Eve Everything had been going so great just moments ago, Daisy and I were having fun, dancing, laughing, and for once, I felt like I could breathe. I’d had a little too much to drink, but I didn't care. I had never felt so free before. But, I just had to make a mistake by spilling my drink all over a stranger. But, woah. I stared, completely taken aback by the man in front of me. He was attractive. The kind of attractive that screamed danger. The sharp cut of his cheekbones, the dark smolder in his eyes, and the way his slightly long hair was carelessly pulled back into a messy bun made him look effortlessly gorgeous. His gaze burned into me like he was searching for something. We stared at each other for a moment and I couldn't look away. “Hey, let her go!” Daisy’s voice cut through the tension, snapping both of us out of whatever daze we had fallen into. I yanked my hand away as if his touch had burned me. My heart was pounding so loudly, I was sure he could hear it
Eve The bartender stumbled and crashed onto the floor, groaning in pain as he clutched his bleeding nose. Everything stopped, the music seemed to fade into the background as people turned to watch the scene unfold. What the hell just happened? I sat frozen for a moment. My fingers curled into fists on my lap and just as I was about to stand and check on the bartender, a rough hand grabbed my wrist. "Where are you going baby?" I stiffened, my gaze snapping to the man who had ordered the drink. His grip was firm, almost bruising, and his smile sent an uncomfortable shiver down my spine. "I think the bartender must have made a mistake by taking this back. Isn't that right?" My skin crawled, and I felt disgusted. Every instinct screamed at me to pull away, to run, but a voice in the back of my mind to be careful. "Ah, poor lady, she must be Axel's new victim." Someone whispered. "That's pretty unfortunate for her," another voice chimed in. "My friend told me how he ha
Eve “Let's go, I will take you home.” I stared at him, my mouth falling open in surprise at his words. I let his statement echo in my head over and over again, trying to grasp if he had really said what I thought he did. Did he just… offer to take me home? As if we were familiar, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “No, thank you.” The words left my lips before I could even think. “I don't have a home.” His dark eyes flickered with amusement, and I realized how ridiculous I sounded. “I mean,” I stammered, trying to correct myself, “I appreciate your help, but no. I can go home myself. So, if you’ll excuse me, I will be heading home now—” He arched a brow, leaning in slightly. “I wasn’t asking.” “What?” I blinked, barely processing his words before I was suddenly lifted off my feet. A startled yelp escaped me as he threw me over his shoulder effortlessly, like I weighed nothing. My hands instinctively gripped his back as my heart pounded in my chest. “Let
Eve “I’m only going because of this. I’ve always wanted to ride one.” I was crazy. Why would I willingly accept this? Just because I had always wondered what it felt like to ride a motorbike? But the real question I should ask myself was: was the motorbike the only reason I wanted to go with him? I had made a lot of stupid decisions in my life, but this had to be the worst of them. I could still walk away from all these and forget it ever happened. But I don't know if it was the alcohol in my system giving me a false sense of courage or something else entirely, I didn’t want to turn back. I glanced at him; he was watching me with surprise. Then, to my shock, he chuckled—a low, deep sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “I guess people never change.” “What?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at his statement. “Nothing. Get on, it is getting late.” I grabbed the helmet he had tossed at me earlier and pulled it over my head. “This is stupid.” Taking a deep breath, I climbed onto
Eve Cough, cough. I clutched my throat, wincing. What the hell was I thinking? Screaming my lungs out on a moving motorbike for minutes like a madwoman. I had practically lost my voice. I coughed again, feeling the burn in my throat, when suddenly, a cold bottle of water appeared in front of me. I looked up, glaring at the man responsible for all this. He stood there, holding the bottle out with a nonchalant expression, one eyebrow raised as if he didn’t understand why I was upset. Of course, he didn’t. Why would he? He had done nothing wrong. I sighed, taking the bottle from him. "Thank you," The cool water soothed my throat almost instantly, and as I gulped it down, he suddenly pointed something at me. “Your reward for being good.” I lowered the bottle and glanced at his hand. Mint ice cream? I blinked in surprise, pointing to myself. “Is that... for me?” He smirked. “Who else would it be for?” I eyed the ice cream suspiciously, debating whether or not to accept it. He
I'm kind of in love with Asher. He’s my type. We have Xander, the ruthless billionaire; Theodore, the sweetheart; and now our new character, Asher, the bad boy. They’re all amazing.To everyone still here, thank you for reading my book. I can keep writing because of my readers. Feel free to leave a comment anytime!
Asher I stopped outside the tall gates of a mansion, pulling the bike to a slow halt. The towering building loomed in front of me. So, this was where she was living. No wonder it was difficult to find her. I pulled my helmet off and ran a hand through my hair, glancing up at the estate. Without a second thought, I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of the mansion. The click of the camera must have caught her attention because she shifted behind me. "Are we here yet?" I didn’t answer right away, staring at the photo on my screen. After a moment, I slid the phone back into my pocket and said, “Yeah. We’re here.” She let go of my waist, and the warmth of her touch vanished instantly, leaving me colder than I cared to admit. I turned to watch as she took off the helmet, her hair spilling out like a damn commercial. The wind caught it, brushing it across her face, and I couldn’t help the way my jaw tightened. She had on my leather jacket and looked better in it than I ever had.
Asher Eleven Years Ago I lay on the lower bunk, eyes closed, trying to take deep breaths, but the chatter from the top bunk was relentless. "I'm telling you, I have powers. One day, I made Sister Eliana give me two sausages instead of one." "Oh, really? How did you do it? Can you teach me? She only gives me one." "Hehe. I’ll teach you if you agree to be my apprentice forever." "Ok—" Before he could finish, I kicked the bunk above me, the rickety frame rattling with the force of it. "Can you two shut up? You're talking nonsense first thing in the morning." Both of their heads popped down from the top bunk, peering at me. Elijah, the one with thick glasses that always seemed to be sliding down his nose, quickly muttered, "Sorry, we didn’t mean to disturb you." But Mateo, ever the troublemaker, smirked. "Don’t apologize. He’s just mad because his wife—Eve, has been spending all her time with that rich kid. What’s his name again?" Elijah pushed his glasses up. "Theod
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