I want to thank my readers for sticking with me this far. Weโve reached the end ofโjust kidding! Weโre not done yet. In fact, weโre just getting to the most exciting parts of the book. I know many of you are curious about a lot of things: Who is the true villain of this book? Who did Xander send to protect Eve? Why did Mr. Winters marry Nathanโs mother in the first place? What will happen to Eve and Xander? Will Theodore give up on Eve, or will another bad boy still be in love with her? All these questions will be answered soon. Thank you for reading!
Eve Pain. It was everywhere. I couldnโt even tell which part of my body hurt the most. Was it my arms, my legs, my ribs? I just knew everything screamed. But then, my head felt like it was about to split open, it was so intense I could barely think. A low groan escaped my lips as I forced my trembling hand to move, fingers brushing against my scalp. It was wet and sticky. Without even looking at it, I knew what it was. Blood. My eyes fluttered open as I stared at my surroundings. The car was upside down. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to piece together what had happened. Then it hit me. A car. A car had hit us. My baby! Panic surged through me as I moved one hand to my stomach, my breathing shallow. To my surprise, there was no wounds, or pain there. Relief flooded me, but it was brief. Because then I remembered Anthony. My gaze snapped toward the driverโs seat. "Anthony?" My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. He didnโt answer. His body was slumped forw
Eve I stared at the man in front of me, my entire body stiff with shock. Axel. I remembered him, that night when Daisy took me to the club, I met him. He had tried to force me to drink something he ordered. I refused, and he didn't like that. I remembered people calling him a gang leader then. I was so relieved when that man stepped in and helped me. But now, he was here. And from the way he was staring at me, I knew I was screwed. "Oh my God, boss, they survived the crash." The voice snapped me back to the present. I turned my head slightly, taking in the group surrounding us. They had tattoos, and smirks that sent warning bells ringing in my head. They all looked like they belonged in a gang. "That was surprising," another man sneered. "I thought sheโd die. Or maybe she should have, because with what weโre about to do to herโฆ" His eyes raked over me, slow and filled with something sickening. "Sheโs gonna wish she was dead." Their laughter was cruel and twisted and I fel
Third person pov For a long time, she had been planning her revenge. She once had everythingโa rich and loving family, a home filled with warmth, a life without worries. But the only thing that truly mattered to her was her parents. They were her world. And then, in a single night, her world was destroyed. She was forced to watch as they were taken from her. Not by accident, not by chance, but because someone wanted to see how much pain a loving person could endure before breaking. Because someone was curious about how far a soul could fall when stripped of everything. That was what happened to her. She lost everything. Her parents. Her home. Herself. And after that night, she was thrown into an orphanage like discarded trash. But even as a child, she made a vow. By any means necessary, she would have her revenge. Even when she met someone that helped her, even when she became a famous person. She couldn't let it go. She wanted that person to go through the same pain she had go
Third person pov Eve knelt beside Anthony's lifeless body, her hands trembling as she pressed them against his unmoving chest. Why? Why were all the good people taken away? Why was the world so cruel? Tears streamed down her face as she clenched her jaw, her body shaking with grief. Daisy crouched beside her. There was no time. She didn't know who was behind this attack, but she knew it wasn't over. That person was coming for Eve. With Xander unconscious, they had only one place left to goโฆ..Theodore. She had to protect Eve. Not just for Xander. But because Eve was her friend. Daisy grabbed Eveโs hand, trying to pull her up. "Come on, Eve. We have to go." Eve shook her head violently. "Wait, Daisy," she choked out. "I can still do something, I can still bring him back!" Daisy froze. "What?" she whispered. Bring a dead person back? She turned to Eve, really looking at her. Her torn clothes, her disheveled hair, the empty look in her eyes. She was falling apart. Daisy swallowe
Third person pov Ginna turned to her son, her face pale with shock. โWhat did you do?โ Nathan shrugged, completely unfazed. โWhat does it look like? He was talking too much. I had to make him sleep.โ She rushed to Mr. Wintersโ side, crouching down and pressing two fingers to his nose. When she felt him breathe, she sighed in relief. โHeโs still breathing,โ she muttered, standing up and spinning toward her son. โAre you crazy? What are we going to do now? If he wakes up? Our lives will be ruined! He would have destroyed us and that man will never help us!โ Nathan only smirked. โThen we help ourselves.โ Ginna let out a frustrated scream. โHow?!โ Instead of answering, Nathan turned to the door. โCome in.โ The maid from the other night hesitantly stepped inside, her hands trembling at her sides. Her gaze darted from Nathan to the unconscious man on the floor. Nathan reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. โDonโt be scared,โ he murmured. โWhat did I tell you?
