Evelyn's POVI watched his face morphed into surprise as his eyes searched mine for answers. “I have agreed to move into your villa, but you also have to meet your end of the bargain. With that said, I think you should give Jupiter Pack a fair chance,” I said, crossing my hands over my chest while he stood up slowly from the seat.His hand went into his pocket and he pulled out his phone. “Contact the Jupiter Pack for them to bring the relevant project materials for review immediately,” he said briefly before ending the call while I stared at him in silence and soon a smile crept its way to my lips.He put the phone back in his pocket before turning to look at me again. I managed to hide the smile as I reached for my bag on the couch before turning to leave. His voice came the moment I reached for the doorknob.“Don't forget to move tonight,” he demanded, but I rolled my eyes at him, fortunately he didn't see me as my back faced him. I opened the door without saying a word and walked
Evelyn's POVI could barely believe it. My eyes widened in utter surprise as I stared at the person who just entered the room. Was it a nightmare or a hallucination? She was actually here, dressed in professional attire. A plain knee-length pencil skirt that stopped below her knee and long sleeve blazer, paired with flat black shoes.Her dressing screamed professional, but I knew better than to believe it. Why was she here? When did she apply for the job?My head was filled with unanswered questions as I observed the smile on her face grew the moment she noticed me; I couldn't help but scoff.“It's nice to meet all of you. I didn't know I'd get this warm welcome,” she said, shaking the hands of my colleagues while having an innocent and warm smile on her face. She had on a warm, innocent and composed aura. She could fool anyone, but she couldn't fool me.“Oh please, we were thrilled to have you here. If there's anything at all that you've need, or perhaps having issues settling in, yo
Evelyn's POv"You can't threaten me with such baseless accusations. You claim you saw me but there's no proof to back that up," she said with her chin high but I could see it in her eyes that she was struggling to keep her composure. I knew just one more push and she might collapse to her knees, begging me to keep his wife from finding out.I gave her a toothy-smile that made her eyes dilate as she looked around wry. "I have his wife's number, perhaps you both can find evidence to support my claim but I doubt that she would care about proof," I said, tucking my hair behind my ear while giving her a bored look."I... I didn't mean it like that," she rushed out, looking around nervously."I think I understand what you mean," I drawled.Tension hung thick in the air and everyone stayed mute."This must all be a misunderstanding. I’m more than willing to let Evelyn have the prime-time anchor position." Veronica's voice broke the long silence as she stepped in.I pressed my lips into a thi
Seth's POVI stared at her in shock, unable to comprehend why she was suddenly asking about the Alpha King. Did Evelyn say something to her about it?"Why are you asking, my love?" I treaded carefully as I reached for her hand and placed a soft kiss on her palm, pulling her even closer. She was soft and delicate, too innocent for this world.I couldn't imagine a life without her. She was the reason I was ready to push through another limit, yet her question just now filled my thoughts, making it harder for me to see past the fear."Just answer the question, Seth," she demanded and I froze. The tone of her voice... It always sounded like that when she was displeased and now that she was pregnant, her mood was unpredictable.I kissed her forehead before clearing my throat. The corners of my lips raised as a smug look appeared on my face. My shoulders raised up as I nodded at her but her gaze remained fixed on me in anticipation."Darling, of course I know him. He was my professor and I
Evelyn's POV.My world tilted on its axis as Veronica's words sliced through the air. "You're the imposter," Veronica spat, her eyes blazing with malice. "I'm Seth's real wife."My jaw dropped, my mind reeling in stunned silence. The room seemed to spin around me."How dare you!" My voice trembled, outrage and shock wrestling for dominance. "I'm Seth's wife, not you!"Veronica's smirk twisted her face. "You're the one pretending," she sneered.My eyes flashed with anger. "Stop lying!" I demanded. "For once, tell the truth." She definitely overstepped this time and I knew she was going to act all hurt and claim to be the victim. She always had her way with people but this time, I refused to let her take the spot. I came here with a plan and I would accomplish no matter what happened.Veronica's expression didn't waver, fueling my indignation. She bit her lower lips trying to feign innocence. "You started again."I wanted to declare that I had proof but it quickly occured to me that we
