LOGINShe chewed till all his flavour was gone. And even then, she chewed some more. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * When Lucas crane tricked and destroyed a naive Evelyn, he did it with a kiss and a signature. And after scattering her young, fragile heart, he all but disappeared. After the loss of everything she held dear, Evelyn was stripped of all innocence. And the Evelyn we knew died. Only to be reborn as the one and only Eve. And Eve was the most dangerous celebrity fixer money could ever buy. According to the tabloids, she was either your saving grace or your worst nightmare. So, when a not so mysterious playboy calls for the fixer's help, Eve couldn't help but answer. Vengeance was a bitch when it came in large chunks, and Eve made sure she enjoyed every single bite she munched. It was the worst time, to be on the wrong side, of Eve's apple. Copyright©2020 Jenival Enyia.
View More Lucas POVI sat at the back of my slick, black Lamborghini, patiently waiting for Damien to return. I was already sweating all over and it wasn't from lack of ventilation. To say I hated waiting was an understatement but when my only option was this or my untimely death, which was for real this time, my lack of patience had to be reviewed.It wasn't like being hunted didn't have its perks. I got to see the world in a different light, knowing every breath might be my last. But this wasn't how I envisioned spending the ending part of my days. I was supposed to come out winning, get married, start a family, have kids and grand-kids. Basically have a stable life. But it appeared my past sins wouldn't simply let me go. I was being punished for the decisions I had mad
Eve's POV"So Mrs Matthew, how will you feel if I told you that your husband was being blackmailed for something he didn't do?"She gave a pause, then a shrug."I'll ask what he was being blackmailed for." She replied, with a well-calculated tone to her words.I smiled in response.We were in my office and comfortably seated at the far corner of the room, where my fluffy red couch was placed. I only took guests who were on the wrong side of my temper or about to get dismantled there. I needed them comfortable, like a goat to slaughter.Picking up my pack of cigarette, I pull out a stick and place it between my lips."I just told you he didn't do it. Why ask what he was being blackmailed for? Except you know something I don
 Somewhere in the past.I left my purse on the wooden table when I heard the coffee owner call my name. My cup was ready, and I couldn't be more grateful. Because being sentenced, no subjected to that crappy table, while waiting for my own cup to be made was no joke, even though it was self-inflicted.I could have just stayed on the line, but I didn't. Why? Well, for one, I couldn't stand the length of the waiting line, and secondly, I just didn't have the strength to suffer. I wasn't weak or anything, just reluctant.No, pampered.Oh please, not that nagging voice in my head again.I dismissed the thought and stepped in front of the line, in an attempt to collect my drink from the pretty lady behi
 Somewhere in the past...The lighting in the hall was dim and beautiful.It had deep hues of blue, gold and red, and there wasn't a way in the world you wouldn't feel drugged by the intensity of the atmosphere. It was simply extraordinary. If this was my kind of scene, a relaxed me might have been somewhere in the middle of the gallery making conversation with the many beautiful ladies scattered around the foyer.But well, it wasn't.Truth was, I was practically invisible considering the angle at which I was lurking, and I didn't care. I haven't cared much for what people said about me in a long time, and I wasn't going to start caring now. Moreover, being in this scene at all was nothing but a benefit, or better put, a means to an end.I le