Battling Inner Demon

I'm on my way home now, riding a taxi. I'm lost in thought, gazing outside, unable to shake off what I did to Marcus last night. Did I really do that to him? It seems... it seems so impossible. I don't know about such things, and I wouldn't do that—yet I did!

I pulled my hair in embarrassment for myself. Oh My God, Evelyn Grace Wilson! You don't even have a boyfriend, and you're already doing that to a guy you don't even know?! Argh! I hate you, Evelyn Grace! It's infuriating, embarrassing!

"Ma'am? Are you okay back there? Would you like me to take you to the hospital?" the taxi driver, sensing my distress, interrupted.

I paused in my actions upon hearing the taxi driver's voice. I composed myself and smiled at the driver. He might think I've gone crazy since I was crying earlier, then suddenly laughing at my foolishness, then crying again, and staring blankly. I can't blame him if he thinks I'm losing it.

"Hehe. No, I’m fine. I'm probably just tired, that's why I'm like this right now. Please ignore me here at the back and just focus on driving because my other personalities are having a little argument," I told the taxi driver except for the last part that I only mumbled to myself, throwing a peace sign at him. I saw him wince and choose not to respond.

I leaned back on my seat, waiting to reach home. After a few minutes, I arrived home and quickly entered my room. I rushed in my walk, not wanting my family to see me with a messed-up face. They would surely wonder what happened to me.

As I entered our house, I stopped in my tracks when I saw Eleanor in the living room. As soon as she noticed me, she quickly stood up and approached.

"Evie!"

When she came closer, her forehead wrinkled in a puzzled expression, probably questioning my appearance. I know I look like a mess now, and my hair is a disaster. Eleanor guided me to the living room and made me sit on the couch. We were now facing each other.

"What happened?" she asked, concern evident in her eyes.

I couldn't help but feel guilty as I looked at her. I didn't know what to do or how to begin explaining to her what happened and how my flawed plan turned out. I promised my sister that I would help her, and she trusted me. I saw the joy in her face because I didn't abandon her.

I ran my hand through my hair and lowered my head. I can't hide this anymore; I need to tell Eleanor the truth. I don't want to lie to her because I know it would only hurt her more, and she would be relying on something that doesn't exist. I looked up at my sister, unable to hold back my tears.

"I'm sorry, Eleanor. I ruined everything," I said softly, tears streaming down my face.

Her forehead creased as if trying to make sense of what I said. "What do you mean you ruined everything?" she asked.

I took a deep breath, restraining myself from crying even more as I talked to Eleanor. I felt ashamed of the mess I've made. I told her before that I would help prevent her marriage to Julian Dante Moore, but I only made things worse. Damn. There's really no plan that I don't mess up.

"My original plan was to seduce Julian Dante Moore, but I failed. I slept with another guy, and Dad found out, and now he wants me to marry that man, Elie. Because of what I did Dad is rushing your marriage to Julian." I said softly, tears welling up again due to the pain I'm feeling.

Eleanor just stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, seemingly unable to believe what I just revealed.

I took another deep breath and continued speaking. "I'm sorry, Eleanor. I know I promised to help you stop the marriage with Julian, but I've only worsened the situation, doubling our problems," I said, choking back tears, lowering my head in intense shame.

Eleanor approached me, hugging me, and I quickly embraced her back, crying even more.

"We can get through this, Evie," my sister said tenderly, comforting me as she stroked my back.

I nodded and hugged her even tighter. Eleanor and I hugged for a long time, both of us not saying a word.

We just felt each other, and my burden lightened as I held my sister. After we let go, I told her what I did last night, but skipped mentioning Marcus' name to Eleanor. I was sure she would keep asking me about it, and I didn't want her to know about Marcus and me.

Eleanor guided me to my room and brought me food since I didn't feel like going out.

I am truly grateful for my little sister because she took care of me. She also brought me medicine for my headache. After eating, I quickly fell asleep due to the exhaustion of my body and my emotions.

I didn't realize that I had such a good sleep until I woke up, and it was already morning. I hurriedly got out of bed and went to the shower room to take a bath and fix myself since I've been hungry since earlier. After showering and getting ready, I went out of my room and walked downstairs to the dining area to eat.

As I descended the staircase, I came to a halt in my steps upon seeing who entered our house. I involuntarily swallowed hard, unable to suppress my nervousness. He was now wearing a business suit, his hair neatly styled, and I couldn't help but feel apprehensive due to his intimidating aura. What is he doing here in our house?

"W-What are you doing here?" I stuttered, trying to sound composed.

He gave me a cold look, and for a moment, I thought he would ignore me, but he still answered my question. "Your dad wants to talk to me, so I'm here," he replied, brushing past me and starting to walk towards Dad's office.

I couldn't help but wonder because it seemed like Marcus was under Dad's control. Based on what my secretary told me, Marcus was very selective about his meetings, and he was always the one in charge. It became a bit of a hobby for me to explore various personalities in the business world since I managed our company, and I wanted to know the backgrounds of the people involved. One of the reasons why I had known him before this shit had happened.

I just sighed and resumed walking towards the dining area. I hope their discussion is about canceling the wedding between Marcus and me. I know Marcus doesn't want to marry me; he's a powerful person, and Dad is easily swayed by money. I'm confident that Marcus can find a way to prevent our marriage. I hope... I hope.

I know Marcus can handle this.

For now, I'll trust Marcus because we both want the same thing—our wedding not to happen.