Xander A month ago I was dreaming. The smell of something delicious filled the air. I heard the gentle clatter of plates and the sound of children laughing. "Stop playing around and come eat," a womanโs voice called out. The children giggled but obediently ran toward the table. I turned toward the kitchen. A woman stood there, her back to me as she stirred something in a pot. She turned slightly, and though her face was blurry, I could see her smile. It wasโฆ.beautiful, peaceful and warm. "Come, dear," she said, turning to me fully. "Dinner is ready. Aren't you going to join us?" I froze at her words. Dear? Dinner? What the hell was happening? I glanced around. The house was unfamiliar, yet something about it feltโฆ right and safe. Like I belonged here. I turned back to the woman, wanting to see her face clearly, to understand who she was. But the moment I took a step toward her, everything shifted. The warmth vanished. Suddenly, I was on a bridge. The air was col
Xander "The memory loss you're experiencing is likely due to hypoxia," the doctor explained, flipping through the chart. "During your surgery, Succinylcholine was administered by mistake. And your body didnโt metabolize it as quickly as expected, which caused a prolonged reaction. This led to respiratory distress, and for a short period, your brain wasnโt getting enough oxygen." โWhen the brain is deprived of oxygen, even briefly, it can affect cognitive function, especially memory, thatโs likely why you're struggling to recall certain things. For some patients, these effects are temporary, and memory gradually returns. But in other cases, the damage can be more long-term.โ "In your case,โ the doctor added, โit seems the hypoxia affected the part of your brain responsible for storing recent memories. Your long-term memory is intact, but your brain couldnโt properly consolidate events from the past two years. This is why you can remember everything before that period but nothing af
Xander I opened my eyes. Everything was a blur, and the world spun around me. My body felt like dead weight against the mattress, refusing to respond. My face was damp with sweat. This was the aftereffect of the drug. The only sleeping drug that could actually knock me out, but the price was paralysis. A few seconds where I was nothing more than a prisoner in my own body. I let my gaze drift to the window. It was bright outside. I stared at the ceiling. How exhausting. After a moment, I flexed my fingers, feeling the stiffness in my joints fade. With effort, I pushed myself up. Normally, I shouldnโt be able to stand for an hour, but my body had already adapted to the drug. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, sliding my feet into the slippers. My shirt clung to my skin, damp with sweat. Annoyed, I tugged it off and tossed it onto the bed before heading to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, brushed my teeth, and stepped into the shower. Running a hand through
RosaI stared at the photographs on the table, my expression indifferent. My legs were crossed, one foot bouncing lazily as I skimmed through them. Levi stopped in front of me, shifting slightly, his face tinged red. โDr. Rosa, I brought your favourite mint ice cream on my way here.โI glanced up at the big cup in his hands. My eyes flickered to the side, catching Elijah nudging Asher with a knowing grin. โSheโs becoming more popular every day,โ Elijah muttered under his breath. โYou should improve on your moves.โAsher ignored him, as if he were spouting nonsense.Levi hesitated when I didn't say anything. โIโm sorry for getting it without your permission. I didnโt knoโโI smiled, taking the ice cream from him. โThank you, Levi. I was craving some.โHe sighed in relief. I peeled off the lid and scooped a bite with the tiny plastic spoon, letting out a small moan at the taste.โOh, howโs your older brother?โ I asked, eyes still on the photographs. โHeโs still going for his checkups,
Rosa โHahahaha!โ I laughed, my stomach aching from the effort. I clutched my wine glass tightly, trying to keep it from spilling all over my black hoodie and sweatpants. But the more I looked at the three boys in front of me, the harder it was to stop. "How long are you going to laugh for?" Asher asked. I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, barely catching my breath. "Hah, until Iโm satisfied." He scoffed, clearly not amused, which only made it worse. I took a deep breath, shaking my head as I tried to regain composure. "Okay, let me get this straight," I said, holding up a hand. "Elijah and Roman decided to play thief and steal Mia's purse. But then, just like a badly written action movie, our hero, Asher, swooped in and stopped it?" โYes. How many times am I going to repeat myself?โ "Haha. Men," I sighed between giggles. "Sometimes, I seriously wonder what goes on in their heads." Elijah huffed. "It was a perfectly good plan, you know." I arched my brow, smirking. "L
