Xian's hand flew to his cheek, cradling the stinging welt where a moment ago, Blake's hand had landed. Disbelief clouded his eyes. "Blake...?" His voice barely a whisper. "Why?"Blake's jaw was clenched tight, his features contorted in a mixture of fury and something else – perhaps regret, perhaps a deeper anger he couldn't articulate. "Don't even ask," he growled, his voice strained.Xian flinched at the venom in Blake's tone. The playful banter and easy camaraderie they once shared seemed a distant memory. Fear prickled at his skin, but a flicker of defiance sparked in his eyes. He would get answers, even if it meant facing Blake's wrath.Xian trembled with fright and didn't dare argue with Blake.Owen stood aside and watched everything with disdain.If Blake hadn't attacked Xian's he would have punched Xian.Eva wasn't in the mood to worry about anything else. Her only concern was Owen's injury.In the heat of the battle, Owen had twisted his wound while attempting to attack Xian
Xian was still in a daze when the phone rang, pulling him from his thoughts. He blinked a few times, trying to shake off the lingering haze of confusion. As he reached for the phone, he saw Tally's name on the screen, and a wave of curiosity and anticipation washed over him. What could she want at this hour? Xian hesitated to answer the call before finally holding it up to his ear."Xian, have you seen Blake lately?" Tally spoke in a soft voice.Xian felt goose bumps all over his body. "Tally, what do you need from him?""It's been a while since I last saw him. He never answers my calls or comes to visit anymore," Tally whimpered, her voice trembling with worry. "Xian, can you help me find him?"In the past, Xian might have helped Tally without a second thought, but after the harsh lesson Blake had just taught him, he knew better than to risk angering Blake again anytime soon.As Tally sobbed over the phone, Xian tried to calm her. "Please, stop crying," he said gently. "Blake is at
After leaving my husband, who did not love me, I restored my status as an heir to a super-rich family. With newfound clarity and determination, I reclaimed my birthright and embraced the responsibility that came with it. No longer bound by the constraints of a loveless marriage, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment, guided by the unwavering support of my family. As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity.In the hushed quietude of the night, Eva Torres paced the plush carpet, the air thick with a nervous energy that prickled her skin. Her reflection in the gilded mirror showed a stark contrast – the woman she knew, clad in sensible cotton pajamas, battled with the image she sought to portray. Tonight, silk whispered against her skin, a luxurious departure from the usual comfort. The delicate fabric clung to her curves in
"Tally? Why are you here?"Eva glanced at the wedding picture on her nightstand, a sliver of unease pricking her like a rogue thorn. Though the picture captured a day brimming with joy and promises, a shadow seemed to have fallen across it, a shadow cast by a woman named Tally Hartwood. Eva and Tally had never met, not in person. Yet, Tally's presence had seeped into Eva's marriage like a silent, insidious fog. It was a presence whispered in hushed tones by relatives, a ghost in knowing smiles from old friends, a name that hung heavy in the air whenever conversation dipped towards Blake's past.The ambiance of the house bore witness to Tally's pervasive presence, her essence seeping into every corner and crevice. From the meticulously arranged décor to the subtle nuances in conversation, the Torres household served as a constant reminder of Tally's esteemed status as Blake's preferred partner. Each member of the family, with a knowing glance or a passing remark, reinforced Eva's secon
Eva met Tally's gaze, the smug glint in those eyes igniting a spark of fury within her. The carefully constructed dam of composure she'd built over weeks crumbled in an instant, and a wave of anger, hot and unexpected, surged through her, threatening to boil over."Eva, said for the last time, Blake, it's not about the money. You know I'd give you anything."Eva countered, her voice barely above a whisper. "You see everything through the lens of money. How do you not understand that it's never your money I want?"Eva's gaze drifted to the flickering fireplace, a silent refuge from the storm brewing within her. "It's the lack of effort, Blake. The way you come home late, barely acknowledging me.Silence descended again, heavier this time. Blake opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, as if searching for the right words. Eva didn't get any response from Blake, she leaved the room.Blake watched her leave, pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyebrows."What is wrong with
The carefully constructed facade of civility shattered in a sudden burst of aggression as Tally lunged, seizing Eva's arm and forcefully pulling her towards the staircase. The unexpected attack caught Eva completely off guard, leaving her stumbling and breathless as Tally's surprisingly strong grip rendered her initial struggles futile.Eva's attempts to break free, but failed, leaving her helpless in the face of the unexpected attack."Blake! Help! Eva is trying to kill me!"With reckless abandon, Tally hurled herself down the stairs, dragging Eva along in a tumultuous descent. Despite Eva's frantic efforts to disentangle herself, Tally's relentless grasp kept her firmly tethered, their bodies tumbling uncontrollably, each step adding to the chaos of their descent.Bang!Eva's journey took a harrowing turn as she stumbled and tumbled down multiple flights of stairs, each impact against the unforgiving steps reverberating through her body. With each descent, her body absorbed the forc
Desperately clawing for any shred of evidence, Eva cast her eyes around the chaotic scene, the helplessness of her situation warring with a fierce determination to unearth a truth that could exonerate her.The door creaked open, framing a visibly upset Blake in the doorway. Relief flooded Eva's face, a lifeline thrown to a drowning woman, her desperate gaze locking onto his as if he were her sole salvation."Blake, I didn't hurt Tally. Please believe me!"Blake looked down at Eva coldly. When he spoke, his voice was strained.The air hung heavy with accusation as Blake's voice cut through the room, his words sharp and devoid of sympathy. "Eva, that's enough. I don't want to hear your excuses. Wrongdoings deserve to be punished, and frankly, it's irrelevant. Tally's kidney was seriously damaged by the fall, and according to the tests, yours is the only match.""Yes!" Marian shouted. "You damaged Tally's kidney, so you should compensate her with one of yours!"Eva's eyes widened in disb
With a burning contempt that eclipsed her fear, Eva whirled around, a chilling sneer twisting her lips. "Is this the 'serious injury' you were talking about, Blake?" she spat, her voice laced with ice as she pinned him with a glare that dared him to meet her gaze. The question hung heavy in the air, a stark accusation against the man who followed her with a hangdog expression, the weight of his betrayal a heavy burden on his shoulders.Blake looked past Eva into the operating room and frowned."Blake, why is she here? I'm so scared..." Tally whimpered, her eyes brimming with tears.Blake didn't have time to think too much about it. Reaching out to stop Eva, he said, "Eva, enough."Ignoring the frantic apologies tumbling from Blake's lips, Eva surged forward with the fury of a cornered tigress. Her gaze bypassed him entirely, landing with cold hatred on Tally. Ignoring the tense gasps from the surrounding medical staff, Eva marched right up to the operating table and delivered a stingi