I didn't even bother asking who she was. With that tight dress and way too much makeup, it was obvious she wasn't his real girlfriend—just some fling for the night.Once Steve was gone, I glanced back at my coffee jelly, only to realize Hayden had eaten the rest."Let's grab something else," Hayden said, not the least bit apologetic.I clenched my jaw. "Sure, whatever."He dragged me over to a food truck selling some kind of soup, and this time, he ordered two bowls. At least he didn't steal from mine again—probably because it was not cold food.So, it wasn't even about him liking the coffee jelly. He just didn't want me to eat too much of it..This guy could be so annoying, but I had to admit—he was weirdly thoughtful.After we finished the soup, we kept walking, passing stalls selling vintage clothes, handmade crafts, and potted plants.At some point, I ended up grabbing two flower pots for Hayden. "Your place is seriously dead. Thought these might liven it up a bit.""Oh, s
Jace's expression mirrored mine—totally frozen.Ever since we broke up, it seemed like every time we crossed paths, it was some messy, dramatic scene that left us both pissed.And now, here I was, laughing and messing around with Hayden, while he had Tanya glued to his side.This was the same Jace who swore up and down he was done with her. Honestly, the whole "guys and their lying tongues" thing? Never felt more real.I only hesitated for a second before forcing myself to look away. Some people are just better off not seen. Out of sight, out of mind, right?Hayden, on the other hand, acted like Jace wasn't even in the room. He gently took my hand—not to grab my phone this time, but to say, "If you wanna take pics, just ask. I'll make sure I look good."His voice had that teasing vibe, the kind that made you wonder if there was something more going on. For a second, it almost felt like we were couple.That must've set Jace off because he stormed forward. "Rea, come outside with
As I listened to Tanya and the nurse chat, I found out she'd taken a nasty fall at the amusement park earlier today, messing with her pregnancy.In the end, something did happen to her. But really, who was she gonna blame? 'You reap what you sow' fits her situation perfectly.After the nurse got her IV set up, Tanya and Jace sat down right across from Hayden and me.It was clear Jace wasn't about to let this go tonight.At first, he didn't say anything, just glared in our direction.Hayden and I acted like he didn't even exist. But we both knew he wasn't gonna stay quiet forever.Sure enough, barely two minutes passed before Jace spoke up, his voice dripping with accusation. "Rea, what's the deal with bringing him back to my home tonight?"I'd already guessed he was gonna lose it over what happened this evening, and he just proved me right.I stayed calm, my face blank. "It means I'm starting a new life."Jace let out a scoff, his eyes flicking disdainfully toward Hayden. "Wit
Hayden's body went rigid when I kissed him. Clearly, he hadn't expected me to be that bold, but within seconds, his hand found my waist, pulling me closer.I pulled back, smirking up at him. "That's your reward for being such a good patient."As soon as the words left my mouth, a memory of Jace hit me—back when he was sick and had to get an injection. He'd always been terrified of needles, so much that he'd rather suffer through the illness than set foot in a hospital.For Jace, getting a shot was like facing his worst nightmare. He'd practically throw a fit, almost crying at the idea of it. Every time, I had to coax him for what felt like forever, treating him like a kid—covering his eyes, distracting him with random stories, even letting him bite my arm once just to get through it.After every hospital trip, it felt like I'd just survived some epic battle. And, of course, Jace would expect a reward afterward—whether it was a dance, a song, or some kind of gift.Whenever he was s
I froze.I hadn't thought about that.Probably not. I mean, I haven't kissed many people. Even with Jace, who I crushed on for ages, I only ever stole kisses when he was sick, half-asleep, or passed out drunk. And even then, it was just on his cheek or the back of his hand.But earlier with Hayden... our lips actually touched. That wasn't something Jace and I did much.Jace used to kiss me on the cheek or forehead all the time, but a real kiss? Lips meeting, like really kissing? There was only one time.I remember him saying, "Rea, we're too close. I just can't do it."The truth was, he just didn't love me enough. Someone once told me that when two people kiss, and it's real—like lips and tongues tangling—it's all dopamine. It's supposed to be uncontrollable.If you can control it, well, that means you're just not that into them."I don't like hypotheticals," I finally said to Hayden.His jaw tightened, and I watched his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. "But I want to know."
