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Vivian’s mind was racing. The words Eva had just spoken struck her like a slap in the face. Resist? Resist what? The realization hit her like a cold wave. The words echoed in her mind, and for a brief moment, Vivian was speechless. The idea that Eva could have bitten Adrian—resisting him, no less—was a new and perplexing layer of complexity. It made her uneasy in ways she didn’t want to confront.
“You… you’re saying you bit him because you were resisting?” Vivian’s voice came out in a shaky whisper, as though she needed to confirm it, as though hearing the words out loud would make it real.
Eva gave a calm nod, not the least bit affected by Vivian’s flustered response. “Yes, I was resisting. I have no intention of breaking our agreement, Vivian, but you have to understand that sometimes situations happen. And sometimes, the things we do aren’t always what we plan.”
Vivian stood there, her mouth slightly open, trying to process the situation. She had expected Eva to back down, to admit some wrongdoing, or at least show some form of weakness, but Eva stood firm, unwavering. There was a coolness about her that Vivian couldn’t quite comprehend.
“You—you can’t be serious,” Vivian muttered, more to herself than to Eva. Her face paled further, her thoughts swirling as she replayed the conversation in her mind. Eva’s resistance, the bite mark on Adrian’s arm, the strange tension between them—none of it made sense, and yet everything was pointing toward the fact that Eva wasn’t as submissive as she had hoped.
Eva’s gaze locked with hers, no hint of guilt or hesitation in her eyes. “I’m very serious. I’m not trying to break your agreement, Vivian, but I also won’t let you dictate how I manage my own life. And I’m not the one making things complicated between us—you’re the one who’s holding onto all these expectations.”
Vivian felt a sharp pang in her chest. She had always assumed that her sacrifices would guarantee her the upper hand, that Adrian would somehow be drawn back to her through sheer persistence and guilt. But Eva’s composure, her calm and measured responses, were throwing her off balance in a way she hadn’t anticipated.
The silence stretched between them as Vivian took in Eva’s words. She opened her mouth, but no words came out at first. Finally, she swallowed hard and managed to say, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Eva.”
Eva didn’t flinch. “And you’re trying to control something that you can’t. You saved Adrian’s life, and I won’t deny that, but that doesn’t mean you can command everything that happens next. You can’t force me out of this situation, Vivian. It’s not about who has power—it’s about what’s real.”
The words hit Vivian like a wave, but her pride wouldn’t let her back down. She clenched her fists at her sides, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “We’ll see about that,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of bitterness and determination. “We’ll see who has control in the end.”
As she turned to leave, Vivian’s mind was a storm of emotions. She couldn’t deny the growing unease in her stomach—Eva was not the same woman she had thought she could easily manipulate. She was playing a different game now, and Vivian was starting to realize that she might not be as in control as she had assumed. But she wasn’t going to back down. Not yet.
Eva watched her leave, her expression calm, but inwardly, she felt the weight of everything pressing on her shoulders. She had only one goal now: to keep her promises, protect her family, and manage the intricate web of relationships that were threatening to pull her apart. She didn’t have time for Vivian’s games, but she couldn’t afford to ignore them either.
As the door clicked shut behind Vivian, Eva exhaled slowly, trying to steady her nerves. She had made it clear where she stood. Now, it was time to wait and see how everything would unfold.
