“Try to avoid reading too much news online. It can also trigger episodes,” the doctor advised before leaving the room. Despite the incident, the doctor didn’t prescribe any medication. The wound wasn’t deep, and while it showed a tendency toward self-harm, it avoided critical areas. Clearly, even in distress, Emma had been rational when making the cut. These days, it was common for people to experience emotional lows or feel overwhelmed, but it rarely escalated to the point of needing psychological treatment.Outside the room, the housekeeper overheard the conversation and walked in to add, “Miss Xander saw something on the news today. That’s what caused this.” “News?” Justin asked, his brows furrowed in confusion. The housekeeper pulled out her phone and showed him the day’s headline. “No, don’t!” Emma tried to stop her, attempting to sit up, but the blood loss left her dizzy. She collapsed back onto the bed, clutching her head. The doctor raised an eyebrow at the e
Haley wasn’t paying much attention to the drama online. She drove home, took a long shower, and let the fatigue and grime of the day wash away. Meanwhile, Helen sat comfortably on the living room sofa, fully immersed in scrolling through the online frenzy. She liked every comment bashing Emma Xander and even jumped in to post scathing replies herself. Her fingers flew across her phone screen with fervor, her face alight with energy.“You’re wasting time typing one comment at a time,” Richard teased, watching her thumbs fly across the screen. “Just call me your older brother, and I’ll whip up a program to fire off hundreds of replies in no time.”Helen shot him a glare and turned her back on him.When she refreshed the page, her expression shifted. “Wait… why can’t I comment anymore?”The comment she had been furiously typing—loaded with sharp insults—wouldn’t post. After refreshing the page again, she realized comments had been disabled, and every disparaging remark she had poste
Chase was rendered speechless.How did his little brother manage to be both sharp and clueless at the same time?*The next day, Haley was still busy at the art exhibit hall, working on final details. By lunchtime, another extravagant meal arrived—this time with flowers and a specialty tea. Her coworkers, grateful recipients of the meal, couldn’t help but gush. “Haley, your husband is incredible! Sending you lunch every day and even including us. It’s so thoughtful. Thank you so much!” “And flowers and tea, just for you! Staying romantic even after marriage and kids? That’s rare. He really dotes on you!” The chorus of compliments only made Haley more annoyed. A simmering anger built in her chest as she forced a tight smile. Slipping into the stairwell where no one could hear her, she dialed Justin. As soon as he answered, she launched into him. “Justin! Can you please stop sending me lunch? Do you have any idea how frustrating and disruptive this is? How much of a
Haley dried her hands, bypassing Justin without a glance. But before she reached the door, he grabbed her arm, pulling her forcefully into his embrace. One hand locked around her waist while the other cradled the back of her head. Then he kissed her. The kiss was sudden and overpowering, leaving Haley no time to react. By the time she realized what was happening, he had already seized the upper hand. She struggled, shoving at his face, her body twisting away, but his grip was unyielding. Slowly, he backed her against the sink, his kiss growing deeper, filled with a desperation that poured out years of regret and unspoken emotion. * Only when he’d had enough did he release her. “Can you stop asking me to leave you?” His voice broke as his eyes shimmered with anguish. “I can’t walk away, and I won’t.” He bent forward, his pain transparent. “I was selfish before. I ignored how you felt, and I destroyed what we had. But I’ve changed. Please, give me a chance to pro
Regret filled Haley’s mind. Why hadn’t she worn heels today? She could have kicked him where it hurt the most. *Back at the Mistletoe Villa, Helen was getting ready for her date with Zac. Dressed to the nines, she descended the stairs, only to be intercepted by Alex. “Aunt Helen, are you going out with Uncle-in-law Zac? Take me with you!” Alex exclaimed, his sharp eyes noticing her dressed-up look.Chase, overhearing, chimed in, his hopeful gaze fixed on Helen.“Alex, you sure are quick to adapt, already calling him Uncle-in-law?” Richard teased, strolling over with a disapproving look at Helen’s outfit. “It’s late, and you’re going to meet Zac dressed like that? A short skirt? Do you have no sense of self-protection?“Go upstairs and change into pants. Now.”“I don’t have any!” Helen shot back, defiant as ever. She wasn’t afraid of him. Besides, it was the middle of summer, and long pants weren’t exactly in her wardrobe rotation. “And this skirt isn’t even short. It covers
“Haley, why don’t we eat out tonight?” Richard suggested, noticing the unusually quiet house. With Wilfred working late and Helen out, it was just the four of them left. Alex immediately agreed, and even Chase nodded enthusiastically. Haley decided to go along with the idea.The four of them set out together. Just as they stepped through the restaurant’s entrance, they unexpectedly ran into one of Haley’s colleagues from the art world.“Haley! What a coincidence! You’re eating here too?” The artist greeted warmly before glancing at Richard, who was standing beside her with the kids. “And who’s this?” His curious eyes lingered on the group.Not wanting any misunderstandings, Haley quickly explained, “This is my brother, the boys’ uncle.”“Oh, I see.” The man smiled and turned his attention to the twins. “Twins, huh? Haley, you’re really blessed.”For a moment, he stared at the children, feeling they looked oddly familiar, though he couldn’t quite place why. Haley forced a pol