"It's me!"A familiar voice echoed down the hallway.I grabbed the railing, coming to a sudden stop. All the tension drained out of me in an instant.A second later, I turned around and saw Hayden standing there, half-hidden in the shadows.The awkwardness from earlier still hung in the air, thick and uncomfortable. I didn't know what to say, so I went with annoyed—always a safe move. "Do you even realize how creepy you look just standing there like that?"He just grunted. That one sound.God, it was frustrating. He had no idea how cold and dismissive that little "mm" came off, and it drove me insane.I was ready to snap at him again, but then he spoke, his voice low and soft. "It won't happen again."That shut me up.I pulled out my keys, turning to unlock my door. Just as the key slid into the lock, his voice came again, low and quiet. "I had the wrong idea tonight. It won't happen again."Wait, what?I froze, glancing back, but he was already slipping into his half-open d
I chuckled and nodded. "Just trying to catch up on all the company stuff as fast as I can.""I get it, but you're coming in way too early. You know we don't do overtime, right?" Ron joked.I smiled a little. "Yeah, it's voluntary.""That's why you're a department head. If everyone was as dedicated as you, OceanixCorp would be unstoppable." His flattery was almost laughable, but with Ron, it was hard to tell if he was joking or serious, so I never really took it to heart."But seriously," he added, his tone shifting, "the company can't run on your back alone. I've noticed how hard you've been working, and I've already let the higher-ups know. The boss said no more of this early morning routine. If you burn out, it'd be a real loss for the company."So, just like that, Ron had made sure I couldn't sneak in those early hours anymore.But that was fine. I didn't feel the need to dodge Hayden anymore. He hadn't left breakfast at my door for the past few days, so I figured he'd finally
The mysterious big boss of OceanixCorp—always out of sight, yet somehow knew everything.Jace's anger flipped to Ron in an instant. "No deal? Do you even know who you're talking to? Do you know who I am?"Right then, Jace was the perfect example of an arrogant, new-money jerk.Ron, casually sipping his water like some old pro, smiled that polite but totally patronizing smile. "Oh, my boss knows exactly who you are. That's why he's not going forward with this deal."It was barely anything, but it hit Jace hard.Jace looked like he was gonna explode. His eyes narrowed, and he practically hissed, "Who the hell is your boss? Does he not want to do business in Seavora anymore?""Mmm, my boss said even if he couldn't do business in Seavora, he still wouldn't work with you," Ron's voice was smooth, but there was a sharpness beneath the polite surface.Jace's face turned an ugly shade of purple. "Fine! Just wait. And tell your so-called boss the same.""Will do," Ron replied. "Oh, and
“What did Sasha come to talk to you about?” That evening, as Hayden dried Keira's hair, he asked her softly. He rarely pried, but he must have noticed her low spirits ever since Sasha left and figured something was on her mind. “Do you think the Drago family’s influence has been completely eradicated?” Keira asked, her question making Hayden pause mid-motion. “On the surface, it seems so,” he replied, turning off the hairdryer. “But Thorsten had loyal confidants over the years. It’s possible there are still remnants left unchecked. Did Sasha notice something?” Keira shook her head slightly. “She told me she opened a private bank account, one that no one knows about. She said if anything happens to her—if she’s gone suddenly or meets with some accident—I should ensure the money is kept for Nina.” Hayden frowned, his gaze turning serious. “For her to bring this up out of nowhere, something must be wrong. Do you think she’s worried the Drago family's remnants might target her?
When Keira's parents first passed away, she missed them so much it felt like self-inflicted torture. She clawed at my own skin until it bled, as if the physical pain could dull the ache of losing them. The saying "longing cuts to the bone" couldn’t be truer. “She’s impossible—just like her father, stubborn as a mule,” Sasha muttered. Patience had never been her strong suit. “Bring her here next weekend when she’s not at school,” Keira offered. “I like Nina.” “Great, I’ll pay you babysitting fees.” Keira gave her a faint smile. “My rates are very high, you know.” They strolled around the courtyard, and Keira eventually led her to a tea table where they sat down. She started preparing tea for her, letting the tranquil act of brewing set the tone. “Keira,” she suddenly said, her tone unusually serious. “You’re living such a peaceful and carefree life now.” Around the fire, brewing tea—it wasn’t just about the drink itself. It was about savoring the taste, reflecting on lif
What an entrance! Everyone turned to look at the source of the bold voice. A tall woman strutted in, dressed in a mix of luxury and extravagance: a fur coat on top, leather pants on the bottom, and a pair of oversized sunglasses perched on her nose. No one seemed to recognize her, and whispers began to ripple through the courtyard. “Who is she?” One of the bolder ones shot Hayden a look and joked, “Is this one of your unresolved affairs?” Unfazed, Hayden replied calmly, “She’s not here for me.” Keira, however, wasn’t surprised by the woman's sudden appearance. Nor did she hold back. “Who are you, and why would we need to notify you?” This remark drew curious glances toward her. The woman, unfazed, swayed her hips dramatically and smirked. “You’re acting all high and mighty already, and you’re not even Mrs. Hart yet?” Her words immediately shifted the attention to Hayden. It was a clear jab at him for not having formally married Keira yet, suggesting he’d shortchanged he