Dylan's POV.I observed the scene unfold; my expression neutral. Internally, I seethed with anger. I had investigated Evelyn, uncovering the truth about Seth and Veronica's deception.My initial urge to intervene had been strong. I wanted to defend Evelyn, expose the truth. But I hesitated.I recalled my own painful past, and the fact that I'd have to admit it that she was Seth's wife. I knew the value of discretion.As I watched Evelyn handle the situation with poise, my admiration grew. She didn't need my help. My eyes narrowed, focusing on Seth's smug expression on the video call and my disgust deepened.How could Seth deceive Evelyn so callously? Veronica's manipulation was equally repulsive. My gaze returned to Evelyn, who remained calm. I decided to keep my distance, observing silently.My jaw clenched, my mind reeling. I had to admit it – Evelyn was Seth's wife. The thought infuriated me, but the black card changed everything. That card signified unimaginable wealth and influen
Evelyn's POV I stood poised, a radiant smile illuminating my face, as the aristocrats encircled me, their admiring gazes and enthusiastic voices weaving a flattering tapestry around me.“Extraordinary debut, Evelyn!” Lord Harrington exclaimed. “Your swing is smoother than most seasoned golfers!”Lady Victoria chimed in, “I've never seen anyone master the greens so effortlessly, especially on their first outing!”Sir Edward nodded in agreement. “You possess a natural talent, Evelyn. Your focus and technique are impressive.”The group echoed their praise, their words mingling with laughter and applause. My cheeks flushed with pleasure.“You really know how to play golf. Who taught you how to play it so well,” a man who had introduced himself as Kelvin said. I could barely see past the sea of bodies around me. The fascination on their faces as they continued rendering praises. This was not my first time playing golf. I practiced a lot when I was much younger and as the princess of Orio
Evelyn's POV “Wow, you know, I want to be like you. I'm thrilled that we have someone like you on our team,” the voices of my coworkers, mixing with the sound of the bustling street, gave me a headache.Was it the strained smile on their faces as they admired her, or the repeated comments that frustrated me? But the more they praised her on her success of securing a contract, the more I wished we'd be done with dinner soon. We were still in the restaurant and yet to order a meal. Everyone seemed more engrossed in praising her than they were in ordering food. And Veronica looked too excited to care. I scrolled my phone, searching for nothing in particular. I just wanted to pass time while they continued fanning over her. I felt a heated gaze and quickly turned to the source, only to find Veronica looking at me curiously.I gave her a bored expression, causing cheeks to turn red in frustration. “Thank you so much, but you all should order up. Order freely and don't worry because the
Evelyn's POV As I bid farewell to Francis, he turned to me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'll be texting you once you're back home, Evelyn. Don't forget to reply, I know you're very busy."I laughed, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. "Thanks for helping me out, Francis. I owe you one."
Stella's POV I stood on the stage, my eyes fixed on the host, my mind reeling with shock and denial. "What...what are you talking about?" I stuttered, my voice trembling with rage.The host's expression was somber, his voice firm. "Stella, I'm afraid it's true. Your design has been found to be plagiarized. It's identical to one created six years ago by the world-renowned jewelry designer, Missy
Dylan's POV I stood in front of the hospital room, a bag of food in my hand, and a pang of regret in my heart. I had missed the chance to say goodbye to Evelyn, leaving her side to grab a bite to eat. When I returned, I found that she had already left, but not without leaving behind a small token of our encounter.On the bedside table, a rabbit-shaped hairpin lay waiting for me. I picked it up,
Dylan's POV I sat in my dimly lit room, my eyes glued to the computer screen as I watched Evelyn's design competition unfold online. The model wearing her stunning necklace, "Time", strutted confidently down the catwalk, and I couldn't help but notice something peculiar. The model's eyes seemed strikingly similar to those of my nephew, Lucy's son. I leaned in closer, my brow furrowed in concentration, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I didn't have any concrete evidence to confirm my suspicion, but the resemblance was uncanny.
