Eva stood frozen at her spot for a long while, pondering what was happening around her. What troubled her most was the fact that Genova was somehow surrounded by many question marks. The girl had managed to draw trouble to herself twice in a span of two days. The first time was her narrow escape from the clutch of a mysterious raging dragon that probably would have roasted her alive had it not been for her timely intervention. Eva had been trying to get information on the creature. She had been trying hard to uncover why it was in her territories using her connection but had yet to be successful. The only person who could have given her answers was Jack because he had lived longer than most supernatural beings -but the man was unreachable. Nobody could initiate a mind link with him unless he wanted them to. Eva wondered why her niece had done nothing but attract trouble since her arrival. Barely a day had passed since the previous incident, and she managed to land herself in ano
Eva searched through her contact lists for Mary’s number and was about to press the call button when a familiar figure suddenly materialized in front of her. The phone fell from her hand as a loud gasp escaped her throat. Before her was Monica’s battered silhouette lying slumped on the rough ground. Her once neat and wrinkle-free cream-colored dress was soaked in blood with ugly gashes all over her once smooth olive skin. “Monica.” Eva rushed toward the wounded lady and squatted next to her. Even though their previous argument left a bad taste in her heart, she couldn't just stand by and watch the same female who had helped her a great deal suffer like this without doing something to help her. “What happened to you, Monica? How the hell did you get hurt this badly?” “Miss Eva. I am s-sorry for speaking t-the I d-did e-earlier—” “Stop talking and tell me how I should help you.” Eva barked in worry. She wiped the blood from the latter’s mouth with her sleeve with a deep frown etc
[Other than bringing you together, every one of my following plans was futile]Monica paused before picking up again, [You were innocent in all of this, Miss Eva. It is unfortunate that you had to be entangled in a conspiracy you are clueless about. Seeing how unrestrained he was with you that day, I felt somewhat sorry for you. Your cries of agony made my selfish heart bleed with guilt for the first time] Eva felt more nonplused than before. She couldn't make sense of Monica’s words because she had a different version of her first time with her deceased mate. To her, it was a night filled with the utmost pleasure and delight—one she will never forget. She recalled struggling at first due to how barbaric Damon looked, yet she was glad he didn’t give in to her request. Hence, Monica’s words contradict everything she thought she knew. As though reading her inner monologue, Monica continued—[I know what you think you experienced but that is far from the truth, Miss Eva. Your first t
Eva leaned her back on the car behind with arms folded across her chest while staring blankly at the motionless body on the floor. Her mind kept replaying Monica’s words before life eventually left the evildoer. [You might think the worse of me for everything I have done. But tell me, Miss Eva, would you have been able to live a happy life without the one you love? Would you have been able to move on with the fact that he was within your reach yet miles apart? On several occasions, I tried connecting with him… but guess what, he didn’t know who I was. He didn’t remember me or the life we once had. Tell me, Miss Eva, how come life was so lenient toward everyone else except me?]Eva propped herself up and began to pace in small circles. She had lost track of how much time had passed while she stood there staring at the woman she once regarded as her family. Monica’s corps deteriorated the instant she drew her last breath. Anyone who saw her now would never come to the idea that it wa
Gen, we are going to be late. There’s hardly time enough to have breakfast; what’s keeping you in your room?” Eva called out from where she sat at the dining table after glancing at her watch. “Coming…” Genova took one last glance at herself in the mirror, picked up her bag and hurried out of her room. “Shit, I am really going to be late,” she muttered as she sprang through the flight of stairs to reach the living room before taking a sharp turn to the dining area. “Thanks for your patience, aunt. I honestly lost track of time – my bad.” Genova muttered apologetically. “Well, we aren’t exactly behind schedule just yet. There’s still a chance we will make it in time if we leave now—” Eva broke off when she lifted her head from her tablet to look at the young lady before her. “Is there something special happening at your school today?” She was forced to ask because this was the first time her niece had cleaned up so nicely. Of course, Genova always had a good sense of fashion, but
Geneva yawned and stretched her limbs after having a tedious morning. She had done nothing but go from one lesson to the other and thankfully, she could finally get a breather. It was midday; time to get something in her empty and growling stomach. “I am going to beat up whoever made this strenuous timetable—four freaking hours of cracking out brains without a hiatus. My butt feels numb from all those hours of being stuck to my seat,” Ashly’s angry voice rumbled as soon as the teacher packed up his things and left the classroom. Genova chuckled. Ashly was the girl she had bumped into on her first day while making her escape from the villainess-turned-bestie. Unlike Jasmine, Ashly was talkative and the tallest in her small group of friends. She was like a supermodel with a size (8) body, more than 177cm height, long legs, shoulder-length black compact hair, Marble Gray eyes, C-cup implanted boobs and an unbelievably tiny waist. In other words, the girl got a banging body that makes m
Lunch was done and the girls were ready to proceed with the rest of the day. “I will be skipping my last class for today as I have got too much on my plate.” Irene suddenly announced. Genova was surprised. "I thought you would accompany me to the hotel and help me prepare for the interview. I mean… that was the initial plan, right?” “Yes! It was until I received a message earlier to begin an early shift,” Irene responded curtly. "I am sorry, Gen, but you will have to make it there on your own. Almost every taxi around knows the location. The Fortier Hotel—” “No need! I will bring her,” Ashly cut in sharply. "It is what I should do, after all, I had recommended her this job. And I am not about to leave her right when she’s in desperate need of someone’s guidance.” “Okay.” Irene sighed with relief, intentionally ignoring the malice lacing Ashly’s words. "When do you have to be there for the interview again?” “3:30 pm,” Genova answered. "All right, I will be there to assist you.
~The time was finally 3: 00 pm~ “All set?” Ashley asked as she moved to stand beside Genova’s desk. “Yeah, just a minute; I need to put these away then we are good to go,” Genova replied while shutting down the PC on her desk and placing the rest of her stuff inside her bag. She brushed strands of hair behind her ear and blew a deep breath. "Done, we can leave now.” Ashly stared at her face for a moment and then nodded. She could tell the poor girl was a nervous wreck about her interview. It was nothing unexpected, especially when her interviewer would be one of the most reputable companies globally. They walked silently toward the School’s main exit where Ashly’s train of bodyguards was stationed. Genova always wondered why a young female such as Ashly would need this many bodyguards. What harm could they be protecting her from? A bulky guy looking like one of those bodybuilders in fitness centers stepped forward the instant Ashly’s figure appeared from behind the large black