Something changed between them.Perhaps it was the declaration that Eve had made, or that pillow talk they'd had. It could also be their routine of her posing as his Muse while he tried to get what he was looking for.He still hadn't succeeded after the fourth day, but they had grown closer and learnt more things about each other than they both thought they would.For instance, Alessandro had let it slip that he had once tried out being a Dom between the sheets before with an ex, but it hadn't worked out so much.There hadn't been that trust between them.Well, damn her for picking up on that among several other things he had shared with her, but Eve was determined more than ever to try something new with him.Somehow, with each moment she got closer to him, she feared that their time together was running thin.It was obviously her paranoia, but she couldn't shake the thought out of her head.Which was exactly why Eve stood in front of the package she had ordered online, a mischievou

Eve stepped out of the same private jet which had months ago flew them from Paris after a sham of a honeymoon.But this time, she was smiling and glowing more than ever, with Alessandro by her side, his hand resting on her waist as though it had always belonged there.And she felt right with his touch, as comfortable as she did in her own skin. She leaned into him as their boxes were rolled behind them, her eyes glinting with so much happiness that it came as a shock when they were suddenly surrounded by reporters."Welcome from your vacation, what do you have to say about the multiple pictures of you in the streets of Paris?""You stayed off social media throughout your vacation, would you like to comment on that?""Is it true that you got married again..."Well, there went a bitter dose of reality. Microphones were pushed into their faces, camera lights attempting to blind them.Just when Eve thought she might collapse from all those lights, she was spun around, her face buried in

Eve prepared her mind for the questions, the rounds of interrogations that would follow.But her husband simply clicked on 'delete' and trashed the message, returning the phone to his pocket, his head reclined against the car seat.Now that was anticlimactic, or even worse, because now she was battling with various guesses of what could be going on in his mind.What was he thinking?Why wasn't he saying anything?Silence took the head table, the tension so thick she could reach out and slice it.When it got to a point where it threatened to choke her, Eve parted her lips and broke the silence."Alessandro, let's talk about the message you just received."Her heart was pounding so hard that she could hear it, and he turned to her, his expression unreadable in the semi-darkness."Why don't we wait till we get home?" Gosh, even his voice was impassive, betraying nothing of what he could actually be feeling.Eve fiddled with the material of her clothes and inhaled deeply, forcing a smile

Lies lies lies. Eve was determined not to fall bait to whatever her sister was planning, and pushed herself upwards to her feet, dragging her wet clothes with her and walking past her delusional twin. Ava was either cooking up something or just hallucinating, and Eve wasn't going to be her pawn. First she had accused Alessandro, and now Leonardo? She almost made it to the door when a voice halted her in her steps. 'I am sorry for sending those messages to the douchebag, but Eve wouldn't divorce him despite that I promised to help her! I only thought that he would be forced to leave her and show her his true colours if he found out the truth, that's the only reason I agreed to work with Bella.' It was clearly the voice of Leonardo, and Eve turned slowly, stunned to her bones. Ava was holding up her phone where those damning words were coming from. "Wh.. What?" Eve stuttered. Ava sucked in a deep breath and came close to her, taking her hands and leading her to the bed again.

One Month LaterWinter in the U.K. was one thing that Eve hadn't missed during her stay in America.It was extremely colder this year, and she had to stuff herself in large sweats and jeans, paired with scarves around her neck and head warmer.But the only advantage the clothes had was that Eve wasn't mistaken for Ava on the streets, which had been happening a lot these days.Apparently, she had underestimated how popular her twin's name and image had become when she was living as her.But now, as she walked the streets of London, she kept her head low, aware of Ava's image and ad videos on the billboards surrounding her.Some of them were of her twin with Alessandro, covering the pages of magazines and headlining events together.It hurt to say that they looked good together, as though there was no difference between them.Eve halted at a bus stop just in time for a bus to pull over, and she stepped into it, conscious of the curious eyes alternating between staring at her and looking