When Keira first learned that Jace had entered the Carthusian monastery, she didn’t understand. She even thought he was doing it for Abbot Levinsky or because he had become disillusioned with life after the family turmoil. Only now did she realize he knew his time was limited. He had gone there to spend the remainder of his days in peace. Jace lived his life with pride and abandon. He had stood at the pinnacle, admired by all, and had also fallen from grace when love led him astray. He had once gone to extremes to win her back and later turned against his own brother to protect her. His life was brief—only a third as long as others’—but it burned brightly, full of passion and color. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how much she missed him, he was gone. - When Gavin arrived and learned of Jace’s passing, tears streamed down his face. Then, in a sudden outburst, he slapped himself twice. "It’s all my fault. How could I not have noticed something was wrong with him?" "Y
Keira couldn’t accept that Jace was gone. That he had chosen to leave like this. Even though he said it was his way of taking responsibility for himself, she couldn’t reconcile it. And his illness? Keira knew nothing about it... No! She had noticed. The blood he coughed up in front of her, the nosebleeds, the repeated hospital stays, his increasingly thin frame—these were all signs. But she ignored them. She didn’t care enough, didn’t pay attention enough, and brushed it all aside. Though the romantic love between Jace and Keira had long since faded, he remained one of the most important people in her life. He was her family. He was there as she grew up, bringing her warm sugar water when she had her first period, standing up for her and kicking bullies away without hesitation. Jace wasn’t just a past lover. He was the person who witnessed her youth, shared her journey, and taught her how to navigate life. And now, he had slipped out of her world without a word, witho
Hayden’s dedication to the courtyard was no less than hers. On any other day, Keira would have been thrilled to follow his lead and share in the excitement. But today, she couldn’t muster any enthusiasm. Her attention was fixed entirely on the temple gates. Even as the sun rose higher into the sky, the gates remained shut, and the unease in her heart grew heavier. When Abbot Levinsky was still here, he opened the gates every morning without fail. After Jace arrived, he took over the task and once told her that opening the temple gates each day was like opening the door to one’s heart. But today... why hadn’t he come? Was he unwell? The thought sent a ripple of panic through her. Unable to wait any longer, Keira stepped forward and knocked on the door. After what felt like an eternity, someone finally answered—a lay disciple living at the monastery. "Apologies," he said with a slight bow. "Master Gregory might have overslept today." Gregory. That was Jace’s monastic name
They say what you thought about during the day would appear in your dreams at night. The night before Keira planned to visit Jace, she dreamed of him. He stood at the foot of her bed, dressed in a pure white monk’s robe. "Rea, look at me," he said softly. Hearing his voice, Keira opened her eyes. The moment she saw him, she felt a wave of disorientation, as if the person before her wasn’t him but a celestial being descended from the heavens. "Why are you here? I was just about to visit you," Keira said, sitting up slowly. "Mm, I know. That’s why I came to see you first," Jace replied. He was the same as Keira remembered, but thinner, and an air of ethereal detachment clung to him. "But you didn’t answer my calls. I was so worried about you," Keira said with a smile, though her heart felt heavy, as though something was pressing down on it. "My fault," he said, reaching out to pat her head. "But from now on, you don’t need to worry about me anymore." "Jace, I bought a cou
“Afraid I’ll steal their jobs?” Hayden teased, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “They’re just curious,” Keira replied, watching him deftly sand the wood. “How do you know how to do all this? Have you done it before?” Hayden paused his work. “Yeah, I’ve done all this before.” Keira handed him a bottle of water, brushing the wood shavings off his face as she sat beside him. “Don’t tell me you used to make a living doing this.” Hayden took a sip of water. “I did. I made money this way to pay for my tuition and cover Yuna’s medical bills. Otherwise, my mom would’ve had too much to bear on her own.” Hearing him mention this, Keira couldn’t help but think about the deaths of his father and my parents. But those things were in the past. Instead, Keira focused on his age back then. “You couldn’t have been very old at the time, right?” “Eleven or twelve,” Hayden said. “But I was already tall—just skinny. When I went to construction sites, people thought I was fifteen or sixteen
When Lena arrived and took in the sight before her, she uttered three simple words: “You’re insane.” To anyone else, Keira probably did look insane—spending a million dollars on a dilapidated courtyard. The walls were crumbling, the roof had gaping holes, and the yard was overrun with weeds. "This is what people mean by to carry water to the sea. I’ve finally seen it with my own eyes," Lena grumbled as she scanned the mess with a look of utter disappointment. "If you’ve got money to burn, why not donate it to someone who actually needs it?" Keira didn’t bother defending herself. She just smiled and said, “Give me a month. You won’t even recognize this place.” Lena sighed heavily. "Sure, you can fix it up, but why not just buy a new property and build from scratch? Why insist on renovating this pile of rubble?" "Sure, it’s a mess now, but it’s got character. Renovating something old brings out a charm you can’t recreate with something new. Just wait—you’ll witness a miracle,"