After making a quick loop around the kitchen, Haley leaned against the wall, watching the chefs cook. She wasn’t actually interested. This was just an excuse to escape Justin’s gaze. But she hadn’t expected him to follow her. His voice carried a rare softness. “How’s your ankle? Does it still hurt? Do you want me to take you to the hospital for a follow-up tomorrow?” Haley had no interest in entertaining him, but Justin was like a bird outside the window—chirping nonstop, relentless and persistent.“No need!” she snapped, irritation lacing her voice. Being brushed off didn’t discourage him. He noticed her eyes lingering on the sizzling food and said, “Hungry? I’ll grab you something to eat.” He was already turning toward the fridge when she cut him off. “Can’t you tell I’m avoiding you?” Justin stopped. Of course, he could tell. But he remained silent, answering only in his mind. Her cold words landed like punches straight to his chest. “If you want t
Chase’s sharp gaze locked onto Justin, taking in his tall frame and eerily similar features. His stance—protecting his mother—resembled a young wolf cub, ready to strike at any moment. So what if he was only five? So what if he couldn’t win in a fight? If Justin dared to hurt his mother again, he would bite him as hard as he could. Justin noticed the hostility in Chase’s expression. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he crouched down, meeting the boy’s eyes on equal ground. Speaking to him as if he were an adult, he said, “I won’t hurt your mother again. And if I do, I won’t forgive myself.” *Dinner was served. And yet, Justin didn’t leave. Shamelessly, he lingered—thick-skinned enough to invite himself to dinner. The conversation had shifted from discussing the marriage itself to the wedding details. Justin was well aware that he had no right to participate in such discussions. But he hadn’t come here for that. So, instead of joining in, he
“Uncle Justin, come with me! Our room is upstairs.” Alex grabbed Justin’s hand and led him straight to the second-floor children’s bedroom. Everyone had had a few drinks—not enough to be drunk, but enough that their reactions weren’t as sharp as usual. They simply watched as Justin followed Alex upstairs. After bath time, Alex pulled Justin onto their big bed and whispered conspiratorially, “Uncle Justin, sleep here with us! Once you fall asleep, Mommy won’t make you leave.” Justin chuckled. “Alright.” To make it look convincing, Alex climbed out of bed, grabbed a storybook, and placed it beside Justin—pretending that he had dozed off mid-story. Chase was speechless.*“Why is this bath taking so long?” Haley wondered.Everyone else had already gone to their rooms for the night. Haley, however, remained downstairs on the couch, waiting for Justin to come out. She waited. And waited. An hour passed—still no sign of movement. Haley had never kept track
Helen understood immediately. She raised a hand and smacked Richard lightly on the head. Talking smack about Justin was fine, but her husband? Absolutely not. “Morning.” Justin, unfazed by the sarcasm directed at him, greeted them with a calm smile. He refused to back down. No matter what it took, he was going to integrate himself into this family—even if he had to force his way in. No one acknowledged him. He was completely ignored. Still, Justin didn’t let it get to him. His gaze drifted to Haley, who was fully focused on her breakfast, deliberately avoiding his presence. Meanwhile, Alex pulled him toward an empty seat beside him. “Uncle Justin, let’s eat!” Justin smiled. “Alright.” Helen, making conversation, turned to her sister. “So, are you still in a hurry to leave?” Evelyn had left early with Wilfred for business, leaving just the rest of them behind. The mood at the breakfast table was far more relaxed. Leave? Go back to Merika Stat
It wasn’t much work and Justin was confident Alex could finish it with ease. With the assignments set, he turned his focus back to his own workload. Halfway through, there was a knock at the door. “Mr. Yates, I have something to report,” William said as he stepped in. Justin glanced at Alex, who was diligently working on his assignments on the sofa. Lowering his voice, he said, “Let’s talk outside.” The two of them walked into William’s office. Once inside, William locked the door. “The mole has been identified,” William said, pulling out his phone. He tapped the screen and handed it over to Justin. A surveillance video played. The footage showed Emma entering the special project office and speaking with Tom for a few minutes. After Tom left, she scanned the room, locked the door, and plugged in a USB drive. She worked quickly at the keyboard. Ten minutes later, she removed the USB and left. The video was crystal clear—indisputable evidence of Emma stea
This felt strangely familiar. Helen stood at the door, stomping her foot in frustration. “Mom! Help me out here!” she called. Silence. No one inside responded. Helen sighed, her face full of worry. She kicked the air a few times to vent her frustration before finally getting into her car and heading toward Lichfield Hospital to find Zac—credit card in hand. *As she approached the director’s office, Helen reached for the door handle but hesitated. She could hear voices inside. It sounded like an argument. “Zac, are you really going to marry her? She’s not right for you! She doesn’t deserve you!” Elena’s voice was sharp, filled with disbelief. “Even if you don’t like me, you should at least choose someone from the right background—” The right background? Helen glanced down at the unlimited black card in her purse. Since when was my family not good enough? “Shut up!” Zac’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding. “Who I marry is none of your busine
