Todos los capítulos de I was more than pretty: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

To understand the present… to understand the shadow curling quietly around Eve’s life, and Soren’s life, and his downfall in the previous life… one must first understand the Glover family. Soren had once told Eve just a very very small fragment of the family, at least, that was what he knew.But the Glover family was more than just an "ordinary" wealthy family. The name itself carried weight, a sharpness, a polished shine that blinded most people before they ever noticed the cracks beneath. And those cracks… they were wide. Deep. Dangerous.Because the truth was simple:The Glover family ruined lives, and they did it with elegance.Quietly. Strategically. Without ever lifting their voices or dirtying their hands. (As if that were the whole truth — it was far darker.)Maxwell Glover, his wife Lem, and their daughter Livia were the kind of family people praised on Sunday mornings and feared on Monday afternoons. Money created distance, but power created silence — and silence followed th

Three days had passed since Soren had called off the wedding with Livia Glover, and the ripple effects of that decision had begun to settle into the corners of both the Glover and Bellandi households.While one family seethed with frustration and confusion, the other struggled with emotions long buried under years of control, duty, and unspoken expectations.True to her word, Lem Glover had picked up the phone that morning and called Samantha Bellandi, her voice crisp and deliberate, betraying only the faintest hint of panic beneath the surface.“What in the world came over your son that day? We were humiliated that day!” Lem demanded, the words sharp yet measured. There was a tension that hung between them, an unspoken accusation wrapped in the pretense of polite conversation.Samantha, ever composed but feeling the pressure rise behind her calm veneer, took a steadying breath. She knew Lem was testing her, probing for weaknesses, for a sign that Soren’s actions could be reversed.“Pl

Meanwhile, while Soren was still facing the weight of his parents, Eve was lost in her own thoughts one quiet afternoon.She stood by the window of her room, fingers tracing the cool glass, eyes fixed on the sky above. Clouds drifted lazily across the horizon, pale and fragile, yet persistent. She let herself sink into the memory of everything that had brought her to this point—the battles, the pain, the moments of quiet triumph that no one else would ever see.Her mind wandered back to Serena, Julian, his father and more importantly, his mother. Mrs. Vale, the woman who had shaped her early years in the past with a cold hand. Every command, every insult, every manipulation had been a test of endurance. Eve had been forced to bend, to become a tool in someone else’s ambition, yet somewhere within that furnace of control, a spark of resilience had survived.She had been molded by cruelty, yes, but she had learned to move with purpose, to survive, to play the games set for her. The chai

 Indeed, gossip was the true powerhouse of an office. I could always rely on it to keep me both entertained and utterly mortified at the same time. Today, however, it seemed to have reached a fever pitch, one that could easily topple a whole office if unchecked. His woman? Me? The phrase alone made the whispers flutter like startled birds, and the moment I walked past my colleagues to the  the water cooler, it felt as if the entire office had been waiting for the best moment to explode. So here we go again. Get ready for another episode of Eve Vs her colleagues show! It just never gets old!The gossip boomed, louder than the printers, more persistent than the fluorescent lights buzzing above us, more invasive than the unsolicited opinions of the interns. It was relentless. Every glance that flicked toward me carried a small charge, and every muttered word seemed to hang in the air just long enough for me to catch it without wanting to.&l

The silence between Soren and his father had finally learned how to breathe. At least it isn't as intense as it was before.It lived in pauses now.In glances that lingered too long.In words that were chosen carefully—or not spoken at all.Days had passed since the confrontation, yet the air between them still felt bruised.Soren became more aware of it the moment he stepped into the open courtyard.His parents were already seated, cups of tea cooling in their hands, but nothing about the scene felt casual. His father’s gaze remained fixed ahead, not at the sky, not at the garden—just somewhere distant, as though thought itself had weight.Soren didn’t announce himself.He didn’t need to.His presence shifted the space immediately.But peace, Soren knew, was an illusion.He approached them slowly, hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers, his expression calm but guarded.