” Jennifer swallowed hard, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. The receptionist, however, recovered quickly. She smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, you were here all along?" she drawled. "That’s kind of creepy, don’t you think? Just sitting there, listening like some stalker." The other woman tugged at her arm. “Linda, stop.” But Linda yanked her arm away, rolling her eyes. “Why? Why should I stop, Jennifer? I’m already fired, aren’t I? Might as well say whatever I want.” Then she turned her full attention to me, her expression twisting with pure venom. “I don’t know what kind of tricks you pulled to get