บททั้งหมดของ After His Eyes Opened: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

“Wha–” Her jaw dropped and she glanced around, “Atlas! Look at what she’s doing!” I rolled my eyes and strolled till I was standing in the stadium. The guests erupted into whispers and murmurs while camera flashes broke through the tension. “Could the rumors be true?” One of the guests said eyes widened. “Wait. Are you trying to say that the silver designer is a simple housewife?” “Why not?” I spat, turning to face everyone. “Why? Why is it that whenever a woman decides to sacrifice something to please her family or support them, you her box into that sacrifice? You expect her to continue sacrificing, it unpaid labor, and then, there’s interest too because we pay with our self-respect.” I tightened my fists at my sides, feeling someone’s eyes on me. It was him, who else? “A woman decides to embrace her family, you call her a housewife and brand it as her duty,” Years of humiliation and servitude flashed before my eyes as they locked on Atlas’ “But, whe

My chest burned and my fists tightened, fingers digging into my skin. I was dying. Once again, I was dying. Once again, I was about to lose everything at the hands of the same man I had always fought for. Was this what unrequited love felt like? To give and give until there was nothing left but one's life and even that was useless? The dagger Atlas Volkan lodged in my chest deepened and my body sank deeper. I shut my eyes, accepting my fate. This was it. I failed. I lost everything and now— I heard it before I saw it. A splash, strong arms wrapping around me, air filling my lungs as I gasped. “You? How dare you?!” As my vision focused, I realized the voice was yelling at the person who saved me. Their grip on me tightened. “I knew you were heartless, Volkan. But this? You are crossing your limit.” “Don’t you dare try to teach me how to treat my wife? Get away from her!” I glanced up, watching as Atlas approached with an icy glare, the man holding me didn’t

Damien wasn't lying when he said Delane was a grand celebration for the wealthiest of the wealthiest. It felt like stepping into a different world, after being cooked up in the four walls of the Volkan mansion. Several guests murmured as I walked by, soft music played in the background, and the clicking of glasses made my grip on Damien tighten. How turned and we locked eyes before he mouthed. "You're okay," He said, "Focus on me. Eyes on me." I nodded as he led me to the center of the ball, and murmurs picked up again. "Isn't that Julia Volkan? The silver designer? She's Atlaa Volkan's wife! Why is she dancing with Damien Vale?" "Oh, you don't know?" Another whispered. "She announced her engagement to his despite being married!" Damien's grip on me tightened and his jaw clenched. He tried to turn but I stopped him. I shook my head and he offered a soft smile. My heart fluttered. He noticed everything. Damien felt like a foreign dish I had never tasted, something o

"I don't think this is a good idea, Julia," Damien said as he pulled up in front of a grand warehouse. It was off-site and surrounded by bushes. I internally shivered at the thought of being lost here, but there was no other choice. Atlas ruined Damien's business because of me and if I could fix that, why not? "We could have come tomorrow, It's late." I shrugged and exited the car. "Don't tell me you're scared of the dark," I joked, walking toward the warehouse. "Besides, we don't have time to waste. You said it yourself. We have two weeks. If I can see the previous projects and get the design details, I can create the prototype in a few days and full production can start." I turned to him, raising an eyebrow when I realized his eyes were lost on me. "Earth to Damien. What is wrong with you?" He broke into a soft smile. "You are so special." He admitted and my heart skipped a beat. "So, so, magnificent and confident, and Julia..." He closed the distance betw

Two weeks later. “I take back everything I said before, you are a genius,” Damien murmured against my ear as I stood in front of the press, poised and confident. True to my word, we were able to complete the euphoria project in a week, finalize the designs, convince the board, and make the collection live. A smile graced my lips as I recalled how I had jumped around in Damien’s apartment when I realized how many sales we made in a week. The moment led to a hug neither of us expected, that said, something was happening between us. Damien was everything I never had. Someone loyal, sweet, kind, and just, perfect. Yet… somehow, he didn’t feel right for me. Which was stupid, because, the one who was supposed to be right was… He was going to be engaged to someone else in two days. My heart clenched at the thought. “Silver designer! The euphoria was a success and Clava has kicked off, how do you feel about this?” “Being one of the top designers in the country, how do