I sit on the edge of the couch, feeling completely out of place. Mr. Grumpy paces the room while his sharp gaze flicks between Ella and the floor. Ella curls up on the opposite couch, hugging her knees tightly. She insisted I stay, so here I am—an unwelcome witness to their family drama, frozen and unsure of what to do or say.
“I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand. I just wanted to spend time with my friends and let loose for a bit.”
Zachary pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. “And for that, I canceled an important meeting because I was worried sick about you. Do you even realize what you’re doing to yourself and to me?”
Ella’s shoulders tense. “You and everyone else in this family are always too busy with work. No one asks how I feel or what I want. You all treat me like a child but expect me to act like an adult. How is that fair?”
"Newsflash—life isn’t fair, princess. It’s not supposed to be. We’re trying to protect you, to keep you safe, because you clearly can’t make responsible decisions on your own!”
Ella flinches at his words but sits up straighter, her arms tightening around her knees as she glares at him. “You don’t protect me, Zach. You control me. There’s a difference. I’m not a child."
“You’re acting like a child!” he snaps. “Sneaking out to nightclubs, putting yourself in danger for some stupid thrill?”
“I was with friends! I wasn’t alone, and I didn’t go there to cause trouble. I just wanted to feel normal for once, Zach. Is that so much to ask?”
“God, teenagers.” Zachary laughs bitterly. “You think risking your life for a night out is normal? You’re a Langston, Isabella. That means you have a responsibility to act with some sense. People watch everything we do. Everything you do! One wrong step, and it’s not just you who pays for it. The whole family suffers.”
Ella’s face flushes with anger and hurt. “There it is. It’s not about me at all, is it? It’s about the family image, about you and Dad and your precious investors. You don’t care about what I want. You just want me to be quiet and obedient so I don’t embarrass you!”
Zachary’s jaw tightens, and his hands curl into fists at his sides. “You think this is easy for me? You think I enjoy having to clean up your messes? Someone has to be the responsible one, Ella, because God knows you’re not.”
Ella opens her mouth to retort but then clamps it shut, and her chin quivers as tears spill over her lashes.
I can’t sit still anymore. Zachary’s fury is like a storm that won’t break. But Ella doesn’t need a lecture right now, even though it was her own deeds that brought her trouble. Still, she needs sympathy.
I move to sit beside her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay,” I say softly. “You don’t have to feel bad for wanting happiness. Just breathe. You’re safe now. You’re home.”
“R-Really?” Ella lifts her tear-filled eyes to mine. I place my hand over hers, giving it a light squeeze. “What happened tonight was scary, but it’s over.”
Before she can respond, the temper king’s cold voice cuts through the air. “And who do you think you are to tolerate my sister?”
I meet his glare. “I’m someone who sees a girl who’s been through enough for one night. Maybe you could save the lecture for another time. She’s still in trauma.”
Zachary steps closer, tilting his head as he glares down at me. “You have no business interfering in family matters. Who even are you to speak to me like that? Why were you with my sister in the first place?”
I force myself to hold his gaze. “I work at that nightclub.”
He scoffs. “Of course. No wonder she got into trouble. She shouldn’t have been anywhere near someone like you. You’re a bad influence.”
My chest tightens, and my face burns with shame. I want to defend myself, to yell at him for his unfair judgment, but I swallow my words. Ella doesn’t need more confrontation.
Ella’s voice trembles with anger as she squeezes my hand. “Don’t talk about her like that! If it weren’t for her, I don’t know what would’ve happened to me tonight. She got me out of there. She protected me when no one else could. At least she cared enough to help even if she doesn’t know me. You? You were too busy with your meetings to even notice I was gone! She doesn’t deserve your insults.”
I thought Zachary would explode with anger. But instead, he only runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head as he pulls a phone from his pocket. "What is it this time? I'm busy!"
When he listens to the other line, his jaw clenches as though he's receiving bad news. I watch as he turns his back and speaks into the phone. "What did you say? The Valetti family is in town? Do it properly and be discreet. We don't want any trouble with them for now."
I don’t know what it is, but as he ends the call with a curt nod, the impact of his presence shifts.
