Mag-log in
Eve
I never imagined my wedding day would begin like this. If someone had told me that my fiancé of three years would reject me on this day, I would’ve called them insane. Yet here I was, standing in the cramped dressing room, layers of silk clinging to my suddenly trembling body, staring at the man who was supposed to be my future. He wouldn’t even look me in the eyes. “Eve… I can’t do this,” Nate said quietly, almost as if he hoped the walls would swallow his voice before it reached me. My smile froze. “Can’t do what? We’re about to walk out in ten minutes.” He finally looked up, and something in me broke at the emptiness in his gaze. “I can’t go through with this wedding.” For a second, the world tilted. “What?” My voice cracked. “Is this some kind of joke? Why would you—” “I never loved you, Eve,” he cut in, rubbing the back of his neck as if he was the one stressed. “I actually already have a family. A real one. Out of the country.” The words hit me like a slap. My lips parted, but nothing came out at first. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink. I just stared at him, clutching the bouquet so tightly the stems dug into my palm. “You… you have a family?” I whispered. “Then why bring me this far? Why plan a wedding with me?” He shrugged, cold and careless. “I was after the money, obviously. I mean who wouldn’t want to marry the heiress of the Onyx Empire. But now?” His mouth twisted. “Now there’s no chance. Not after what I heard.” A cold shiver spread across my skin. “What you heard?” “That you caused your parents’ and siblings’ deaths,” he said bluntly. “That you’re cursed.” He didn’t even hesitate. Didn’t even soften it. “I can’t be with you, Eve. I don’t want to die just like how you killed them all.” My stomach churned. Heat burned behind my eyes, but I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, desperate not to let my wedding makeup run. “Please,” I whispered, voice trembling. “What am I supposed to tell them? My relatives and friends are already waiting. Everyone’s seated. What do I say to the invitees? How do I explain this?” He sighed, as if irritated. “That’s your business. Not mine.” My breath hitched. Each word was another crack in my chest. “So everything… everything we shared—” “Eve,” he cut in sharply. “I said what I needed to say.” And just like that, he jerked his arm out of my grasp, so harshly my hand swung back and hit the side of my gown. He didn’t look at me again. Didn’t offer comfort or apology. He simply turned, opened the door, and walked out. Leaving me standing there in my wedding dress, broken, humiliated, and praying the floor would just open and swallow me whole. My throat tightened, and before I could stop it, a sob escaped me. Then another. The tears I’d been fighting finally spilled over, warm and humiliating on my cheeks. I pressed both hands over my mouth, trying to muffle the sound, but my shoulders shook uncontrollably. My wedding dress felt heavier, and tighter, as if it was suffocating me. The door suddenly burst open, and Mia walked in. She wasn’t just my personal assistant, but she was also my best friend. “Eve?” Mia’s voice filled the room, breathless with worry. “You’ve been gone too long, I was—” She stopped abruptly. “Oh my God, Eve…” I turned to her, tears streaming without restraint. She hurried to me, panic all over her face, but before she could touch me, I reached up and yanked the veil off my hair, tossing it onto the vanity. The pins snagged painfully, but I didn’t care. Mia froze. “Eve! Why are you doing that? What happened?” My breath hitched as I tried to speak. “He… Nate…” The name felt poisoned on my tongue. “He ended it.” Mia blinked. “What?” Her voice shot up. “Ended what? What are you talking about?” “He said he doesn’t want the wedding to hold anymore,” I choked, wiping my cheeks with shaking fingers. “He never loved me. Mia, he—” My voice broke. “He already has a family. Out of the damn country.” Mia’s mouth fell open. “He what?!” “And he only wanted me for the money,” I continued, voice trembling harder. “Then he said he heard I caused my family’s death and that I’m cursed. Can you imagine? Mia, he said all that to my face.” My chest tightened painfully, and the tears came rushing again. “I can’t believe I almost married that stupid man.” “Eve…” Mia whispered, pulling me into a tight hug. I clung to her, burying my face in her shoulder as she rubbed slow circles on my back. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” We stayed that way until my sobs weakened into quiet hiccups. My head felt heavy, my makeup ruined, my heart raw. Mia finally pulled back gently, cupping my cheeks. “What now?” she asked softly. “Everyone is waiting in the hall.” I swallowed, wiped my eyes again, and shrugged weakly. “What else should we do? We’re sending them home. The wedding is over.” Mia sighed, her shoulders falling. “It’s embarrassing, Eve. Your relatives… you know how they are. They’ll talk. They’ll laugh. They’ll tear you apart.” “I know,” I whispered. “But I can’t magically fix this. And honestly… I’m just unhappy things had to be this way.” Mia looked at me for a long second, then nodded, accepting the reality neither of us could change. *** After I changed and refreshed, we walked out to address the hall, and everything felt blurry. Hundreds of eyes turned toward us. Whispers erupted immediately. Faces twisted with surprise, confusion, and curiosity. Mia stepped up to the front of the hall with her arm still around me. “We would like to apologize,” she began gently. “Something personal came up, and we hope you can understand. We have to call off the wedding for today.” People murmured, exchanged glances, leaned closer as if trying to sniff out secrets. Then she appeared. Aunt Clarissa. The wicked one who’d hated me since I lost my family that rainy night. She strolled forward with a smile so sweet it felt venomous. “What happened, dear?” she asked loudly, drawing even more attention. “A cancelled wedding? At the last minute? We finally get to see your man for crying out loud. Surely something serious happened. Do tell us.” My stomach dropped. The hall went silent. Every gaze sharpened on me. My cousin, her harsh-mouthed daughter, stepped forward too. “Yes, Eve. Speak up. What really happened?” My throat tightened. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. My hands trembled at my sides. Even breathing felt like a struggle. I tried again, but the words stuttered out, broken and weak. “I… I… it’s just—” Mia stepped forward instantly. “There’s no problem,” she lied smoothly, her voice strong enough to override my shaking one. “Like we said before, something urgent came up for the groom, and he had to attend to it immediately. The marriage still stands.” More whispers. Suspicious looks. But Mia held her ground, her hand slipping into mine, squeezing firmly. And all I could do was stand there, wishing the day would end and take every piece of humiliation with it.EveAfter the airport, after the kiss that felt like finally exhaling, life settled into something softer, something that didn’t require constant proof or promises. We didn’t rush to move in together or announce anything to the pack. We just… started. Quietly. Day by day.One Saturday in late spring, we went on a real date—the kind that felt like rediscovering each other without the weight of the past pressing down. No fancy restaurant, no pack obligations. Just us and the city.We ended up at the downtown park, the one with the old carousel that still spins to tinny music, the pond full of lazy ducks, and the playground where kids chase each other like the world is theirs alone. I wore a light sundress that caught the breeze, and Sage couldn’t stop glancing at me every few steps, like he was still making sure I wasn’t going to vanish.We walked hand in hand, sharing an iced coffee, talking about the little things we’d missed. I told him about the new project at work that had me excit
SageThe crowd parted just enough for me to see Eve running toward me, hair loose and wild, coat flapping behind her, eyes wide and searching. She dodged a suitcase cart, nearly tripped over a child’s backpack, but didn’t slow down.My heart slammed against my ribs.She stopped a few feet away, breathless, chest rising and falling fast. The terminal noise faded to a dull roar in my ears. It was just her—here, now, when I’d already told myself goodbye.“Sage,” she said again, softer this time, like she couldn’t quite believe it herself.I stared at her, the boarding pass suddenly feeling heavy in my hand. “Eve… what are you doing here?”Eve was breathing hard, words rushing out like she’d been holding them the entire run through the terminal. “Margo came to my office today,” she said, and immediately she stopped in front of me.I tilted my head, piecing it together. “Margo? Who is—oh, your cousin? Clarrisa’s daughter?”“Yeah.” She nodded, still catching her breath. “What about her?”I
SageI watched her car pull away until the taillights disappeared around the corner, the street swallowing her like it had so many times before. A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth, small and wry. What an unusual thing to say. How would you reach me when I’m leaving in the next few days?The words echoed in my head, half amusement, half resignation. I sighed softly, the sound lost in the evening breeze, then turned toward my own car parked a few spaces down. The engine started with a low rumble, familiar and grounding. I pulled out slowly, the café shrinking in the rearview mirror until it was just another building on another street.Yes, I was leaving the pack. Not forever, just long enough to breathe. The last year had been relentless: rebuilding what my father had broken, steadying the gammas, and proving to everyone (and maybe to myself) that I wasn’t the devil they used to whisper about. Alex and the others would hold things together while I was gone. They knew the plan. No
EveWe drank in companionable quiet for a while longer, the coffee growing cold between us, the café slowly emptying as the afternoon bled into early evening. Eventually, I set my cup down and pushed my chair back. “Goodnight, Sage,” I said, offering him a small, careful smile before turning toward the door.I’d only taken two steps when his hand closed gently but firmly around my arm.My eyes widened as I turned back to him. The touch was warm and familiar, and it sent a quiet jolt through me—something I hadn’t felt in a year.“Your number hasn’t been going through,” he said, voice low and steady.I swallowed. He’d been trying to reach me? The thought landed somewhere soft and unguarded in my chest. But why? “I changed it,” I answered, keeping my tone light, almost indifferent.“Why?”I lifted one shoulder, trying to shrug it off. “Life. New beginnings. You know how it is.”He studied me for a beat, then slowly released my arm. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, hol
EveA year had passed, and the days had taken on a rhythm that felt almost steady. The office was quieter now, the kind of quiet that came from routine rather than absence. I moved through the corridors with purpose, heels clicking softly against the polished marble, my new personal assistant, Cat, trailing a respectful step behind me with her tablet in hand.“Make sure the quarterly projections are on my desk by noon,” I said, glancing over my shoulder. “And confirm the board meeting for Thursday. I want the revised merger terms ready for review.”“Yes, ma’am,” Cat replied, her voice crisp and efficient. She was good—sharp, attentive, and never missed a detail—but she wasn’t Mia. No one ever would be.I pushed open the door to my office, the familiar scent of fresh coffee and faint lemon polish greeting me. The room had changed little: same wide desk, same view of the city skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows, same framed photo of my parents on the corner shelf. I set my bag down
SageThe truth came out like a storm that had been building for years—slow at first, then all at once, tearing everything down.No one mourned my father. Not a single tear. The pack whispered about it in corners; the elders nodded like it was justice long overdue. He’d killed innocents. He’d nearly killed his own son. The world didn’t need to pretend he was worth grieving. Even his step-wife—my stepmother—vanished the next day. Packed a single bag and disappeared into the night, too ashamed to show her face after the news spread. I didn’t blame her. Some stains don’t wash off.Clarissa's confession came later, in a cold interrogation room with one-way glass and the smell of stale coffee. Eve and I sat on one side of the table. Clarissa on the other. Handcuffed. Broken.She cried the whole time—big, ugly sobs that shook her shoulders—but the words kept coming, like poison she couldn’t hold in anymore.She told us everything.That night wasn’t random. She’d been following Eve’s parents