As the workday came to an end, Justin didn’t stay late for overtime like usual. With Alex around, he had no intention of working extra hours. After checking Alex’s assignments, he scooped him up and took the exclusive elevator straight down, leaving the office without delay. Many employees from other departments had yet to see the rumored "little prince," but those in the executive office had already stolen a few curious glances. Whispers and knowing smiles spread through the floor: “The boss is surprisingly hands-on as a dad—rich, powerful, and now, even great with kids? Unreal.”*William drove them to the supermarket first. Since Alex was spending the night at Justin’s place, he needed kids' toiletries—so they made a quick stop to pick them up. “Uncle Justin, let’s go that way,” Alex said, casually leading him toward the snack aisle after they finished shopping. Justin raised an eyebrow but went along with it. It reminded him of Haley—she loved snacks to
Haley would only accept someone she truly liked… So, could she ever fall for him again?Justin, who was always calm and confident, suddenly found himself doubting whether he could win Haley back. Sensing his mood shift, Alex patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t lose hope, Uncle Justin! Mom actually likes you quite a bit.” Justin’s eyes lit up. “She does? Are you sure?” “Of course!” Alex nodded eagerly. “As true as gold! Otherwise, she wouldn’t have let you stay for dinner, and she definitely wouldn’t have let me go out with you. Don’t be fooled by how tough she acts—deep down, she’s a total softie!” That was something Aunt Helen had said about Haley before, and Alex had picked it up immediately. Justin stared at the screen, deep in thought. “But what if… what if I made your mom really mad before? Like, really, really mad—so mad that she doesn’t even want to see me anymore? “Then what should I do?” Alex, now munching on an ice cream cone after finis
“I’ll let you play with it, but only if you call me ‘big brother’ and tell me your name.” “Big brother,” the little girl said sweetly. “My name is Ria.” “I’m Alex.” Children made friends so easily—their bonds were simple and pure. Just by playing with the toy airplane together, the two had already grown familiar with each other. The sun climbed higher, and the cool morning air gave way to the midday heat. Chase’s phone rang. It was Haley, reminding them to come home for lunch.After hanging up, he called out to Alex, who was still playing in the park.“Alex! Mom says it’s time for lunch!” “Got it!” Alex shouted back before turning to Ria, who was a head shorter than him. “Ria, I have to go home for lunch now. Let’s play again next time! I even have a real drone—not just a toy model, a real one.” “Okay! But you better not go back on your word.” “A man never breaks his promises!” Alex declared proudly. “My house is over there,” Ria said, pointing to a buildin
“You didn’t actually think I came here alone, did you?” Emma forced herself to stay calm. “I’m under Jacob’s watch 24/7. Every time I leave, he sends people to tail me in secret. If you take me, do you really think the Yates family won’t come knocking on your door the same night?” The New Alliance boss and his men glanced around warily, scanning for any signs of hidden surveillance. “I don’t know what you’re really after with this international project,” Emma continued, “but if you so much as try to kidnap me, the Yates family won’t let you leave Lincourt City alive.” She let out a sharp breath, then added, “And if your base here in Lincourt City gets destroyed, wouldn’t that be an even bigger loss for your bosses?” She was bluffing, trying to rattle him. But unexpectedly, she hit a nerve. A flicker of hesitation crossed the man’s eyes. The people above him were using the international project as a front for smuggling. The most legitimate and unexpected locations w
The hateful glare in Emma’s eyes startled the doctor. “I want it gone. I want the abortion now.” The doctor glanced at her chart and hesitated. “This isn’t your first pregnancy, is it? Have you had an abortion before? Your uterine lining is quite thin. If you go through with another one, there’s a high chance you won’t be able to conceive in the future. Even if you do, it’ll be difficult to carry to term.” “I said I want the procedure now! Right now! Do you not understand me?” Without warning, Emma exploded. Her voice was so loud that the people waiting outside turned their heads, curious about the commotion. Some even peeked through the door, expecting to see an argument. The doctor, startled again, quickly tried to calm her down, worried about causing a scene. “Please, don’t get worked up. If you want to terminate the pregnancy, you’ll need to go back to the main hall, pay for the procedure, and register at the gynecology department.” Emma snatched the chart b