Evelyn's pov I stood backstage, my heart racing with anticipation as the co-host announced the final two contestants of the jewelry design competition: Stella and me, Evelyn. The crowd erupted into applause as we made our way to the stage, where our models were waiting to showcase our designs.The competition had been grueling, with 100 designers from all over the world vying for the top spot.
Evelyn's POV I smiled as I answered the phone, hearing Francis's voice on the other end. "Hey, Evelyn. Just wanted to check in and make sure you got back to your hotel safely last night.""I'm okay, thanks for asking," I replied. "I reached my hotel without any issues."There was a moment of silence, and I wondered if Francis was busy. "Hey, are you busy?" I asked.But Francis quickly replied, "No, I'm free. I only have a show tonight, so I've got the day off."I thought for a moment, and then asked, "Want to grab lunch?"Francis agreed, and I sent him the location of a nearby restaurant. I quickly changed my clothes and headed out to meet him.As I arrived at the restaurant, I saw Francis already waiting for me outside. I felt a twinge of apology for keeping him waiting. "Sorry to keep you waiting," I said, smiling.But Francis just smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I was already close by, and besides, I was only a minute early," he said.I laughed, feeling a sense of
Evelyn's POV They ran without looking back but I could still see in the darkness. A thug with yellow-dyed hair was with my purse. Another thug with dreadlocks was with the gun but I could tell that it wasn't a real gun, judging by how his hand trembled when pointed the gun at me. Without hesitation, I removed my high heels and began to chase after them. I swiftly kicked down the thug with yellow-dyed hair, my foot connecting with his stomach. He doubled over, gasping for breath.Next, I turned my attention to the dreadlocked thug, striking him with my shoe. He stumbled backward, momentarily stunned.Just as I was about to deliver another kick, a young man dressed in white lunged at the dreadlocked thug, pushing him down. I was caught off guard, and my kick went wide, causing me to twist my ankle. I winced in pain, momentarily off balance.The white-clad young man was no match for the thug, and he was quickly pinned down. But I wasn't about to let the thug get the upper hand. I quick
Evelyn's POV The door creaked open even though I tried my best to make it soundless as possible. As I stepped into the villa, the sense of familiarity came crashing down on me but I pushed back the feelings that brought a dull ache to my heart. steeling myself, I made my way upstairs and into my room. I turned on the light and the room came to life and I went to the closet. I slowly took off the clothes in it and put them into the luggages. Thankfully there weren't that many clothes in the closet so I was done within an hour."Where are you going?" The voice made me halt and the familiarity sent chills down my spine. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was behind me. What was he doing here and was he here all along?"I asked a question, Evelyn. Where are you going?" He asked again when he didn't get a response from me.Still acting ignorant, I continued throwing the clothes in my luggage until the last article of cloth and then I zipped the back, turning around to walk past
Evelyn's POV I fell into steps as she led me to a small but modest looking house. The outside had a plain colour to match that of the neighbours. The colour was meant to make the house blend although the structure of the house was like any normal buildings around the premises. "I'm sorry, If I had known that I'd be having visitors, I would have arranged the house to be more presentable. Or at least left the house in a more comfortable way," she joined trying to cut the tension in the air. I knew it was as awkward for her as it was for me. However, her plan worked and I couldn't help but chuckle, trying to look at the bright side of things even though we both knew the reason she hadn't been around.It was clearly because she was in prison for a crime she was wrongly accused of. Everything was self defence but she had been in prison for far too long just because Stella didn't want to help her. "Please, make yourself comfortable," her voice broke my reverie and I turned to look at her