Chapter three: Crash the Engagement Party

Eva's POV 

After seeing the Constable with me, Bianca and her girls dared not lay hands on me. 

The humiliation on Bianca's face was a great satisfaction for me. I turned and walked away triumphantly, the bag in my hands.

If it were before, the warden would have scolded me for coming late but she did not say anything and simply took me a hotel room to spend the night.

“A car would pick you up tomorrow morning.” She said once I'd been lodged.

I nodded and stepped into my bliss. After three years of torture and poor living, I find myself in the luxuries of a comfortable hotel room.

A phone was placed on the bed. After a thorough shower, I took dinner and turned on the phone.

The first thing I saw was the picture of my Caleb and Dana rescued. They were on a dinner table, having dinner. The bandage on Caleb's head showed that they'd already been taken care of.

I couldn't be more grateful to Enzo. He had to be my guardian angel.

A text message followed, “Get ready by nine tomorrow. I'll pick you up. Check the closet for some clothes. Enzo.”

I smiled and placed the phone on the drawer, eyes drawn to sleep. Laying on the fluffy, soft bed finally proved that I was not dreaming and this was all real.

After three years away from comfort, I was scared to stain the bed but eventually overcame my fear.

The night was long and restful. I awoke better than I'd ever done for the past three years. 

I took a warm bath and used the makeup kit I found on the mirror table, after selecting an off-the shoulder dress. Excited to kick-start the revenge, I was ready before nine.

True to Enzo's words, he arrived at exactly nine. After taking a long, last look at the room, I walked out of the hotel.

I saw the Enzo in the Maybach when I stepped out. His eyes locked on me until I stepped into the car. Even I did not recognize my reflecting in the mirror.

Three years in prison took a lot from me.

“I see you enjoyed your stay.” He spoke.

“I did. Thank you so much, Enzo.” 

He gave a lopsided grin and ordered the driver to begin the journey.

“We'll be heading to the hospital first.” He announced.

I turned to him, “Are you okay?”

He nodded, “It's for you. We'll have you checked up and I was thinking of discussing with a plastic surgeon to see how we can make a new face for you.”

“Why?”

“I thought keeping the Hales from recognizing you would be perfect.”

I shook my hand, “It's not necessary, Enzo. If I'll be getting revenge, I'd rather do it with the same face they stared at while ruining my life.”

“That’s fine.” He grinned.

The check-up at the hospital did not take long. I was given vitamins and some supplements to aid recovery. 

The next stop was a shopping mall. Enzo insisted that I needed to appear sophisticated as his wife. He spent thousands of dollars getting lavish clothes and jewelry.

As we reached the counter to make payment, the TV station immediately switched and Damien and Maya appeared on the screen.

Seeing Damien's hand curved around Maya's waist, with them smiling and posing for the crowd, made me heartbroken all over again and even worse than before.

Damien still looked hot and captivating, he'd not changed at all since I last saw him.

The news read: Billionaire mogul, Damien Hale to be engaged to Maya Cross in a day's time.

“What?” I didn't know when the words escaped my lips.

Both the receptionist and Enzo glanced at me then traced my gaze to the TV.

The receptionist turned to me and smiled, “Oh miss, you haven't heard? Mr Damien and Miss Maya will be having their engagement ceremony tomorrow!”

“Only elites are invited.” She paused, stared at the screen again, and giggled, “They look so cute together!” 

I turned and walked out of the mall, stopping when I was out. I pressed my hand against my chest, trying to calm the anger raging in me.

As if fate planned to rub my heartbreak all over me, the billboard suddenly displayed pre-engagement pictures of Damien and Maya.

How could he?

“Eva?” Enzo came up behind me, his guards taking the shopping bags from me.

No matter how strong I thought I was, I could not stop the tears from falling. 

He promised never to marry someone else. He promised to wait for me.

How could I still hang on to such a promise after he betrayed my trust?!

I sobbed, crashing into Enzo's chest. Standing any further could cause my knees to buckle, so I needed the support.

Enzo said nothing. He held me in his arms, gently rubbing my back.

Maya had always been between me and Damien. She was his mother's choice. They connived and framed me for a crime they committed and while I rotted in jail, she stole him from me.

I shouldn't cry now. I needed to be strong.

I stepped back and wiped my tears. 

“I'm sorry.” I apologized to Enzo, avoiding his gaze that had softened upon seeing me at my weakest.

“It's fine.” He cheered me up and led me to the car.

On the way back, every screen along the road displayed Damien and Maya. It was like they'd turned to New York’s soulmate overnight.

The car came to a screeching halt in front of a beautiful mansion. I wondered just how rich Enzo Hartley is.

Just as we stood before the entrance, he held my wrist, making me stop and meeting his gaze.

He suggested, “How about we crash into the engagement party?”