Not enough. It still wasn’t enough to calm the rage burning inside Emma! Why? Why did she work so hard, only for that bitch Helen to marry into a wealthy family instead? And Emily—she was nothing more than a stand-in for her, yet five years later, Justin was chasing after her? Why was she the one who had to lose a hand? Why was she stuck here, wasting away with a loser like Jacob? Why? *Knock, knock.* A soft knock came from the bedroom door before it was pushed open. A servant walked in. “Miss Xander, Mr. Yates asked me to bring you this fish soup. You should drink it while it’s hot.” Even after Justin’s scandal about having two sons, Jacob still hadn’t given up on making Emma bear his child. Every day, he ordered the servants to prepare different nourishing soups for her, desperately hoping she would get pregnant as soon as possible. “Take it away!” Emma snapped, her voice sharp and cutting. Her brows furrowed in disgust. What kind of garbage was thi
“Those women are all trained and they know exactly what they’re doing.“And the woman in the photo you sent me? She was part of one of their underground transactions.“But she’s been gone for years,” Alexander recalled, repeating what one of his high-profile clients had told him. “Five, maybe six? Something like that. She’s probably long dead by now. Word is, the women that don’t make the cut in that organization… well, they get dismantled and sold off piece by piece.” Alexander didn’t have direct dealings with Lori, but his family ran casinos overseas, so he was well aware of the dark side of the industry. And five-year-old information wasn’t easy to dig up. By sheer luck, a major client he met just a few days ago had actually been with the woman in that photo. “Ugh—” Justin’s stomach lurched violently. His entire body recoiled before he threw open the car door, stumbling toward a nearby tree and retching. “Ugh—ugh—” The nausea hit in waves, each one stronger
The "BANG" of a door slamming shut echoed down the hall. Justin barely managed to stop himself in time—any closer, and the door would have smacked him straight in the face. Now, with that single door between them, he and Haley were completely separated. Standing in the dimly lit second-floor hallway, he was utterly alone. Even the house staff had long since retreated to their quarters for the night. His lashes lowered, his entire presence steeped in solitude and quiet resignation. A few small lights remained on, preventing the villa from plunging into complete darkness. For a long while, he simply stood there, staring at the door in front of him. Then, finally, he turned. Each step down the staircase echoed heavily in the vast, empty space, matching the weight in his chest. By the time he stepped out of the villa, a familiar figure was already waiting. “Mr. Yates.” William had been standing by the entrance, anticipating his arrival. “Let’s talk in the car.
No wonder Haley knew her so well. They had grown up together, spending every day side by side. She had nailed Helen’s taste perfectly. “Haley, this is perfect! No changes needed. I love it! Mwah!” Helen could already picture herself wearing the ring. She was practically vibrating with excitement. Wilfred leaned over for a glance. “Send me the digital version later. I’ll have the production team get started on it right away. It should be ready by the time I get back.” Though he and Helen didn’t talk much in their daily lives, he was clearly invested in making sure his little sister’s wedding was flawless. Haley nodded. “Got it.” The conversation moved on to other wedding details. Justin had nothing to add, and Haley wasn’t acknowledging him at all. Seeing that it was already past nine, he took Alex upstairs for a bath. “Chase, come on, let’s go shower together!” Chase frowned, his expression as cool and distant as ever. “I’ll shower on my own. You two go ahead.”
After dinner, the Walker family gathered in the living room to go over wedding details. The venue options had already been sent over, and Helen quickly settled on an outdoor ceremony. She chose a lush hillside lawn overlooking the ocean, with the reception held indoors. A beach wedding was out of the question. She didn’t want to deal with sand getting everywhere, especially in heels. With the venue decided, the next steps were choosing a wedding dress and scheduling the photoshoot. Transportation was the least of their worries—both families had more than enough luxury cars. But deciding who would be in the wedding party, especially the send-off and pick-up groups, was proving trickier. The White family had plenty of relatives to fill spots, but the Walkers were another story. Given their background, their circle was small. Evelyn had been an orphan taken in by her former organization, meaning there were no extended family members to rely on. “So it looks like the whole
Besides, how could the second-best hotel in the country possibly be good enough for her wedding?Zac continued, “October 1st is a peak wedding date. Good venues book up fast—especially the best ones.“But since Justin owns the hotel, we get first pick of the venue. Pretty convenient, huh?” Helen hesitated for a moment before reluctantly nodding. “Fine.” At least Justin had some sense. Zac finally relaxed, letting out a relieved breath. He picked up his glass and raised it toward Justin with a smile. “Thanks for handling the venue. Let me toast to that.” Justin had, of course, noticed the little exchange between Zac and Helen, but he chose to pretend otherwise. Keeping his expression neutral, he replied, “No need for that—we’re all family here. I’ll have my team send over the venue details later.” His words were met with silence. Across the table, Richard scoffed. “Family? At best, you’re just Zac’s friend.” “Ow!” A sharp kick landed on Richard’s shin under the ta