Mia I stared at the man in front of me. He was too attractive. So much so that my brain struggled to function properly. Xander and this man were both devastatingly good-looking, but in completely different ways. Xanderโs beauty was something rare. He looked dignified, refined, almost otherworldly. He looked like he belonged in a painting, a masterpiece that captured everyone's attention. He didnโt need to do anything to make women fall for him, his mere existence was enough. But this man was the kind of beautiful that made you sin. His presence alone was sinful. He was temptation wrapped in leather and tattoos. Everything about him screamed dangerous. "Who the fuck are you?!" The leader of the robbers spun around, aiming his gun at the man. But before he could do anything, his companion froze, his eyes widening in sheer terror. โT-That manโฆ heโs Asher.โ The leader stiffened, his face losing all color. "Oh my god," the second man whispered. "What are we going to do?" So, his n
Mia โYouโre so beautiful in person, Mia,โ she said warmly.I smiled politely, glancing up from my plate as Mrs. Smith beamed at me.โOh, thank you, Mrs. Smith.โ I returned the smile. โYouโre too kind. Youโre even more beautiful than I am.โThe middle-aged woman laughed, touching her face lightly. โWell, we old folks canโt lose to you young ones.โBeside me, my mother chimed in with her usual charm. โOh, what are you saying, old folks? Youโre very young and beautiful, Mrs. Smith. Sometimes, I have to put in extra effort when dressing up because I donโt want you to outshine me.โMrs. Smith waved her off playfully. โOh, really? Well, Iโve been using this new cream lately.โMy motherโs eyes lit up. โReally? What kind of cream?โMrs. Smith leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret. โDonโt tell anyone, okay? The cream isnโt widely available yet, so all the rich ladies are scrambling to get their hands on it.โMy mother eagerly nodded. โOf course, I wonโt tell.โMrs. Smith smiled. โItโs ca
RosaThe maintenance worker leaned down, extending his hand. โDr. Rosa, can you raise your hand higher so I can pull you up?โI stretched my arm as high as I could, but my fingers barely brushed his. Damn it. I bent my knees slightly, ready to jump and try again when a strong arm wrapped around my waist.I paused at the sudden touch. Before I could react, Xander lifted me effortlessly, one hand securely gripping my waist, the other... resting firmly on my ass.โ....โDonโt look at him, Rosa. Donโt you dare.I clenched my jaw, focusing on the open hatch above. But my body betrayed me. Curiosity won, and I glanced down.Xander met my gaze, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. He raised an eyebrow. โAre you not going to raise your hands?โI smiled playfully. โMr. Xander, it's not that I'm complaining, but are you perhaps using this opportunity toโโ I felt his fingers press ever so slightly โKeep talking like that, and I might reconsider my help, Dr. Rosa.โI chuckled and
Rosa Twelve years ago They say when youโre about to die, different emotions surface. Some people regret their life choices. Others think about how unfair it all is. Some donโt even understand whatโs happening. But I felt nothing. I should have cried. I should have been angry at how unfair this was. It was just tomorrow, and everything would have been over. I would have been free. I could have lived however I wanted. Just one more day. But the world doesnโt give you tomorrows. It only takes and takes until thereโs nothing left. The cold water surrounded me, pulling me under. I couldnโt move, and my consciousness was fading. I tried to look for Daisy, but the darkness swallowed everything. She could have fallen anywhere. And from what I saw, I doubted she survived, the car had hit her hard. Ahโฆ so this was how I was going to die. Drowning alone, with no one by my side. I didnโt pity myself. But I pitied the ones who actually cared about me. Theodore, his familyโฆ.. Xander. Would
Xander I looked at the woman in front of me, her hand resting on the wall beside me. I turned my head to the other side, but before I could step away, she lifted her other hand, blocking my path. The elevator doors shut behind her, leaving me with no way out until we reached my floor. I exhaled sharply, finally lifting my gaze to her. She was smiling mischievously, her face close but not too close, it was just enough to be annoying. โWhat are you doing, Dr. Rosa?โ I asked, my voice flat. Her smile widened. "I think I should be asking you that, Mr. Xander, because I definitely saw you trying to close the elevator the moment you saw me." I arched a brow, unimpressed. โAnd?โ โAnd, it looks like the person you were running away from was me. Normally, people donโt run away from me,โ she mused, as if genuinely puzzled. โLike you might have noticed, Iโm way too pretty for people to do that. So, Mr. Xander,โ she grinned, โIโm a little confused. Why are you running away from me?โ
RosaI stared at the CT scan displayed on the computer screen, my fingers lightly tapping against the desk. The results were almost identical to the previous ones, there were no significant improvement. His case was complicated.I glanced toward the see-through observation window. Inside the CT room, Mr. Winters was laying still, the machine scanning his unresponsive body. Beside me, the young doctor shifted nervously. โAs we can see from the results, the trauma to his skull caused a severe hemorrhage, leading to the formation of multiple blood clots. The pressure on his brainstem is significant, which likely contributed to his coma.โ He adjusted his glasses. โGiven his age and the extent of the damage, his chances of regaining consciousness naturally are extremely low. The human brain is unpredictable, and coma recovery is rarely something we can force. It depends entirely on the patientโs response.โI continued analyzing the results. Blood clots. That was the key. Removing them cou