Eva's Confession.
Damian rushed into the house, his strides long and purposeful, his chest rising and falling as if every second mattered. Earlier on his way home, he had reviewed the surveillance footage of his house, and the truth struck like a blade. Eva was indeed the one who had stolen from him. The camera caught her standing at his door, trembling, tears sliding down her cheeks. She hadn't wanted to do it; that much was clear. Then came the part where she slipped out of the room, clutching her hand, blood staining her skin.
The memory rushed back, her broken voice that night, crying, begging Damien to let her go. And the next morning, she had complained about a wounded hand.
Piece by piece, everything was falling into place. At last, he understood what had really happened
But as he headed to his bedroom a dreadful thought haunted him, that Eva might vanish before he reached the bedroom. But when he pushed open the door, there she was, curled on the bed, fast asleep just as Gina had said. His heart shook violently. Of all the blows he had received today, not finding her here would have been the greatest.
She'sstill here. We can handle the rest.
He exhaled deeply, stepping closer until he stood at the foot of the bed, staring at her peaceful form. There was something about seeing her like this, unguarded, vulnerable, that tugged mercilessly at his heart. Unable to resist, he sat beside her and pulled her into his arms, hugging her so tightly it was almost suffocating.
Eva stirred, her breath catching as the crushing pressure pulled her awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and pain shot through her chest. Still groggy, she was about to protest when she realized who it was, Damian, still in his office suit, holding on to her as if his life depended on it. He had come earlier than expected. Confusion swept over her.
"Damian... are you okay?" she asked cautiously. But he only tightened his embrace, silent, his breath ragged.
"Did something happen?" she tried again, wincing at the deathly grip. It wasn't a hug anymore; it was almost desperate restraint.
Damian said nothing. For long minutes, he held her as though letting go would shatter him completely. Finally, he released her, though his eyes never left her face. The intensity of his gaze made Eva shrink back, unable to withstand it. She turned away, desperate to avoid those piercing eyes.
He shut his eyes briefly, battling to contain his emotions. When he opened them, his voice was quiet, almost fragile.
"Eva... can we talk?"
She timidly nodded.
His stare lingered on her for what felt like forever before he finally spoke.
"What's between you and Victor Lawson?" His tone was calm, but his eyes were sharp, terrifyingly so.
"N-nothing..." Eva stammered, her gaze fixed on the sheets.
Damian paused.
"I'll ask again." His voice didn't rise, but the weight in it pressed down on her chest. "What's between you and Victor Lawson?"
Eva flinched, trembling as she shook her head frantically. "Nothing," she whispered, barely audible.
Damian's jaw tightened. He inhaled sharply, then rose abruptly, striding to the drawer. When he returned, a syringe in one hand and a blister pack of pills in the other, Eva's blood ran cold.
Her breath hitched. "No..."
She tried to scramble away, panic surging, but he caught her with terrifying ease. He popped a pill from the pack, gripping her chin, and forced it toward her mouth.
"What's between you and that imbecile?" he shouted, fury breaking through his calm façade.
Eva struggled, tears streaking her face. "Nothing! I swear it_ nothing!" she cried, voice breaking, desperation dripping from every word.
"Nothing? Do I look stupid to you?!" Damien's voice thundered, his eyes blazing. "Tell me the damn truth, Eva Myles!"
"I swear it, I'm telling the truth_" Eva broke into sobs, her voice cracking. Damien's grip loosened slightly, but the fury in his expression remained palpable, burning holes through her.
"Nothing, huh? Then tell me, Eva_ why did you give him my work? Why did you steal from me? Why, Eva?!" His jaw tightened, his voice a dangerous growl.
Eva. "..."
"Now you suddenly can't talk? F#cking talk to me, Eva!"
"I... it_ it wasn't me!" she blurted out without thinking in panic, her trembling body trying to pull away. But Damien's iron-clad hands locked her in place, unyielding.
"Oh, it wasn't you? Then who was it? Gina?" His voice dripped venom as he leaned closer. "Eva, I'll ask you one more time_ did you love him? Did I steal you from your precious sweetheart?!" His teeth were clenched, his fury barely contained.
"No! I promise, I'm not lying!" she sobbed desperately.
"You're not lying? Really?" He reached for a small vial and a syringe, his expression deadly calm, and Eva's heart lurched in terror. She hated those pills_ hated even the thought of that stuff inside her. The mere sight of the needle made her panic.
"I don't love him!" she cried out, words tumbling fast, raw, and desperate. "I swear with everything I hold dear, Damien, I don't love him! I have never loved him. There's nothing between us! He's been forcing himself on me_ forcing me to date him, to marry him! I never wanted any of it, I swear it's the truth! Believe me_ I swear on my mother's life!"
Damien froze, his fury wavering. Deep down, he knew she wasn't lying. He felt it in his gut, in his soul. She never jokes with her mother, he knows that much. But that only raised another question_ the question clawing at his mind.