—
An hour later, Ella is fast asleep, her hand loosely curled around mine. She insisted I stay until she drifted off, and now that she’s resting, I quietly rise and make my way toward the door.
“I should go now,” I say softly to Zachary, who stands by the window.
“Wait.”
His voice stops me in my tracks, and I slowly turn around. "What?"
“Have dinner with me.”
I blink, unsure if I’ve heard him correctly. “Dinner?”
"That's what I said."
“No, thank you. I should—”
Before I can finish, he strides over, grabs my wrist, and steers me toward the dining room. “You’re eating,” he says.
Soon, I’m seated at a glossy table that looks like it belongs in a magazine. Zach places a plate of food in front of me and sits across from me.
“Eat,” he orders. “Don't worry. I don't intend to poison you.”
I frown at his sarcasm but realize how starving I am. The events of the evening have drained me completely. Picking up a fork, I ask, “What about Ella?”
“She’ll eat when she wakes up,” he replies.
I nod, unsure of what to say. His sudden generosity confuses me. What has changed?
As we eat, he speaks again. “Why are you working in a nightclub? It doesn’t match your qualifications.”
I freeze, the food suddenly heavy in my mouth. Of course, he’s looked at my résumé. Swallowing hard, I choose my words carefully. “I’ve been working there since high school. It helped me pay for my studies, and now... well, my mother is sick. I need the money for her medical bills.”
I don’t look at him, afraid of the judgment I might see. But when I finally dare to glance up, he gives a small nod. “I see.”
Not wanting to draw any more attention to myself, I eat quickly, hoping to finish and leave. But as I reach for my glass of water, Zach’s sharp eyes catch something I hadn’t noticed.
“You’re bleeding,” he says, standing abruptly.
“What?” I ask, then gasp when I notice the bandage on my hand has a small spot of blood seeping through. I clench my fist, trying to hide it from Zach’s gaze. Although I begin to panic inwardly, I say, “It’s nothing. I’ll take care of it later.”
Without a word, he’s already moving toward a cabinet, and he’s back with a first aid kit in hand. “Give me your hand.”
“What? No, it’s really not—”
“I said give me your hand. I can only deal with one stubborn head tonight!”
Reluctantly, I extend my injured hand. He unwraps the bandage carefully, his brow furrowing when he sees the wound. “This is infected. Why did you abandon it like this?”
“I didn’t think it was that bad,” I mumble.
Zach shakes his head, grabbing antiseptic and cotton. “Stay still,” he orders.
"Wait. Hold on. I can—oww!"
The way he delicately swabs the wound quiets me. His fingers remain firm as he works, and the iodine-soaked cotton feels cool to the touch, especially when he leans down and blows gently on the wound to soothe the stinging sensation. I’m astounded by how tenderly his fingers brush against mine.
Then, out of the blue, he whispers, “I’m sorry for how I treated you yesterday.”
His sudden apology stops me cold. I stare at him, unsure if I’ve heard him correctly. His hands are still steady as he secures the fresh bandage on my hand.
“Wait, what?” I ask.
“I said I’m sorry,” he repeats. “It also covers what I said earlier—about you being a bad influence on my sister. And seeing how you’ve handled her, I realize I misjudged you.”
I blink, trying to process his words. This isn’t the Zachary Langston I’ve come to know—the cold, judgmental man who has no problem hurling insults without hesitation. Should I feel scared? What if he's trying to make me feel better because he's going to kill me and dump my body in the woods?
Finally, he released my hand when his small operation was complete. "Make an effort to clean it, and take some pain medications as well."
“I… I will. Thank you,” I say quietly, gazing down at my bandaged hand. It was beautifully wrapped, like a doctor had done it. "I appreciate your help."
When I look up, I find him staring back at me.
“You’re welcome,” he says. But he doesn’t look away, and neither do I.
“You’re staring,” I say.
He tilts his head slightly. “Maybe I am.”
I blink. “Why?”
“I’m trying to figure you out,” he admits, leaning back slightly in his chair but never breaking eye contact. “You don’t fit into any of the neat little boxes I expect people to fall into. You're complicated.”
“Complicated?” I repeat.
“Complicated isn’t a bad thing,” he says. “It’s intriguing.”
“I think you’ve got me all wrong."
