Rebirth: Love me Again-Chapter 312: A Desperate Obsession

[EVE]

"What other reason could there be?" she pressed, crossing her arms. "You just met him today. There's no reason to be this hesitant unless you want him for yourself."

I exhaled, rubbing my temples as I forced myself to stay calm. "What I'm saying is that I barely know Dean, and it would be rude to suddenly shove him into a blind date with you, don't you think? I just met the guy."

"But how would he agree if he hasn't even seen me yet?" Haley argued. "Of course, he'd say no if he didn't know what he was missing."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "That's not the point—"

"How about this?" Helen interrupted, stepping between us with a practiced, diplomatic smile. "Eve, why don't you take Haley with you tomorrow and introduce her to Dean? Just a small introduction. Nothing forced."

I frowned. "Tomorrow is a big day for the studio. We have too many problems to deal with. I don't have time to play matchmaker right now."

Helen's smile didn't falter, but there was something in her eyes—something sharp. "It's just a simple introduction, dear. Surely you can spare a few minutes."

I clenched my jaw.

They weren't asking me.

They were expecting me to comply.

And suddenly, I realized this wasn't about Haley meeting Dean.

It was about control.

It was about them using me to get what they wanted.

Like they always did.

I took a deep breath, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.

"I'll think about it," I said, my voice even.

Then, without waiting for their response, I turned on my heel and walked toward my room, leaving them standing there.

I could feel their eyes on my back, hear the hushed whispers as I shut the door behind me.

But for once, I didn't care.

For once, I wasn't going to let them push me around.

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Not this time.

I had so much on my mind that I neither had the energy nor the time to deal with them.

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[HALEY]

"You saw that, Mom?" Haley huffed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "Eve is getting more arrogant and disrespectful by the day!"

Helen sighed, rubbing her temples as she sank into the plush armchair. "Let's not push too hard, Haley. She might grow suspicious."

Haley stomped her foot, frustration boiling over. "But Mom! I have to meet him again! I have to see Dean!"

Her voice was laced with desperation, her eyes burning with urgency. "Guys like him are rare. I looked him up—he's only here for a couple of days for the show. I have to make him like me before he leaves. I don't have time!"

Helen watched her daughter carefully, her lips pursed. "Does it have to be him, Haley?" she asked, her voice measured. "There are so many men out there. You've dated plenty before, haven't you? What happened to them?"

Haley let out an exasperated sigh, as if the mere thought of her past suitors disgusted her. "Mom, they were second-rate at best," she scoffed. "None of them could hold a candle to Dean. He's in a league of his own."

She leaned in, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she lowered her voice. "Listen to this, Mom." She grabbed her phone and pulled up an article, practically shoving the screen in Helen's face. "Dean is the youngest son of the Frizkiel family. You know what that means?" She didn't wait for an answer. "The Frizkiels are royalty in their country. They own trillions of dollars in businesses, Mom. Trillions!"

Helen's eyes widened slightly, her interest piqued.

Haley pressed on, her voice filled with barely contained glee. "If I marry into that family, we won't need Eve anymore. We won't need anyone anymore."

And just like that, Helen's entire stance shifted.

Her mind raced at the realization—Dean wasn't just wealthy. He wasn't just successful. He was powerful. A direct heir to an empire worth trillions. If Haley married into that family, they wouldn't just be rich—they would be untouchable. They would be royalty!

That would be like hitting the ultimate jackpot.

A slow smile spread across Helen's lips.

"You're right," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with new determination. "We have access to him through Eve. And while he's still here, we need to take advantage of that."

Haley grinned, excitement bubbling inside her.

Now that her mother was on board, nothing would stop them.

Eve might be hesitant, but she was soft. She always had been. With the right push, she would give in.

And once she did—

Dean would be hers.

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[EVE]

I arrived at the private studio early the next morning, determined to get things moving as fast as possible. We had three days to pull everything together, and with the sheer amount of work ahead of us, every second counted.

As I stepped inside, I found Hyun and Georgina already there, along with our dressers and dressmakers, all buzzing around in preparation.

"Eve, you're here!" Hyun greeted with a bright smile, rolling up his sleeves as he worked on the designs.

I smiled back, my eyes immediately drawn to the mannequins standing in a neat row, each adorned with stunning pieces.

"Are these the dresses Dean sent?" I asked, stepping closer to examine them.

"That's right," Hyun confirmed, nodding. "I'm already working on tweaking the designs to match my signature style, while Georgina is organizing the staff to handle the alterations."

"Alright, I'll help too," I offered, rolling up my sleeves.

Before Hyun could respond, a smooth voice cut through the air—

"You don't have to."

We all turned toward the entrance, and there stood Dean, looking effortlessly polished as always. Behind him, Fern struggled to balance an absurd number of takeout boxes in his arms.

Dean slid off his sunglasses with practiced ease, his lips quirking into a smile. "Has everyone had breakfast yet?"

The moment he said the word breakfast, the entire staff perked up.

"I knew I smelled food!" one of the designers exclaimed.

"I told you guys I heard takeout bags rustling!" another added.