Noticing Blake's evident fury, Jackie trembled, her voice quivering as she spoke. Despite her efforts, she found herself unable to refrain from commenting about Eva."Blake, how dare you speak to me in such a manner? That woman is nothing but trouble. She played with fire, and now she's getting burned. I can't believe you're defending her!" "Blake, your tone is unacceptable. That woman is deceitful and manipulative. She pulled dirty tricks on us, even going so far as to steal our project. My response was merely sending a lawyer's letter. Count yourself lucky I didn't involve the police!"Blake's expression hardened as he spoke, his voice carrying a stern edge. "I made it clear that I would handle this matter. No one has the right to meddle in my affairs."Jackie's carefully crafted smile faltered under the heat of his glare. A wave of fear washed over her, momentarily silencing the venomous retort that had been on the tip of her tongue. But beneath the surface, a steely resolve har
"Marian!" Jackie hissed, her voice laced with a barely controlled fury. The shock of betrayal battled with a surge of anger, leaving her speechless for a moment.A wave of crushing disappointment washed over Blake. His eyes, once filled with affection for his sister, now held a chilling emptiness. "Marian," he breathed, his voice laced with a barely contained fury."Marian, this is…unbelievable. Selling those documents to DIY Group? Look, I understand frustration about the frozen cards, but this? We always took care of you. You had everything you needed." His voice, laced with disappointment, trailed off.Marian bristled under the heat of Blake's glare. In a defiant gesture, she crossed her arms, a flicker of anger momentarily overriding her fear."I've already worn all that jewelry before. "Look, I needed the money, okay? And those files were just lying around, practically begging to be used! It's not like they were some top-secret documents, even Eva could go in there and clean
"Xian Senna was behind this!" Axel exclaimed.Eva's brow furrowed at the mention of Xian's name. It wasn't a surprised. After all, she'd won his beloved car in a recent competition knowing his competitive streak, she wouldn't put revenge past him.Even as Xian enacted his revenge, an unexpected calm settled over her. Fear was nowhere to be found. "Eva" Axel inquired with a glint in his eyes. "Do you want me to hire someone to counter the online attacks?" Maybe we need some damage control online" Axel suggested."Let me deck that dude, Ev!" Owen's jaw clenched and a dangerous glint entered his eyes. He muttered through gritted teeth. Eva shook her head, a playful glint in her eyes."Revenge isn't my style" Eva smirked."No need to worry, Eva reassured them a resolute glint in her eyes. "I won't stoop to his level but Xian will learn from his actions."Eva plotted her revenge in the gleaming sheen of the freshly painted Bugatti Veyron. The once familiar car was now a shocking shade of
A tense silence hung in the air as Blake met Eva's gaze. A ghost of a smile played on his lips, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He extended his hand, the unspoken words "I wish us a pleasant cooperation" hanging between them. Eva's expression remained a mask, her emotions carefully guarded. Slowly, deliberately, she turned to Irish, offering a firm handshake and a genuine smile. "Wish us a successful collaboration, wouldn't you agree?"Irish's smile faltered slightly as she grasped Eva's hand. A ripple of disquietude seemed to emanate from Blake, a subtle shift in the atmosphere that sent a prickle of unease down Irish's spine. She offered a polite, "Absolutely, a successful collaboration is what we all aim for."With a furrowed brow, he retreated into his thoughts. The weight of the issue pressed down on him, leaving him paralyzed by indecision. He yearned for a simple solution, a way to navigate this crisis without further complications.Eva signed the contract, b
After leaving my husband, who did not love me, I restored my status as an heir to a super-rich family. With newfound clarity and determination, I reclaimed my birthright and embraced the responsibility that came with it. No longer bound by the constraints of a loveless marriage, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment, guided by the unwavering support of my family. As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity.In the hushed quietude of the night, Eva Torres paced the plush carpet, the air thick with a nervous energy that prickled her skin. Her reflection in the gilded mirror showed a stark contrast – the woman she knew, clad in sensible cotton pajamas, battled with the image she sought to portray. Tonight, silk whispered against her skin, a luxurious departure from the usual comfort. The delicate fabric clung to her curves in
"Tally? Why are you here?"Eva glanced at the wedding picture on her nightstand, a sliver of unease pricking her like a rogue thorn. Though the picture captured a day brimming with joy and promises, a shadow seemed to have fallen across it, a shadow cast by a woman named Tally Hartwood. Eva and Tally had never met, not in person. Yet, Tally's presence had seeped into Eva's marriage like a silent, insidious fog. It was a presence whispered in hushed tones by relatives, a ghost in knowing smiles from old friends, a name that hung heavy in the air whenever conversation dipped towards Blake's past.The ambiance of the house bore witness to Tally's pervasive presence, her essence seeping into every corner and crevice. From the meticulously arranged décor to the subtle nuances in conversation, the Torres household served as a constant reminder of Tally's esteemed status as Blake's preferred partner. Each member of the family, with a knowing glance or a passing remark, reinforced Eva's secon
Eva met Tally's gaze, the smug glint in those eyes igniting a spark of fury within her. The carefully constructed dam of composure she'd built over weeks crumbled in an instant, and a wave of anger, hot and unexpected, surged through her, threatening to boil over."Eva, said for the last time, Blake, it's not about the money. You know I'd give you anything."Eva countered, her voice barely above a whisper. "You see everything through the lens of money. How do you not understand that it's never your money I want?"Eva's gaze drifted to the flickering fireplace, a silent refuge from the storm brewing within her. "It's the lack of effort, Blake. The way you come home late, barely acknowledging me.Silence descended again, heavier this time. Blake opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, as if searching for the right words. Eva didn't get any response from Blake, she leaved the room.Blake watched her leave, pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyebrows."What is wrong with
The carefully constructed facade of civility shattered in a sudden burst of aggression as Tally lunged, seizing Eva's arm and forcefully pulling her towards the staircase. The unexpected attack caught Eva completely off guard, leaving her stumbling and breathless as Tally's surprisingly strong grip rendered her initial struggles futile.Eva's attempts to break free, but failed, leaving her helpless in the face of the unexpected attack."Blake! Help! Eva is trying to kill me!"With reckless abandon, Tally hurled herself down the stairs, dragging Eva along in a tumultuous descent. Despite Eva's frantic efforts to disentangle herself, Tally's relentless grasp kept her firmly tethered, their bodies tumbling uncontrollably, each step adding to the chaos of their descent.Bang!Eva's journey took a harrowing turn as she stumbled and tumbled down multiple flights of stairs, each impact against the unforgiving steps reverberating through her body. With each descent, her body absorbed the forc