All Chapters of Hired As His Eyes Bound As His Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Evelyn pov I woke up that morning expecting nothing unusual. The same ceiling, the same quiet room, the same routine waiting for me. For a brief moment, I lay still, staring upward, letting the calm fool me into thinking my life was still in place, then I pushed the covers aside and got up. Everything felt ordinary. I showered, dressed up and stood in front of the mirror longer than I should have. I adjusted my blouse, smoothed my hair, and studied my face like I was trying to convince myself I was ready for something bigger. Today mattered cause it was my first day going out to look for a job cause I needed it. Not just for money, but for independence and control over a life that never truly felt like mine. I picked up my bag and stepped out, locking the door behind me. The morning air was cool, brushing gently against my skin as I told myself to stay focused while maintaining one step at a time. My phone rang before I even reached the end of the street. I glanced at th

Evelyn povI felt sick to my stomach watching them like that. The way they touched each other like nothing else mattered, like I did not exist in that house anymore. It was suffocating, standing there and realizing I had been completely replaced without warning. My chest tightened, but I refused to let them see me crumble. Without saying a word, I turned away and walked upstairs, each step heavy, controlled, and deliberate like I was holding myself together with the last thread of dignity I had left.I refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. Even though it felt like my heart was being ripped apart slowly, painfully, piece by piece. By the time I got into my room, I slammed the door hard behind me, the sound echoing through the silence like a small act of rebellion. I slid down against the door until I hit the floor, and that was when everything I had been holding back came crashing down. The tears came without permission, unstoppable, raw, and humiliating.I cried li

Evelyn’s POV It was already time, and I didn’t waste another second thinking. I called Amara immediately, my voice steadier than I felt, telling her I was ready. Within minutes, they pulled up in front of the house, and I stepped in without looking back. I didn’t want to give that place, or the memories inside it, another chance to weaken me. Tonight was different. Tonight, I was leaving everything behind, even if it was just for a few hours. The drive to the event felt longer than it should have, my mind drifting between anger and something dangerously close to excitement. When we finally arrived, I froze for a second, taking it all in. The venue was nothing like anything I had ever seen before. Everything screamed wealth, power, and a kind of luxury that didn’t even try to hide itself. It was glamorous, polished, almost unreal, and for a moment, I wondered if I even belonged there. After the security check, we stepped onto the red carpet, and the atmosphere shifted immediately.

Evelyn pov The kiss lingered far longer than I had planned. I drew it out greedily, pressing deeper into the firm warmth of his lips, savoring the way they moved against mine with controlled hunger. His hands steadied me at the waist, strong fingers splaying possessively over the curve of my hips, anchoring me as heat pooled low in my belly. The clean, masculine scent of him, dark wood, crisp citrus, and something undeniably primal, wrapped around me like smoke, making my knees tremble and my thighs press instinctively together. Every brush of his tongue sent sparks racing down my spine, igniting a slow, throbbing ache between my legs that made me softly moan into his mouth. God, he tasted like sin and danger wrapped in expensive temptation. When I finally forced myself to pull back, my lips were swollen and tingling, still craving more. I took one last, lingering look at him, this handsome stranger whose sharp jawline and stormy presence made my pulse thunder. Even with those

Evelyn POVI woke up with my head heavy as fuck, I literally couldn't process anything at all, I tried to open my eyes but it felt difficult.I forcefully yanked my one eye open, then the other. The ceiling above me wasn’t mine. It was too high and too white, I blinked hard, trying to force the room into focus, but the pounding in my skull just laughed at me. I must have crawled into the wrong bed last night, that had to be it. I was still drunk enough that my own apartment looked like a palace. Happens to everyone, right?I groaned and rolled over, the sheets sliding against my skin like silk, real silk. Not the cheap cotton I owned. My stomach flipped,I pressed my palm to my forehead, willing the spinning to stop, then swung my legs off the bed. The floor was cold marble under my bare feet, cold and expensive. My toes curled against it as I walked on it.“Toilet,” I muttered. “Just find the damn toilet.”I shuffled forward, one hand out like a blind person, the other clutching my