“Do I? You’re not as easy to dismiss as I thought. And that is frustrating.”
“Frustrating? Me?”
“Yes,” he says, his gaze dropping briefly to my lips before snapping back up to meet my eyes. “You’re infuriatingly hard to ignore.”
My breath catches, and I suddenly realize I’ve been leaning forward. I quickly pull back. I seem to have been cast under a spell. "You are confusing, Mr. Langston," I finally said.
He chuckles, tapping the table with his fingers. “I could say the same about you, Miss Hale. But if you find me confusing, it’s only because you make me feel things I didn’t expect. And you've managed to get under my skin.”
My lips part, but no sound comes out. I can’t look away from him, can’t move, can’t breathe. But then shame prickles along my skin, and I look down at the table. “I should go,” I say, pushing my chair back abruptly and standing. “Thank you for the food and for this.” I gesture to my freshly bandaged hand.
“I’ll have my driver take you home."
I shake my head. “That’s not necessary. My truck is waiting. Goodnight, Mr. Langston, and please tell Ella I'm pleased to meet her."
Without giving him a chance to argue, I hurry out of the penthouse. The elevator doors slide open as soon as I press the button, and I step inside.
But before the elevator door closes, I catch a peek of him standing at the end of the hallway. His hands are in his pockets, and his jaw is tight. He doesn't call out to me again, but his sharp look stays on me.
I've decided to go home instead of continuing my duty at the bar. This has been a long night, and even though I know I should stay and finish my shift, I just can't bring myself to do it. My mind is exhausted, and I need some rest before facing another day of work tomorrow. Besides, Mom has no one to take care of her at home.When I finally burst through the door, I’m hit by a cold silence. The air feels thick, too still, like something’s terribly wrong.“Mom?” I call, stepping further into the living room.But then my blood turns to ice as I see her lying unconscious on the floor. She's crumpled like a rag doll, and her face is pale.“Mom!” I cry out, rushing to her side. I kneel beside her, trembling, my hands shaking as I press them to her cold skin. There’s no movement. I scramble for my phone, hoping to call for help, but when I swipe it on, my stomach drops. The screen is black. Completely dead."No, no, no!"I push myself up and rush to the door, my eyes darting around the hal
"Really, you're staying with me for good?" Ella shrieks the moment I step into her bedroom. She throws her arms around me, and for a second, I forget how out of place I feel here. "I can't believe Zach had convinced you!"Well, he did more than convincing. He blackmailed me."I just want to make sure you're not going to those places anymore, Ella. I'll be happy if you're safe," I say softly, hugging her back. Over her shoulder, I glance at Zachary, who leans against the wall with his arms crossed. His sharp, hazel eyes are locked on me, sending goosebumps down my arms.Ella's smile grows, but Zachary clears his throat before I can say anything else. "You have other things to attend to, Clara."I stiffen. Right. I still have to quit my job at the nightclub and clean out my things. I turn back to Ella and attempt a smile. "I'll be right back, okay? I just need to go get my stuff.”Ella's face falls. "You're leaving already? Can't you stay a little longer?"Her voice is so small it nearl
The flashing red and blue lights from the police cars make everything feel surreal. I stand frozen near the car, hugging myself against the chill that seems to seep into my bones. My gaze keeps drifting to Zachary, who's talking to the officers a few feet away.The officers seem uncomfortable in his presence, even though Zachary's voice remains calm. One of them hesitates before nodding at something he says, scribbling notes furiously on a pad. The exchange feels more like an order being issued than a report being taken.A sign is being nailed to the club's front door: CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. Regardless, the relief I expect doesn't come.Zachary steps back toward me. "Okay?"I nod quickly. "I'm good now. Thanks to you."His eyes narrow at me, and he lets out a frustrated sigh. "Good? You call that good? You insisted on returning alone to a cheap nightclub with a pervert manager. What happens if I didn’t come with you?""I'm sorry," I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself tighte
