Halo held the journalist's gaze, her expression unwavering. "What he wanted, he went for. It's as simple as that."A murmur rippled through the room, but she didn't falter. "I don’t find it amusing or acceptable that the press continues to refer to me as 'the lesser twin.' I am just as capable as my sister, if not more. My value isn't determined by how well I fit into a narrative that favors familiarity over individuality."She leaned back slightly, her tone firm. "Talon chose me because he saw what he wanted, and I accepted because I saw an opportunity to build something great. This marriage wasn't about settling or second choices, it was a decision made by two people who knew what they wanted. And I-I won't entertain any more questions that attempt to undermine me or my marriage with my husband"She tilted her head slightly, offering a cool smile. "We're married. We're happy. That's the end of the story."Talon's smirk deepened, his fingers tapping against the armrest. Fuck, her res
The press conference was over, and they were on their way home. But Talon was quiet. Too quiet.Halo noticed it the moment they got into the car. At first, she assumed he was just processing everything, but as the ride stretched on, the silence became unsettling.She, on the other hand, was still buzzing from the adrenaline. "I didn't expect to handle those questions like that," she admitted, glancing at him. "I thought I'd stutter or freeze, but somehow, I managed. It was weird. Sometimes, I zoned out, and sometimes, I thought I'd slip up, but-"She paused, frowning. Talon wasn't reacting. Not even a smirk, a sarcastic remark, nothing. He was staring ahead, his fingers tapping lightly against his thigh, lost in thought.Halo shifted uncomfortably. "Are you even listening?"Talon blinked, as if snapping back to reality. His gaze flickered toward her, unreadable. "Hm?"She narrowed her eyes. "What's with you?""Nothing," he said, too casually.She wasn't convinced, but before she coul
"Halo, this isn't me curating you. I will not deny you the freedom that I promised. I mean, I did say yes to you appearing in the crowd in front of the press with me, right? I am not withholding freedom from you, but this is for your safety. I cannot go into details till I am sure, and I don't think you should know about this for now. But Halo, please, I can't have you or us attend that party".They pulled up in the driveway.Halo stepped out of the car, slammed the door shut, and walked towards the entrance without looking back. The sound of the door echoed in the coming night, sharp and final.Talon sighed and followed after her. He didn't rush. He knew where she was going.The driver remained in his seat, eyes forward, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened. The staff by the entrance exchanged cautious glances, unsure if they should acknowledge the new madam in her current state. Halo unintentionally ignored them all, heading straight up to her destination.She walked in, lea
Talon's smirk faltered, his jaw tightening slightly as he regarded her. "Halo, he said, his voice smooth but firm, "there's a difference between what you're saying and what you're actually suggesting."She tilted her head. "Oh? Enlighten me, then."He took a slow step toward her, closing the space between them. He wasn't angry. If anything, he looked amused, but there was something else, something deeper in the way he watched her."You're my wife," he said simply. "And if you think I'd be fine with you being with another man, then you haven't been paying attention."Halo let out a short laugh. "Right. Because you, on the other hand, can do whatever you want?"Talon exhaled through his nose, his hands slipping into his pockets. "It's not about what I can do," he murmured. "It's about what I want.""And what do you want?"His gaze dropped briefly to her lips before lifting back to her eyes. "You."She stilled.Talon reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his touch
She stirred, her head throbbing with a dull ache as her senses slowly returned. The room was quiet, except for the faint rustling of fabric and the distant sound of water running. Soft light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the space.Her fingers twitched against the sheets, and it took her a moment to register the unfamiliar texture beneath her palm. Blinking, she turned her head slightly and winced. A sharp sting shot through her temple, bringing back flashes of what had happened.Talon. The book. The chase.And then...Her gaze lifted, landing on a man she did not recognize."Good, you are awake," he said, his voice calm and professional. He was middle-aged, dressed in a crisp white coat, and held a small flashlight in his hand.Halo's confusion deepened. "Who...?"Before she could finish, another voice cut in."He is the doctor I called."Her eyes snapped toward Talon. He stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, watching her with an expression that was
Halo's fingers curled around the edge of the blanket as she watched Talon's expression shift. She had never heard him mention his father being sick before, so when he said it so casually, she couldn't help but feel thrown off. It didn't seem like a small incident."You never told me your father was sick," she said carefully, searching his face for some kind of explanation.Talon's gaze flicked to her, unreadable as always. "It isn't something I bring up often. It is just an illness that has worsened with age." His voice was smooth, controlled, but there was a tightness to it.Halo frowned. "And what illness is that?"Talon didn't answer right away. He turned slightly, his fingers tapping against the arm of the chair as if weighing his words. Before he could respond, his phone vibrated again. His jaw ticked, and he sighed before pulling it from his pocket. A glance at the screen made his brow furrow, but he answered."What is it now?" His voice was sharp, impatient.Halo couldn't hear
