تسجيل الدخولEVAOnce I was done opening all the gifts, Mira reached into her bag and pulled out another gift, this one was slightly larger than the others, wrapped in plain brown paper. "This one isn't to open until your birthday. So don't even think about it. Chloe will report back to me."Give me one second, she'll open the box before I even do the minute Mira leaves.Chloe will report back?"You could've just given it to her and told her to give it to me on my birthday. You can't just give me something and tell me not to open it. You don't think I get curious too?""You'll survive."I sighed and set the box aside, already planning how to sneak a peek when they weren't looking.I grabbed the bag I'd brought and handed it to Mira. "For your trip. I wasn't sure what you'd need, so I got you a perfume set and a journal. I also didn't have time to wrap it."“Oh yeah, sure, and nothing for me. I love that.” Chloe rambled on, stuffing her mouth with cake. Diabetes is probably looking at her through t
EVAOne of them suddenly lunged forward, his shoulder hitting mine as he shoved his camera in my face. I stumbled back, my bad leg nearly giving out, and I would have fallen if Nico didn't grab my arm in time."That's enough!" He yelled and stopped, his body between me and the cameras. "You touch her again, and I'll use force. I don't have a lawyer to threaten you with, so don't test me."The paparazzi immediately went quiet, the flashes reducing to a few accidental clicks. A few of them took a step back, their cameras lowering slightly. The man who shoved me looked like he wanted to say something, but he held his tongue.One of them patted the man's shoulder then called out, "Did Mr. DeLuca put you up to this? Threatening people to protect his assistant?"Nico almost rolled his eyes. "You got a problem with that?"The man hesitated. "Just wondering if the girlfriend is the assistant. You seem overly protective of just an assistant.""I'm going to smash your head with my knee." The m
EVATWO WEEKS LATERI stared at my leg that was stretched out on an exam table, my leg looked like some tuber laid out that way in front of me, but with a cast around it. I watched with squinted eyes as the doctor peeled away the cast.It's been so itchy these past few days, uncomfortable, and I can't really count how many times I've attempted to get it off with a spoon or knife, but then someone catches me and warns me otherwise.So I could only settle for scratching the itch with Lily's pencil.The plaster was rough and so uncomfortable. It was undoing everything it was supposed to do.I winced as the saw buzzed close to my leg. The noise was loud, high-pitched, and I had to resist the urge to pull my leg away as it got closer.What if he missed?What if it accidentally slides to the wrong side? What if he cuts in too deep and breaks the bones my body just fixed. He's a professional unknown but they don't foresee mistakes? They're not seers or magicians, they're humans, and if you
EVAMarianne turned to us, taking a sip of her tea, her eyes cold and almost angry. "What? Can I not discipline my own son anymore?"Disc–what?What the fuck is he? Seven? You discipline a child! A child is what you discipline not a fucking adult. Discipline for what exactly?Not doing the dishes? Burning dinner? Or being rude because I know Dante, the only thing you can have a problem with is his disinterest in speaking.And I've seen the way he talks to her, dude. I stared at her. "This attempted murder, not discipline.” I muttered under my breath. Even if you want to discipline you don’t hold a weapon to their neck, it's a small scratch yes,but one wrong move and blood is gushing out. The skin there isn't as thick as we think, I hope she knows that.She'll kill the son she won't stop flaunting around in the name of discipline.“Mrs DeLuca, If you're mad at anyone, it should be me, not Dante."She scoffed and slammed her teacup down with more force than necessary, the ceramic cli
EVAIn a relationship? We are in a relationship?He hugged me tighter and kissed my neck. I don't know what was tingling and yet hurting, my ribs or my heart. “What were you thinking?” He asked so calmly I wondered if he was really calm or hurt.Dante isn't capable of hurting. He looks so strong and not once have I ever seen him show any other emotion besides anger, and disgust. He wore his heart on his sleeve but it was obvious he selects certain emotions to show.Either that or he does every one of these and I never really cared to check.“I'm sorry. I saw the pictures and I thought–” “How long did the doctor say it will take your wounds to heal?” He suddenly asked, sending me speechless for a couple seconds.I glanced at my leg and at him, sniffling. “A month, at least. I think.”He kissed my neck again and suddenly paused. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and stared at it. Messages were coming in like a stream of water but the phone seemed to be silenced.“Right. Your famil
EVAThe car finally pulled up to the estate after a long ride and Nico killed the engine. I sat there for a moment, staring at the front doors.I did decide I was going to ask him the next time I see him but what if he says it's true. We haven't really put a name on our relationship so what if I'm the only one overthinking all this, overthinking the relationship.I did say it was just a fling, one that lasted longer than it should and now I'm about to pay for it, delusions in return for abandonment.Nico climbed out and opened my door, and a maid appeared almost immediately, rushing to help me out of the car. I leaned on her, my leg dragging beside and my ribs screaming with every step that I took even with her help.I look and feel pathetic. Stupid, weak, vulnerable. It's a big surprise Jace or Blair or Elena hasn't killed me by now.The second we walked into the foyer, I saw Dante climbing down the stairs. He got to me and the maid and Nico went back outside to the car. I sigh. "Wh
I was seething. Hate and anger enveloped me, I felt my temperature rise.He got what he deserved. That reputation he's been trying so hard to manage, that reputation he was willing to sacrifice his daughter for, he deserved all of it going down the sewer."Eva! Eva, stop right now!"I kept walking,
A soft knock came at the door and a second later a nurse appeared with a tray of mashed potatoes, shredded chicken, and a cup of applesauce.“Figured you might be hungry,” she said, setting the tray on the bedside table. “Doctor Wright asked me to bring it over.”I didn't realize I was hungry until
Chloe appeared at my side before I could say another word to him, her hand finding my elbow with a grip that said she'd let me have my moment but now it was over."We've got a problem," she murmured close to my ear, her voice low enough that only I could hear. “Car won't start. Something with the b
“Suite 1204. He’s been there for an hour.”The text from the unknown number glowed on my screen. Below it was a grainy photo from a hotel lobby. Jace’s back, in his favorite suit with a blonde woman’s hand in his.I looked away from the picture and took a deep breath before dialing his number.He p