What if Ella blames me for what happened to Zachary? Or the whole Langston family?The image of him collapsing replays in my mind over and over. The blood, the way his face went pale. I can’t stop thinking about how lifeless he looked, how close I came to breaking down in that moment.Tears sting my eyes, but I fight them back. Crying won’t change anything, but I have no one to confide in, so my tears fall in silence.An hour later, a doctor walks over. She’s middle-aged, wearing a lab coat, and looks tired. She gives a tired smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.“Mr. Langston is stable. He’s awake and recovering well. The wound isn’t as bad as it looked, but he’ll need time to heal.”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Relief floods through me, and my legs almost give out, but I hold myself up. “Can I see him?”The doctor hesitates a moment before nodding. “He’s in recovery, but don’t expect him to be in the best mood."I nod, barely able to speak. My heart is still pou
"Oh, Zach… That's the spot…"This is not how I thought my long-awaited job interview would go. Being stuck in this bathroom with my hurt hand and hearing the clear sounds of kissing and a zipper coming undone makes my heart want to burst.How did I even end up in this situation? IJust yesterday, I was overjoyed when I received a call from the prominent company inviting me for an interview. Now all I can think of is how to gracefully leave this embarrassing scenario without causing a scene.I press myself against the bathroom counter, hoping they won’t notice me. But my clumsiness strikes again. My elbow knocks over a perfume bottle, and it clatters loudly.Now, I’m so dead.“Did you hear that?”“What do you mean?”“I heard something. Someone’s here, Zach.”“It’s just us. No one else is on this floor.”“I’m certain of it. Hold on, I’ll check it out.”The sound of heels clicking closer makes me pace back and forth like a headless chicken. Oh God, please save me. I promise I’ll be bette
“Clara, are you okay?”I look up to see the manager leaning on the counter, his brown eyes studying me. “You’ve been wiping that same spot for ten minutes.”My hands freeze in the middle of a swipe. After that, I go back to the bottles behind the bar and line them up. “Sorry. I’m just distracted.”“So, did you get the job at that fancy hotel?”“I was rejected,” I say with a shrug.He frowns. “Their loss. Anyway, why would you want to work in that hotel? And for someone like Zachary Langston? He’s known for being a heartless jerk. I’ve heard plenty about him, but people still think he’s perfect because he’s rich and powerful. Life’s not fair for common folks like us.”I stiffen. Mr. Cooper is too close, but I can’t bring myself to say anything. He’s always been kind, and I don’t want to read into his actions.My phone vibrates in my pocket, giving me an excuse to step away from the uncomfortable conversation. “Excuse me, Mr. Cooper. I have to get this. It’s from the hospital,” I mumble
What if Ella blames me for what happened to Zachary? Or the whole Langston family?The image of him collapsing replays in my mind over and over. The blood, the way his face went pale. I can’t stop thinking about how lifeless he looked, how close I came to breaking down in that moment.Tears sting my eyes, but I fight them back. Crying won’t change anything, but I have no one to confide in, so my tears fall in silence.An hour later, a doctor walks over. She’s middle-aged, wearing a lab coat, and looks tired. She gives a tired smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.“Mr. Langston is stable. He’s awake and recovering well. The wound isn’t as bad as it looked, but he’ll need time to heal.”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Relief floods through me, and my legs almost give out, but I hold myself up. “Can I see him?”The doctor hesitates a moment before nodding. “He’s in recovery, but don’t expect him to be in the best mood."I nod, barely able to speak. My heart is still pou
The flashing red and blue lights from the police cars make everything feel surreal. I stand frozen near the car, hugging myself against the chill that seems to seep into my bones. My gaze keeps drifting to Zachary, who's talking to the officers a few feet away.The officers seem uncomfortable in his presence, even though Zachary's voice remains calm. One of them hesitates before nodding at something he says, scribbling notes furiously on a pad. The exchange feels more like an order being issued than a report being taken.A sign is being nailed to the club's front door: CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. Regardless, the relief I expect doesn't come.Zachary steps back toward me. "Okay?"I nod quickly. "I'm good now. Thanks to you."His eyes narrow at me, and he lets out a frustrated sigh. "Good? You call that good? You insisted on returning alone to a cheap nightclub with a pervert manager. What happens if I didn’t come with you?""I'm sorry," I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself tighte