The ride had been neither calm nor pleasant. The driver was under a lot of pressure because Talon had ordered him to get there as fast as he could, and he still had to maintain the speed limit.Calming down Talon didn't work at all, in fact he snapped at her the first time she tried to tell him to calm down.Surprising for someone who held his cool at the breakfast table, despite being disturbed."Halo, you'll be seeing Zorro sooner than I anticipated""But....B-But you said that Zorro wasn't around when your father had the heart attack""He is around now. So you'll have to deal with my dad, while being cautious of him. Do you understand?"This was too much. Meeting with Mr Sullivan Ashwood and then with Zorro Ashwood, something about Zorro made her anxious. Especially one of the files where it was written that he was jailed twice for attempted murder. Yeesh."I understand. But....you'll be there right?, constantly with me?"Talon scoffed, his foot tapping impatiently."Are you a chil
Halo swallowed hard, pulse hammering against her throat. Zorro.She didn't move, didn't dare. The grip on her wrist was light yet unyielding, like a snake curling around its prey, not squeezing but reminding her it could. Her breath hitched when he leaned in, his lips just a whisper away from her ear."Eavesdropping? How very disappointing," he mused, his voice barely above a murmur, yet it sent an uncomfortable chill into the air. "And here I was, thinking you were above such things."Halo forced herself to breathe, though it felt unnatural with the weight of his presence pressing against her. "I wasn't eavesdropping."Zorro hummed, a soft chuckle laced with amusement. "Of course not. You just happened to be standing here, pressing your ear against the door. A coincidence, I am sure."Halo clenched her jaw, hating how easily he unraveled her composure. Like Talon did ."Let go of me.""Hmm." Zorro’s grip lingered for a moment longer before he finally released her, but he didn't step
Zorro stood in the center of the room, his face a mask of controlled fury. He paced back and forth, shocked and annoyed."There is no way Esil would hand over the shares to you just like that, she is my wife, how would she hand over the shares to you."Muttering under his breath, He lifted his phone and tried dialing Esil's number. The phone rang once, then twice, but the call went unanswered. The message on his screen read 'Number busy.' Frustration mounting, he switched apps and attempted to text Esil directly. His texts would not deliver. Even his social media messages bounced back to him: it seemed Esil had blocked him."She blocked me? She blocked me?!" he repeated in disbelief, his voice rising in anger.Determined to get an answer, he called Esil's sister. The call went straight to voicemail. He then tried reaching Esil's uncle, and again there was no answer.Not willing to give up, he called Esil's mother, but still, nothing. He paced furiously, kicking the leg of the dining
The boy sat between them in the backseat, his fingers still sticky with sugar from the cookies he'd devoured at the orphanage. Talon didn’t say much during the drive. Halo glanced at him now and then, noting how he kept checking the rearview mirror, not out of caution, but to glance at the kid.They pulled into a wide stone driveway. A house stood ahead, elegant yet warm, vines curling up one side and flowerbeds neatly trimmed along the porch. There was an old bronze wind chime at the entrance, swaging softly in the wind. The scent of something sweet baking could be smelt from an open window.Halo stepped out first, scanning the peaceful surroundings. Talon opened the door for the boy, who stepped out hesitantly, holding onto the edge of Talon's jacket.The door creaked open before they could knock. An elderly man with a thick grey mustache and sleep in his eyes stepped out, blinking at the sunlight. He straightened when he saw Talon."Ashwood. You're a sight.""Eli. Sorry to drop i
Talon picked up his phone and dialed Esil while the boy sat quietly beside him. The orphanage caretaker accepted his card without a word and hurried off to bring the boy snacks and a big meal. The little one was clearly a foodie. His eyes lit up when he saw the plate of treats, and he eagerly dug in. Halo watched him from where she stood, feeling an unexpected fondness well up inside her. She had never been close to children, but there was something about his innocent enthusiasm that captivated her.The boy looked up at Talon and Halo as he munched on his food and said in a soft, cheerful tone, "I never expected this much, thank you." "You're most welcome." Halo responded in a quiet tone.Talon, noticing her softened expression, sat beside her. He engaged the boy in small talk, asking about his favorite food and making silly faces that drew genuine laughter from the child.Halo listened as the boy answered in a clear, high voice, his excitement infectious. She didn't expect him to