The screen dimmed, and a sly smile tugged at Jacob’s lips. His eyes held a mix of unrestrained mischief and an unmistakable hint of desire. Emma’s body was something he couldn’t get enough of. It had been two days since the funeral, two days since he last had her, and the memory was enough to stir a longing deep within him.*At a dinner table filled with the sound of clinking glasses and strained pleasantries, Harry raised his glass to Mr. Lewis, the family lawyer. “This success is all thanks to you, Attorney Lewis. Let me toast to your outstanding efforts,” Harry declared, his tone oozing with smug satisfaction.He had already bribed Attorney Lewis to alter the will and make it official. That old man of his was so biased. He had actually intended to leave the company to Justin, that ungrateful brat.But now that Harry knew, there was no way he would sit back and let it happen.Attorney Lewis, generously compensated for his cooperation, offered a smile. “Chairman Yates, it’s
The executives aligned with Justin and the neutral shareholders initially celebrated Justin’s victory, but soon their joy turned to shock.Great-grandsons? Since when were there two great-grandsons?Everyone exchanged confused glances.Attorney Lewis continued, “Liquid assets and real estate will be divided equally between Mr. Yates Sr.’s two sons. Since the elder son, Henry Yates, has passed away, his portion will be inherited by his grandson, Justin Yates. Jewelry and other personal effects belonging to his wife, Mrs. Sophia Yates, will be divided equally between their two daughters-in-law, Mrs. Heidi Yates and Mrs. Stella Yates.“The will has now been fully read,” Attorney Lewis said, closing the file and stepping aside.What?Everyone received a share of the inheritance, but Harry’s branch of the family got the least. Even the so-called great-grandsons, who had never been heard of or seen before, received shares. Yet Harry’s son, Jacob, received nothing.The members of Har
“She’s still not out? Don’t panic yet,” Richard reassured her. “I just rewatched the video carefully—her arms and legs are intact. She’s tough, Helen. She’s going to be fine. Just hang in there and wait.”It was rare for Richard to comfort her instead of bickering with her, but this time, he stepped up. “Aunt Helen, are you at the hospital? Have you seen Mom?” Alex and Chase tugged at Richard’s shirt, their little voices filled with urgency. Alex was on the verge of tears, while Chase, being the older brother, was holding his emotions in check but his reddened eyes gave him away. “Uncle Richard, let us talk to her!”“Stop messing around, both of you. Sit down and wait. I’ll tell you as soon as there’s any news.” Richard pried their hands off his shirt, which was dangerously close to being torn apart. His sister was still alive, but at this rate, his clothes wouldn’t make it through the night. “Call me the second you hear anything. I’ll be waiting.”Tonight, there wo
The hallway fell into an instant silence.Zac took one look at Justin’s injuries and said, “You need to get checked out. We’ll stay here and wait for her.”Justin was covered in sweat and grime, his clothes stained with blood, his back in even worse shape. Yet, he didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just stood there, refusing to leave until he saw Haley come out of that operating room. He needed to make sure she was okay. Seeing this, Zac grew anxious and tried to persuade him. “If Haley wakes up and sees you like this, she’ll be worried. Do you really think she’d want the man who saved her to be covered in wounds himself? Come on—”Before he could finish, Zac yelped. “Ow—ah!” It was Helen. Her hands had latched onto his waist, fingers digging into his side as she leaned in and hissed through gritted teeth, “My sister wouldn’t worry about him! Do you even hear yourself? If you don’t know what to say, just shut up! He got hurt? Good! He deserves it!”She might have kept h
Zac sighed helplessly. “It’s not that I don’t care. It’s just that yelling her name won’t make a difference right now. The nurse already said she’s in surgery.”The two had met up at her house. Tonight, Helen had canceled their date because she wanted to go to the airport to see her sister and nephews off. But after waiting at home for what felt like forever, Haley still hadn’t returned. The security team and the car that had transported her paintings had arrived a long time ago—yet there was no sign of her.Helen had been growing increasingly anxious when Richard suddenly came across a breaking news video online—footage of a car explosion. The moment they saw the images, they instantly recognized the two figures in the video: Haley and Justin. Helen panicked and was about to rush out the door when Zac called. He had seen the news too. Knowing she would be too emotional to think straight, he had driven straight to her place to pick her up.As soon as they arrived at the hospi