"Really, you're staying with me for good?" Ella shrieks the moment I step into her bedroom. She throws her arms around me, and for a second, I forget how out of place I feel here. "I can't believe Zach had convinced you!"Well, he did more than convincing. He blackmailed me."I just want to make sure you're not going to those places anymore, Ella. I'll be happy if you're safe," I say softly, hugging her back. Over her shoulder, I glance at Zachary, who leans against the wall with his arms crossed. His sharp, hazel eyes are locked on me, sending goosebumps down my arms.Ella's smile grows, but Zachary clears his throat before I can say anything else. "You have other things to attend to, Clara."I stiffen. Right. I still have to quit my job at the nightclub and clean out my things. I turn back to Ella and attempt a smile. "I'll be right back, okay? I just need to go get my stuff.”Ella's face falls. "You're leaving already? Can't you stay a little longer?"Her voice is so small it nearl
I've decided to go home instead of continuing my duty at the bar. This has been a long night, and even though I know I should stay and finish my shift, I just can't bring myself to do it. My mind is exhausted, and I need some rest before facing another day of work tomorrow. Besides, Mom has no one to take care of her at home.When I finally burst through the door, I’m hit by a cold silence. The air feels thick, too still, like something’s terribly wrong.“Mom?” I call, stepping further into the living room.But then my blood turns to ice as I see her lying unconscious on the floor. She's crumpled like a rag doll, and her face is pale.“Mom!” I cry out, rushing to her side. I kneel beside her, trembling, my hands shaking as I press them to her cold skin. There’s no movement. I scramble for my phone, hoping to call for help, but when I swipe it on, my stomach drops. The screen is black. Completely dead."No, no, no!"I push myself up and rush to the door, my eyes darting around the hal
I sit on the edge of the couch, feeling completely out of place. Mr. Grumpy paces the room while his sharp gaze flicks between Ella and the floor. Ella curls up on the opposite couch, hugging her knees tightly. She insisted I stay, so here I am—an unwelcome witness to their family drama, frozen and unsure of what to do or say.“I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand. I just wanted to spend time with my friends and let loose for a bit.”Zachary pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. “And for that, I canceled an important meeting because I was worried sick about you. Do you even realize what you’re doing to yourself and to me?”Ella’s shoulders tense. “You and everyone else in this family are always too busy with work. No one asks how I feel or what I want. You all treat me like a child but expect me to act like an adult. How is that fair?”"Newsflash—life isn’t fair, princess. It’s not supposed to be. We’re trying to protect you, to keep you safe, because you clearly can’t
“Clara, are you okay?”I look up to see the manager leaning on the counter, his brown eyes studying me. “You’ve been wiping that same spot for ten minutes.”My hands freeze in the middle of a swipe. After that, I go back to the bottles behind the bar and line them up. “Sorry. I’m just distracted.”“So, did you get the job at that fancy hotel?”“I was rejected,” I say with a shrug.He frowns. “Their loss. Anyway, why would you want to work in that hotel? And for someone like Zachary Langston? He’s known for being a heartless jerk. I’ve heard plenty about him, but people still think he’s perfect because he’s rich and powerful. Life’s not fair for common folks like us.”I stiffen. Mr. Cooper is too close, but I can’t bring myself to say anything. He’s always been kind, and I don’t want to read into his actions.My phone vibrates in my pocket, giving me an excuse to step away from the uncomfortable conversation. “Excuse me, Mr. Cooper. I have to get this. It’s from the hospital,” I mumble
"Oh, Zach… That's the spot…"This is not how I thought my long-awaited job interview would go. Being stuck in this bathroom with my hurt hand and hearing the clear sounds of kissing and a zipper coming undone makes my heart want to burst.How did I even end up in this situation? IJust yesterday, I was overjoyed when I received a call from the prominent company inviting me for an interview. Now all I can think of is how to gracefully leave this embarrassing scenario without causing a scene.I press myself against the bathroom counter, hoping they won’t notice me. But my clumsiness strikes again. My elbow knocks over a perfume bottle, and it clatters loudly.Now, I’m so dead.“Did you hear that?”“What do you mean?”“I heard something. Someone’s here, Zach.”“It’s just us. No one else is on this floor.”“I’m certain of it. Hold on, I’ll check it out.”The sound of heels clicking closer makes me pace back and forth like a headless chicken. Oh God, please save me. I promise I’ll be bette