Talon narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?" he asked.Halo frowned. "What if your father gave it to Esil so you’d have a chance to take it before she hands it over?"Talon's jaw tightened. The idea had not crossed his mind before. At first he assumed his father was being theatrical, stirring unnecessary tension, but Halo had a point. If Zorro was meant to have the shares, there was no reason to go through Esil at all unless my father wanted an alternative.He muttered, "Esil is loyal to Zorro. She won't keep the shares from him."Halo shrugged. "Maybe not. But this gives you a window. She has them now, not him."Talon glanced down at the empty plate in his hand. His father was a cunning man who never made a move without reason. If this was a test, it meant he had not completely written Talon off yet. That sliver of uncertainty was all he needed to act.His eyes darkened with determination. "Then I need to get to Esil before Zorro does."The question remainedHow?A memory flashed in
Halo stood before the heavy oak doors, inhaling deeply before knocking twice. The pause that followed was brief, but it felt like an eternity before a muffled voice granted her entry.She pushed the door open, stepping inside with measured caution. The room was dimly lit, the warm glow of a bedside lamp casting shadows across the walls. Mr. Sullivan lay against a mountain of pillows, his figure reduced to frailness.But he wasn’t alone.Zorro stood near the window, arms crossed, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His presence was a stark contrast to the old man in bed, alive, bright, and daunting, unlike Mr Sullivan's sick figure.Halo stiffened, but she did not let it show. She closed the door behind her and took a few steps closer. "Mr. Sullivan," she greeted, her voice calm despite the tension pressing against her ribs.His tired eyes flickered to her, assessing, calculating. "Halo Remington."A silence settled between them, only disturbed by the soft clink of ice against glass as Zor
Halo swallowed hard, pulse hammering against her throat. Zorro.She didn't move, didn't dare. The grip on her wrist was light yet unyielding, like a snake curling around its prey, not squeezing but reminding her it could. Her breath hitched when he leaned in, his lips just a whisper away from her ear."Eavesdropping? How very disappointing," he mused, his voice barely above a murmur, yet it sent an uncomfortable chill into the air. "And here I was, thinking you were above such things."Halo forced herself to breathe, though it felt unnatural with the weight of his presence pressing against her. "I wasn't eavesdropping."Zorro hummed, a soft chuckle laced with amusement. "Of course not. You just happened to be standing here, pressing your ear against the door. A coincidence, I am sure."Halo clenched her jaw, hating how easily he unraveled her composure. Like Talon did ."Let go of me.""Hmm." Zorro’s grip lingered for a moment longer before he finally released her, but he didn't step
The ride had been neither calm nor pleasant. The driver was under a lot of pressure because Talon had ordered him to get there as fast as he could, and he still had to maintain the speed limit.Calming down Talon didn't work at all, in fact he snapped at her the first time she tried to tell him to calm down.Surprising for someone who held his cool at the breakfast table, despite being disturbed."Halo, you'll be seeing Zorro sooner than I anticipated""But....B-But you said that Zorro wasn't around when your father had the heart attack""He is around now. So you'll have to deal with my dad, while being cautious of him. Do you understand?"This was too much. Meeting with Mr Sullivan Ashwood and then with Zorro Ashwood, something about Zorro made her anxious. Especially one of the files where it was written that he was jailed twice for attempted murder. Yeesh."I understand. But....you'll be there right?, constantly with me?"Talon scoffed, his foot tapping impatiently."Are you a chil
Halo's fingers curled around the edge of the blanket as she watched Talon's expression shift. She had never heard him mention his father being sick before, so when he said it so casually, she couldn't help but feel thrown off. It didn't seem like a small incident."You never told me your father was sick," she said carefully, searching his face for some kind of explanation.Talon's gaze flicked to her, unreadable as always. "It isn't something I bring up often. It is just an illness that has worsened with age." His voice was smooth, controlled, but there was a tightness to it.Halo frowned. "And what illness is that?"Talon didn't answer right away. He turned slightly, his fingers tapping against the arm of the chair as if weighing his words. Before he could respond, his phone vibrated again. His jaw ticked, and he sighed before pulling it from his pocket. A glance at the screen made his brow furrow, but he answered."What is it now?" His voice was sharp, impatient.Halo couldn't hear
She stirred, her head throbbing with a dull ache as her senses slowly returned. The room was quiet, except for the faint rustling of fabric and the distant sound of water running. Soft light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the space.Her fingers twitched against the sheets, and it took her a moment to register the unfamiliar texture beneath her palm. Blinking, she turned her head slightly and winced. A sharp sting shot through her temple, bringing back flashes of what had happened.Talon. The book. The chase.And then...Her gaze lifted, landing on a man she did not recognize."Good, you are awake," he said, his voice calm and professional. He was middle-aged, dressed in a crisp white coat, and held a small flashlight in his hand.Halo's confusion deepened. "Who...?"Before she could finish, another voice cut in."He is the doctor I called."Her eyes snapped toward Talon. He stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, watching her with an expression that was