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Drawing the face in her thoughts

Eve's POV "Madam, another package came in today," Nuren informed me. I sat at the dining table, picking at the fruit salad she had made. "A package?" "Yes," She replied, walking towards me with a small brown box. "It's from the master," With a sigh, I watched her drop the box on the dining table, rocking her feet excitedly. She must be excited to know what was in the box. It had been a week after meeting with Adam. Tom had come home in a good mood a week after I had met with Adam and that reassured me that Adam definitely met with him. Ever since that day he had sent surprise packages home. Aware of Nuren's excited gaze, I reached for the package with a sigh, knowing what was in there couldn't be more than a necklace. Probably something expensive that was studded with diamonds or

Meeting the bane of his nightmare

Adam's POV "Tell me you've managed to get it done," I told Sally as I walked out of yet another impromptu meeting with an investor. Madeline's scandal had caused me a headache. A huge headache, the size of Everest. I always knew she was crazy, I just never thought I'd bear the brunt of her insanity- again. "We're working on it-" Sally said and I resisted the urge to yell. I was sure she was trying. I just didn't like that it took too fucking long! "It's been a week, Sally. A whole fucking week!" I growl, my feet hitting the ground rapidly as I march to my office. I had tons of files to read through. I had a presentation meeting in Greece the next day. I had so many things on my plate, I didn't need this hassle.

Revelation

Adam's POV "Thank you very much Mr Adam. It was nice having this interview with you." The reporter before me grinned, rising to his feet. He waved a recorder in the air. "I'll ensure that the world gets to hear what really happened." "Thank you," I nodded briskly and watched him leave. Lillian poked her head through the door a few minutes later and I arched a brow tiredly. "Is that the last of them?" "Yeah," She replied, walking into the office. "And there's good news." "I could use a lot of good news right now," I muttered to myself. I was tired. I had never been so drained in my entire fucking life. The past five days have been hell. A lot of hell. I had hopped from one interview to another trying to fix the mess Madeline had made. It had been hard convincing the reporters that I was not engaged to her whil

Breaking down real bad

Eve's POV When I heard Adam's voice on the other end of the phone, I almost passed out in joy. I didn't think I would hear from him ever again. Especially after the whole meeting with Tom had happened. I tried not to think about him. Keyword: Tried. Suffice to say, I failed miserably. He was all I could think about when I was alone. I could still remember my drawing of him I had made days ago. The sheet lay under the mattress I sat on. I couldn't risk Tom discovering it and so I had chosen the safest option I could think of. And then I had spent the days that followed, trying to resist the urge to draw him again or look at the picture I had drawn of him. I could still remember his hand around my arm when I had tried to leave his office that day. His strong fingers wrapped around my arm gently, sending ripples of pleasure all o

Shocking discovery

Eve's POV Tom cocked his head to the side, looking down at me as if I was some lost little lamb and shrugged. He shrugged! As if my questions didn't matter to him. Or as if he had something to hide. He was being indifferent. If he hadn't known about my father's death, he would have been shocked to hear it from me. He should be surprised, but instead, he shrugged. Fury. I felt it pulse through my veins as I lifted myself out of the corner and lunged for him, grabbing his shirt, slamming my fist on his shoulder repeatedly. "You knew! You knew my father died! How could you keep it from me? How could you make me miss his funeral, you cruel wicked man?! How could you do this to me?!" "Let go of my shirt!" He snapped, glaring down at me.

Stunning defiance

Eve's POV "Come out!" Tom's voice echoed through the empty basement. A beam of light poured into the dark place. I glanced up from my crouched position, staring up at the opened door. It was morning. I had stayed in the basement overnight and sadly, I wasn't dead. My hopes of a quick and easy death were dashed to pieces. I would pick death to this madness anytime. This wasn't living. I didn't think it was. "I said come out!" Tom hissed, peering through the door at me. "Do you intend to stay there all day?" I made no move to stand up and simply just stared at him. How could I have been so foolish to trust him? What had fooled me? His eyes? His looks? His art of cajoling? I had trusted Tom through it all. Even when he seemed shady, when my family rejected him, when he was a nobody. I had trusted him.. But now? I was done. I didn't want t

Sending her packing

Eve's POV "You are going nowhere!" He looked mad. His blue checkered shirt bunched around his shoulders as he folded his arms. His eyes glared at me, threatening to turn me into ice. If this were a normal household, if this was any bit like the home I had grown up in, I would ask him how his day was and what he had done for the day. I would ask if work went well. I would ask if he missed me. But this was no happy home. I was delusional to think that if I remained meek and calm, I could make him a better person. I was delusional to think I would not lose myself in the process. Because I did. I lost myself. And then I lost everything else that was precious to me. My family. My life. Everything. Visiting my mother was the first step I was taking to make things right.&nb

Defiant Eve

Tom's POV Work had been hectic as hell. After rounding up a couple of meetings and ensuring we were on track for a project, I was ready to go home. I had been quite busy as hell. I wanted nothing more than to go home. I strode out of the house into my car. The ride home was quite short. I hummed as I drove through the gates of the house. Swerving the vehicle into the garage, I walked into the building, tired as hell and ready to get ready for the night when my eyes fell on Eve in the living room. My heart nearly stopped. She sat on the sofa, dressed in a loose gown. But that wasn't what startled the crap out of me. It was the bag beside her. It wasn't a handbag, or a flimsy purse. It was a traveling bag. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" I snarled, narrowing my eyes into slits. What on earth was going on?

Her saviour

Eve's POV I picked up my bags, all four of them: the three that Tom had thrown out and the one I had packed for myself and walked out through the gates. I could feel the heavy gaze of the security guard on my face as he opened the gates and let me through. Embarrassment burned on my face, making me feel every inch like a miserable person. And wasn't I really? I had just gotten thrown out of the house by my husband who did not care about me or about anyone except himself. A man I had trusted for ten years, who still hid my father's death from me and went to extreme lengths to make sure I could never see my mother. I had been foolish. Tears rolled down my eyes as I walked down the estate. Why had I waited for him to arrive? I could have just left anyways, I could have just gone to see mom and he would

Protecting his woman

Adam's POV "Will you be needing anything else sir?" I glanced up from the document I had been going through on my laptop at the door. My maid, Paula, stood there, peering into my study. It was late. I had arrived from the office about three hours ago, and the time on the clock was a few minutes past eight. My eyes drifted to a small coffee table where Paula had dropped my dinner on an hour ago. I hadn't touched it. Hell, I had forgotten all about food until she showed up. "Nothing else, Paula. Thanks," I told her and turned my attention back to the document. It was an ad plan the marketing team had put together. I had to make whatever corrections I could and quickly. The ads had to be ready in a month. And yet, I had been unable to focus. Ever since the day before, I found myself staring at documents blankly, while my mind was fixed on something else entir

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