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
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 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 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 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 “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 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 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
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