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 “W-wait…” The word broke from my lips, barely audible, but he silenced it with another kiss—hard, punishing, and unrelenting. His lips crushed mine, swallowing the sound as if it was nothing more than a nuisance. The intensity of it stole my breath, leaving me gasping, and disoriented. And then his hand moved, slipping lower, lower… until his fingers pressed deep into me, and my entire body jolted. Shit. The sting was sharp, immediate, unlike anything I’d ever felt. The pain in my body flared, raw and unfamiliar, and I froze beneath him, my legs trembling as he continued to pushed deeper. "Please wait," I tried to say, but the words caught in my throat, trapped by the relentless pressure of his mouth on mine. The pain burned through me, and I clawed at his wrist, desperate for him to go slower. But he didn’t. Instead, he went faster. He growled against my lips, his voice low and edged with something dark. “You said to touch you like any other woman.” His said, mocki
Xander "Don't tell me you're a virgin?" She blinked up at me, her wide, vulnerable eyes filled with something between confusion and nervousness. She didn’t say anything, but the look on her face confirmed what I had just realized. My grip on her wrists loosened slightly as I froze, my mind racing. What the hell was going on? This woman—this woman—was a virgin. I stared down at her, momentarily stunned. How could this even be possible? Everything I knew about her, everything I had dug up said otherwise. When I did my research on her last night. I wasn't impressed with what I found out. In fact, I was disgusted at the thought of that woman being my wife. She was the kind of woman I despised. Spoiled, entitled, annoying as hell, and, worst of all, men-crazy. In just one month, she had been seen with so many men in hotels and clubs. She was the type who treated relationships like games, jumping from one partner to another. I didn’t want her. I didn’t want someone like
Eve I looked at him, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out every rational thought in my head. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, and I opened my mouth, about to say something—anything, but before the words could come, he silenced me. His hand slid up and cupped the side of my neck. Then, without hesitation, he leaned in and captured my lips in a kiss so deep it stole the air from my lungs. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft or hesitant like the kisses I’d known before. No, this was something entirely different—something raw, demanding, and all-consuming. His lips pressed against mine with a force that left no room for doubt, his fingers digging into my waist as if he didn't want me to pull away. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The world around me disappeared, leaving only the feel of his mouth on mine. He kissed me like he was claiming me, like he was tearing down every wall I’d ever built around myself. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, I leane
Eve “Want something? Take it.” His words echoed in the dimly lit room. My heart skipped a beat, my breath hitching in my throat. I didn’t know if it was the words themselves or the way he looked at me—like a predator, his piercing gaze locking onto me like a prey caught in his trap. In that moment, my fear of death was forgotten. The cold press of the gun against my temple faded into the background, distant and meaningless. How could I care about the weapon threatening my life when I was already face-to-face with the devil himself? His presence was suffocating, overwhelming. Every inch of him exuded power and control, and it twisted something deep inside me. My mind screamed at me to stop, to look away, to remember the danger I was in. My last shred of common sense pleaded with me to fight the pull, to protect myself from what was about to happen. But my body had other ideas. It betrayed me completely. Every nerve in my body screamed to move closer, to bridge the suffoca
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 “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 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
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 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