Reborn in Pain and Fury

Eva’s POV “Make the waist tighter.” Melinda Whitpress orders, flicking her pink manicured fingers around my body frame.The designer's eyes widened, her pupils dilating with fear on my behalf. If she makes the waist any tighter, it's likely I gasp to death within seconds.I don't react though. I'm used to Melinda's overbearing attitude and getting her way. After all, I escaped from the womb of a woman like her.“I don't think that is necessary.” Kathryn, the designer, says, coming to my rescue.Melinda tuts. “Nonsense. A Whitpress bride has to show all her curves.”Kathryn doesn't have to say a word. I know exactly what is running through her mind. It's the same running through mine. I don't have any curves to show, thanks to the rigorous diet Melinda put me on a few days after the engagement.“But,” Kathryn says.Melinda raises a finger, her perfect face crumpled into cracks. She isn't used to being interrupted. “Is she complaining?” She turns to me. “Do you think I'm being ridiculo

Eva's POV “What is it?” I glare at her, yelling in her annoyance.She steps back in shock, noticeably unsettled. I've never glared at her before much more yell.“Mum says we are running late.”“For?”She gives me a weird look that clearly says she wonders if I'm going crazy. “The dinner with the Whitpress. You got engaged to him last night, remember?”I sit up in shock realizing I didn't go back to the night I found my fiance cheating on me with my twin sister but rather to a year before.“Eva,” Mum shouts, barging into my room.I narrow my eyes at her appearance. Mum has an habit of dressing as if royalty will pay her an unannounced visit but her dress at the moment is over the top.If my memory serves me right, I remember we both didn't sleep the night Tony proposed, staring at the engagement ring in delight.“You aren't dressed yet?” She scowls, her eyes flicking around to see the dress I've not yet picked.“I will be out soon.” I sigh, sliding out of bed. Too bad I can't cancel

Eva's POV My throat suddenly goes dry. “Uhn? No.” I swallow. “What do you think you are doing?” Troy thunders as he walks toward us. The two of us turn to him. Evan sighs but he doesn't cower. He gives Troy a resigned look instead but I catch his subtle glance behind Troy. He is afraid of Melinda. “What does it look like we are doing?” I roll my eyes in annoyance and sigh, replying Troy though he has his heated gaze on Evan. Troy goes still, staring at me in shock for seconds. He exhales and moves closer. “You shouldn't be talking with him, darling. He will only exploit your naivety.” Just like he did. It only takes one to know another. “You don't know that.” I deny that just to rattle him. He chuckles, the amusement in his eyes clearly mocking me. “You make me want to protect you everytime with how sweet and naive you are, Eva.” Of course. I fight not to roll my eyes. It's not love as he wants me to believe. I can see through his bullshit. He is only interested in the chall