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
Adele Present time The Noah standing in front of me now was nothing like the boy I once knew. Tattoos covered his arms, a silver ring pierced through his nose, but it was his eyes that unsettled me the most, it was so different from the innocent, wide-eyed boy I had once protected. The boy who used to cry when we buried dead birds in the orphanage garden. The boy who would sneak extra food onto my plate when I wasn’t eating enough. The boy who promised me that no matter what, we would always be together. That boy was gone. In his place stood a man with blood on his hands. After Eve died, everything changed. A year later, Noah and I were adopted by an Italian family. Well, if you could even call them that. Family was supposed to mean love, safety, but the people who took us in only knew power and control. I should have listened to Noah. We should have run away before we were adopted. But I was desperate. Desperate to believe that we could have a second chance, that
Adele Four years ago I sat in the library, my eyes scanning the pages of my textbook, trying to focus despite the dull ache forming between my brows. “Let’s go out today. There’s a party at my boyfriend’s place,” Maya said, plopping down beside me with a grin. I sighed, barely looking up. “Another party? Didn’t you go to one yesterday?” Maya rolled her eyes. “So? We’re in college, Adele. This is the time to have fun. We’ll both become lawyers. Do you think we’ll have any time for parties after we graduate?” I turned the page in my book, ignoring the way she was practically bouncing in her seat. “That’s exactly why I’m not going. I need to study to become a lawyer.” “You’re so boring sometimes. Just one night won’t kill you. You are always studying.” I shook my head, waving her away. “Not happening. We have exams, and I got to keep my grades up for my scholarship. Unlike someone who comes from a rich family, I don't have the luxury to party around.” She huffed, cros
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
Eve I watched Theodore as he ate, his face looking worn and tired, like he hadn't had a proper meal in days. Now that he was finally eating, I was happy. I didn’t know that watching someone eat could bring me this much joy. “Are you going to keep making me fall for you by looking at me like that?” I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts. Theodore was looking at me with a small teasing smile. I raised an eyebrow. “Theodore, when are you going to stop?” He reached out, gently moving a stray strand of hair from my face before his fingers trailed down, brushing against my lips. His voice dropped to a murmur. “Until you fall in love with me.” I smiled but didn’t say anything. He had been saying things like this after we entered his office, but I didn’t know how to respond. I wasn’t sure if I ever could. Theodore picked up a piece of meat with his fork and held it out toward me. “Do you want a bite?” The moment the scent hit my nose, my stomach twisted painfully. Although it
Eve This wasn’t like him. Theodore was always composed, always in control. The perfect gentleman. When I was still working at the hospital, he was well-respected and praised for his kindness. Everyone saw him as a sweetheart—the kind of man who wouldn’t show affection in public, the kind of man who would be patient and gentle, even in bed. But they were all wrong. Maybe I was wrong, too. The first time we had slept together, he had been exactly what I expected, his touches were soft, he was careful with me. But now? Now he felt like a beast starved for too long. His lips crashed against mine again, rough and demanding, as if he wanted to consume me. His fingers curled into my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. I gasped against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside with a hunger that made my knees weak. Heat coiled low in my stomach as his hands roamed, tracing every curve, memorizing every inch of me. He tilted his he