Evelyn's POV As I stepped into my room, I couldn't shake off the turmoil that had been brewing inside me. The conversation with Dylan had left me feeling unsettled, but it was more than that. It was as if the floodgates of my memories had been opened, and the pain and fear of my past came rushing back.I felt like I was transported back to that fateful night in high school, the night that had changed my life forever. The memories I had tried so hard to bury deep within my heart came flooding back - the feeling of being overpowered, the pain, the fear, and the helplessness.Remembering the days that followed, the darkness that had consumed me, and the depression that had threatened to destroy me. I had thought I had long buried those memories, but now they seemed to be rising up like a specter, haunting me once again.I felt my breath catch in my throat as I tried to calm myself down. But it was no use. The memories kept flooding back, each one more vivid and painful than the last. I
Evelyn's POV I looked Seth straight in the eye, my voice firm and unyielding. "Seth, let's get one thing clear," I said, my words dripping with finality. "I've been with Dylan ever since you left Jupiter Pack with Veronica. We've been together, and I'm happy with him."Seth's face froze, his eyes wide with shock and disappointment. I could see the last glimmer of hope in his eyes extinguished, like a candle flame snuffed out by a cold breeze. He looked like he had been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him.For a moment, we just stood there, the only sound the distant hum of the city. Then, I spoke up, my voice softening slightly. "Seth, take care of yourself, okay?" I said, my words a gentle farewell.Seth nodded, his eyes still wide with shock, but he didn't say anything. I turned to leave, my heels clicking on the pavement as I walked away from the past and towards the future.A sudden loud crash echoed through the air, making me jump. A heavy object had fallen from th
Evelyn's POV I watched as Seth was loaded into the helicopter that Dylan had sent, feeling a mix of relief and concern. It was a good thing that Seth was getting the medical attention he needed, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to make things more complicated.As the helicopter took off, I followed in a separate vehicle, arriving at the central hospital just as Seth was being wheeled into the emergency room. I quickly completed the admission procedures, trying to stay focused despite the worry that was gnawing at me.As the medical staff began to attend to Seth, he looked up at me with a weak smile. "Evie," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.I felt a pang of guilt at the nickname, but I knew I had to be firm. "Seth, I appreciate what you did for me, but that doesn't change anything between us," I said, trying to keep my tone gentle but firm. "We're still strangers, nothing more."Seth's expression fell, but he nodded slightly, seeming to understand. I knew
Evelyn's POVI opened the safe, expecting to find important documents or information. But instead, I was surprised to find that it was almost empty, except for a single diary. I picked it up, feeling a sense of curiosity.As I flipped through the pages, I was shocked to discover that the first few entries were indeed written by me. I had no memory of writing them, but the handwriting was unmistakably mine.But as I continued to read, I noticed that the handwriting started to change. It was still similar to mine, but it was clear that someone else had written the entries. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized that the handwriting belonged to Veronica.The entries written by Veronica were filled with disgust and contempt towards Seth's scars. She wrote about how repulsed she was by his appearance, and how she couldn't believe she was stuck with him. The entries were also filled with complaints and curses about Seth, and it was clear that Veronica had a deep-seated hatred for me
Evelyn's POV I looked up at the person holding the glass of milk, and my eyes widened in surprise. It wasn't anyone, but Dr. Kelvin, my psychiatrist. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, knowing that I was safe and in good hands.Dr. Kelvin's expression was calm and concerned as he handed me the glass of milk. "Here, Evelyn, drink this. You've had a rough night."I took the glass from him, feeling a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Dr. Kelvin. I didn't mean to..." I looked around confused, still shocked.Dr. Kelvin smiled kindly. "You don't have to worry, Evelyn. You called me while you were having an episode in the car. You were quite distressed. I rushed over as soon as I could."I nodded, feeling a little fuzzy. I didn't remember calling him, but I must have done so in a state of panic.Dr. Kelvin's expression turned serious. "Evelyn, can you tell me about what's going on? What triggered this episode?"Dr. Kelvin's eyes gently landed on the book clutched in my hands, and he nodded
Evelyn's POV I dialed Veronica's number, my heart racing with anticipation. When she answered, I asked her to meet me at our secret base, a place that held a lot of memories for both of us."Will you be there?" I asked calmly. "Alright, I'll be there."Veronica agreed, and I could sense a hint of curiosity in her voice. It had been a long time since we'd last been to the secret base together.The secret base was a small villa that my parents had given me as a birthday gift when I was 15. I had transformed it into a secret hideout for myself and my friends, a place where we could escape the pressures of everyday life and just be ourselves.As I waited for Veronica to arrive, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. I was angry and hurt by Veronica's betrayal, but at the same time, I was curious to know why she had done what she did. And I was determined to get answers.As I stepped into the villa, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. It had been years since I'd last set foot in thi
Veronica's POV I ran frantically, my eyes scanning the floor for a safe place to hide. But there was none. The floor was teeming with poisonous snakes, their beady eyes fixed on me like predators sensing prey.I had never been so terrified in my life. I didn't know where to turn, where to hide. Every step I took seemed to lead me further into the heart of this snake-infested nightmare.And then I realized that all the doors in the villa were gone. Except for one. The monitoring room where I had just met Evelyn. It was as if she had deliberately trapped me in this villa, surrounded by these deadly snakes.I tried to make a run for the monitoring room, but it was too late. The snakes pounced on me, their movements swift and well-trained. I screamed and screamed, but my cries for help were drowned out by the sound of slithering snakes and my own terrified heartbeat.I sprinted towards the elevator, the snakes hot on my heels. I could feel their venomous fangs snapping mere inches from m
Seth's POVWhen Veronica messaged me, I stared at my phone, my eyes scanning the text message from Veronica. She was asking for my help, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. I had trusted Veronica, believed her when she told me that Evelyn had betrayed me, that she had slept with someone else. But now, Veronica was confessing to something that made my blood boil.She had forged Evelyn's diary, manipulated me into believing those lies. I felt a wave of disgust wash over me as I realized the extent of Veronica's betrayal. She had used me, played on my emotions, and destroyed my relationship with Evelyn.And for what? So she could get attention? So she could feel important? I couldn't fathom why Veronica would do something so cruel, especially to someone like Evelyn, who had always been there for her.My mind was reeling with anger and regret. How could I have been so blind? How could I have trusted Veronica so implicitly? I thought back to all the times Evelyn ha
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