Emma stood up, rummaging through the metal box until she found the old phone. Sure enough, there was a reply waiting for her.“Target eliminated.”A manic grin spread across her face before she burst into hysterical laughter. “Hahaha! Now, I’m the only one left with this face! No one can replace me!”Outside the bedroom, the housekeeper shivered at the eerie sound. “Is Miss Xander watching a horror movie this late at night?” the housekeeper wondered.Inside, Emma’s laughter finally died down, replaced by an eager anticipation as she unlocked her phone and played the footage of Emily Yates’s supposed death once again. But this time, a new video surfaced.It showed Justin emerging from the flames—carrying Emily. The first angle she had seen only captured the explosion, leading her to believe that Emily had perished in the blast. But this proved otherwise.The woman she had spent years trying to erase was still alive. Emma’s fingers clenched around the phone, her knuckles tu
Haley’s survival instincts kicked in, forcing her eyes open just a sliver. With shaky hands, she reached for the seatbelt buckle, pressing down with all the strength she could muster. Her fingers dragged over to the door handle. She pressed the unlock button. But the door wouldn’t budge. She kept trying, over and over. But the noxious fumes filling the car seeped deeper into her system, making every movement sluggish. Even her fingers were beginning to stiffen. “Cough… cough…” A weak, broken sound escaped her lips. A wave of despair washed over her. Was this really it? Was she really going to die here? Helen had just gotten married, and she hadn’t even had her wedding ceremony yet. Her boys were still so young. Would they really lose their mother before they even had a chance to grow up? Mom… Wilfred… Richard… She would never see them again. Bang! Bang! Bang!“Haley! Stay awake! Don’t fall asleep. Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep!” Through the haze, sh
“Keep downshifting. Share your location with me. I need to track exactly where you are. Steer toward a road with less traffic and a green belt,” Justin instructed, his voice calm and steady.Then, in a softer tone, he added, “Don’t panic. I’m right here with you. Nothing will happen. I won’t leave you alone in this.” The other end of the line was silent. Haley didn’t know how to respond. But her survival instincts kicked in, and within seconds, their locations were synced. Justin locked onto her position, his jaw tightening as he ordered, “Step on it, William. Get us there faster.” Thankfully, the streets were quieter at this late hour. Inside the speeding Porsche, Haley’s frown deepened. The acrid, suffocating smell inside the car grew stronger. Meanwhile, on her screen, Justin’s location was getting closer.Frantically, she scanned her memory for the nearest incline, her voice low and urgent. “Justin, stop following me! My car could explode at any moment. Get away now!”
“Haley, your art exhibition is over now, right? I’m so sorry, my last meeting ran late. I’m on my way to the venue right now. Wait for me! I’ll come pick you up!” Justin’s voice was urgent, as if afraid she would leave before he got there. Haley glanced at the red light ahead and brought her car to a stop. “You don’t need to pick me up. Honestly, I’d be grateful if you didn’t come looking for me at all.”She was about to hang up. Sensing her intention, Justin quickly blurted out, “Don’t hang up!”His right eyelid twitched—a bad omen. Anxiety churned in his gut, and an overwhelming sense of unease crept in. A terrible thought crossed his mind. Was she planning to sneak onto an early flight and disappear without saying goodbye?“Stay at the venue, okay? I’m almost there. Just wait for me at the entrance.”Haley tapped her finger against the steering wheel, watching the countdown on the traffic light. She had planned this late-night departure specifically to avoid Justin. S
“Are you two fighting?” Helen pushed the door open, surprised to see the brothers in a tug-of-war over clothes. Seeing their aunt, Chase and Alex immediately released their grip and greeted her sweetly, “Aunt Helen!” Helen glanced at the scattered toys on the floor and pointed at Alex. “Clean this up. Your flight’s at dawn tomorrow. If you don’t pack everything in time, I’ll just keep all these toys for myself.” She said it like a threat, hoping to instill some urgency. Instead, Alex blinked up at her. “Aunt Helen, you’re not coming back with us?” “I still have some things to take care of here,” Helen explained. “I’ll come visit you guys later.” Chase, ever the sharp one, smirked. “By ‘things to take care of,’ you mean Uncle Zac, right? Haven’t you locked things down with him yet, or is Grandma Evelyn the one you still need to win over? How much longer before you bring him home?”Unlike Alex, who had already gotten used to calling Zac Uncle-in-law, Chase was still he
Haley raised an eyebrow and replied coolly, “Do I look like someone who would go back to an ex?” Helen grinned mischievously. “Alright, fine. But… what about other men? You’re in your prime right now. Isn’t it a shame not to date?” Lately, Helen had been basking in the blissful glow of her own romance. Naturally, she wanted her sister to experience the same happiness. But dating hadn’t even crossed Haley’s mind. With two kids and a thriving career, she felt her life was already full. “Forget it. I’m not planning on finding a ‘dad’ for the boys,” she said firmly. Helen rolled her eyes. “Who says dating has to lead to marriage? You could just date for fun!” She had seen plenty of examples like that. Haley shot her a sharp glare, and Helen immediately clammed up. “I’m heading to the exhibit,” Haley said as she finished her coffee and stood up. “Make sure you sort out that pile of stuff in the storage room while I’m gone.” “Got it,” Helen mumbled. Haley paused at