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 I walked out of the small villa, feeling emotionally drained and exhausted. The events of the past few days had taken a toll on me, and I just wanted to go home and collapse.I got into Dylan's car and drove back to my house in silence. I didn't have the energy to talk or think. I just wanted to sleep.As soon as I got home, I went straight to bed and slept for three days and three nights. I was in a deep, dark hole, and I didn't know how to climb out.But Dylan was there for me. He took leave from work and stayed home to take care of me. He brought me food and water, and sat with me in silence when I finally woke up.I was grateful for his presence, for his quiet strength and support. He didn't try to talk to me or fix everything. He just sat with me, and let me know that he was there for me.As I slowly came back to life, I realized that he had been given a rare gift. Dylan's love and support were a balm to my soul, and I knew that I would never let him go.As the days
Evelyn's POV.Dr. Kelvin's words struck a chord within me. He seemed to see the inner turmoil that I was struggling with, and his gentle reminder to cherish the people who love me only made me feel more torn.Every day, I found myself wrestling with the decision of whether to end things with Dylan. I knew that our relationship was unlikely to have a future, that a family like Dylan's would never accept someone like me. I was damaged goods, after all.As I stood there, I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me. I had always been so guarded, so careful about who I let into my inner world. The thought of opening up to someone, of sharing my deepest fears and insecurities, was terrifying.What if someone didn't understand me? What if they saw me as weak or fragile? I had always prided myself on my strength, on my ability to handle whatever life threw my way. The thought of showing vulnerability, of admitting that I wasn't okay, was daunting.But as I looked within myself, I saw a glimmer
Evelyn's POV I sat down on Dylan's lap, feeling his warmth and comfort. We leaned in, our lips meeting in a gentle kiss. The world around us melted away, and all that mattered was the two of us, lost in the moment.As we kissed, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I was on the verge of confessing my feelings to Dylan, of telling him everything that had been bottled up inside me.But just as I was about to speak, Dylan's phone rang, shrill and insistent. He pulled back, apologetic, and glanced at the screen. A woman's name was displayed, and Dylan's expression changed."I'm sorry, Evelyn," he said, his voice distracted. "I have to take this."He answered the phone, listening for a moment before responding. I watched, feeling a pang of unease, as he spoke to the woman on the other end of the line."I'm sorry, Evelyn," he said again, hanging up the phone. "I have to go. Something's come up in the Silver Universe Pack."I looked up at Dylan, curiosity getting the better of me. "Who was
Evelyn's POV I sat in the conference room, waiting for what felt like an eternity for Dylan's sister to arrive. Finally, the door swung open and a woman with an ethereal quality to her walked in. She was impossibly slender, with porcelain skin and delicate features. A brand-name bag dangled from her arm, and she smiled brightly as she greeted me."Evelyn, it's so lovely to meet you," she said, her voice like music. "I'm Lucy, Dylan's sister."As she spoke, I couldn't help but notice the subtle undertones of condescension in her voice. She was pretending to be friendly and interested, but beneath the surface, I sensed a patronizing attitude.Lucy's eyes flicked over me, taking in my appearance, and I could almost hear her thinking that I was somehow...beneath her. Her smile never wavered, but I sensed a subtle disdain emanating from her."It's lovely to meet you too, Lucy," I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. But inside, I was seething. Who did she think she was, looking down o
Evelyn's POV I watched from afar as he wore the necklace on her. For that reason, the relief I felt was short-lived. Now it felt like I was being suffocated and my heart beat erratically within my ribcage. I couldn't even breathe. It was as if the air had grown thick and heavy, weighing me down with its oppressive presence. And then, like a spark igniting a flame, Celine appeared, her eyes flashing with mischief as she approached Dylan and Kelly.She pushed Kelly aside, her hands grasping for Dylan's arm like a lifeline. The movement was sudden, jarring, and it seemed to reverberate through the entire room. The conversations around us faltered, dying away into an uncomfortable silence."What do you think you're doing?" Celine's voice was sharp. Her face contorting into a frown as she looked at Kelly as if she was about to jump on her with a slight move. "I'm the one who will be engaged to Dylan's family in the future," Celine declared, her voice ringing out across the room.Everythi
Evelyn's POV Celine's eyes slowly became teary and her lips started to quiver. "bitch!" She yelled, eyes directly at Kelly and then at me before she rushed out of the room with tears streaming down her face. I could tell by the look on her face that she was embarrassed and the tears were only because she didn't have her way around things."Did you see that? Did you see the way he defended her? Wow, so the Alpha king does have strong feelings for Kelly. That explains why he denied having a relationship with Evelyn.""I never thought the Alpha king would publicly deny his ties with Evelyn but it's clear now that their relationship was a sham, an act to shoo Celine away," their whispers grew with each second.My gaze landed on Kelly when she moved even closer to Dylan. His eyes were still locked on mine and there was no hint of emotion, exposing his thoughts. His face was stoic as he let Kelly gently caress his arm. "Did you really do that to push her away from you? But why do you use
Evelyn's pov I walked into the TV station, my assistant by my side, and was immediately greeted by the familiar sight of Lucy's smug face. I wasn't surprised to see her, given the events of the previous day. What did surprise me, however, was the hint of admiration that flickered in her eyes as she gazed at me."You're better than I expected," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "I must admit, I didn't think you'd be able to see through my little trap so easily."I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by myself. "And what makes you think I'm interested in playing games with you, Lucy?" I asked, my tone neutral.Lucy smiled, a cold, calculating glint in her eye. "Oh, I think you'll find that we have a mutual interest, Evelyn," she said. "You see, I'm willing to support you in becoming Dylan's wife... on one condition."I felt a surge of wariness, my instincts screaming at me to be cautious. "What condition?" I asked, my voice steady.Lucy's smile grew wider. "I want you to help m
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