"You don't love him... yet you still gave him my work?" His voice was lower now, but sharp, cutting. "Why did you do it then, Eva? Why the hell would you betray me like that?"
"I... I..." Her lips trembled, but no words came.
"What, cat's got your tongue now?" His glare hardened. "Answer me, Eva Myles. Why the hell did you give my work to him?!"
But Eva only shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, lips pressed shut as if the truth itself was poison.
Damien's patience shattered. He grabbed the syringe again, and her blood ran cold.
"He threatened me!" she burst out, her voice high-pitched and frantic.
Damien froze mid-motion, his brows furrowing. He let out a harsh, bitter laugh. "He threatened you? Of course he did." Typical bastard! But his mind was racing. Threatened her with what? What does he have on her that weighs this much?
"He threatened you? With what?" Damien's voice was sharp, cutting into her like a blade. "Huh? What exactly are you hiding, Eva Myles?"
"I'm... not... hiding anything..." she whispered through broken sobs.
"Not hiding anything? Yet he threatened you?" His voice cracked like a whip. "Are you fucking playing with me right now? Tell me the truth, Eva! The damn truth!"
When he lifted the syringe again, Eva finally broke.
Her lips parted, trembling, as the words spilled out in desperation.
"He said he was going to kill you. He almost did... with that elevator stunt. I almost didn't want to believe him back then, but turns out he wasn't joking. He said he changed his mind because I was there... I didn't want him to kill you..." her voice cracked as sobs tore through her, fragile and raw.
Damien's jaw slackened. That was it? That was the reason?
"Why?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, as if afraid of the answer.
Her lips trembled. "Because... b-because..."
"Because what?!!" He yelled angrily
"Because I love you!" Eva blurted out at once, her voice broken into sobs as she cried nervously.
"I love you Damien, I... I love you!"
The words fell like lightning, sharp and undeniable. Her face, wet with tears, was a canvas of pure, desperate love. Every drop sliding down her cheeks spoke louder than her voice ever could.
"Its the truth Damien. I love you so much_ so much I could die!" she cried, her chest heaving with the weight of truth.
Damien's hands slipped to his sides. His heart stuttered. Eva... loves me? The thought tangled inside him, refusing to settle. He thought he had forced her into his world, cornered her into something she didn't want, hiding behind the money he lent her for her mother's surgery. And now, here she was, confessing this kinda deep love? And now, here she was, confessing this kind of deep love?
Her confession so serious, like a person whose soul had been stripped bare, trembling between fear and longing. It wasn't just words_ no, it felt like the echo of wounds, the ache of years spent hiding a heart that never stopped beating for him. Her voice wavered, yet every syllable carried the weight of truth, a truth that felt both like a surrender and a plea.
"What did you say?" His voice shook, bewildered, like a man asking a mirage if it were real. His chest rose and fell unevenly, his eyes wide, searching her face for a hint of jest, a trick, anything but the raw truth that had just spilled from her lips. It was as if the ground beneath him had shifted, as if the world he thought he knew was suddenly unfamiliar.
Her words was a storm of devotion. "It's the truth. My body, my soul, my heart, they've been waiting only for you. I want only you, Damien. Only you. Just you."
She sobbed as she pressed herself into him, arms tightening around his waist, as if she wants to infuse him into herself. Damien just stared, breath stolen, because the kinda love pouring from her didn't sound like something born yesterday. It carried depth, history, roots he couldn't quite place.
"I'm sorry, Damien. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me," she whispered into his chest, voice muffled by tears.
"I didn't want Victor to kill you... If you die... Hubby I don't want to live either" she said as she sob
Damien shut his eyes tight. God, he loved this woman. He didn't know how it all started, when, or why, but the truth was undeniable. He was hopelessly in love with Eva Myles. And staring into her tear-streaked eyes, he discovered a new weakness he hadn't been prepared for.
Eva Myles.
She has become his weakness.
His mind replayed her words. She loves me. Eva loves me. He'd always felt it in the way she melted into his touch, especially when he makes love to her, the way her body clung to his as though letting go meant death. That was why he just never gets to stop whenever he touches her, because she oozed a strange kinda feeling, she radiated something deeper than passion, she radiated love. and it confuses him. Something so... Raw. Fierce. Terrifying. And now, hearing it spoken, he was left even more confused.
When had it started? When had she begun to fall for him? And why did it feel like a missing piece of his life was still hiding in the shadows?
But then her tiny frame wriggled in his arms, her sobs shaking against him, and Damien felt utterly helpless. He crushed her closer, enveloping her as though he could absorb her pain. She snuggled in deeper, burying her face against his chest.
And then, God help him, she wiped her snort on his expensive suit jacket.
Damien blinked, stunned. Any other time, anyone else, and he would've erupted in fury. He was a notorious neat-freak, intolerant of the slightest stain. But now? Watching her cough, sob, smear tears and mess all over him, he didn't feel a flicker of irritation. Instead, he only felt weaker, softer, more lost in her than ever.
So he held her tighter. He let her be messy. He let her cry. And he indulged her every second of it.