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
"Do you have any information about the big boss?" If I couldn't meet him, at least knowing his name would clear up some of the mystery.Ron glanced up at me. "Getting curious about the boss now?""Yeah, he's way too mysterious. It makes people naturally curious," I admitted.Ron finished grinding the coffee beans and brought them up to his nose for a sniff. "Smells good."Then, looking at me, he offered, "How about I brew you a cup?""No, thanks." I didn't have time to drink coffee. My curiosity about the elusive CEO of this company had already taken over my thoughts.Ron, undeterred, lifted the jar of freshly ground coffee beans toward me. "These are from the boss himself. You sure you don't want to try some?""I'd rather meet him in person than drink the coffee he sent," I said bluntly, voicing my true thoughts.Ron just laughed, not saying a word.His laugh totally threw me off. "What's so funny? Did I say something ridiculous, or am I just missing the joke here?"He shook
That really gave me a scare.Demi's voice had my heart racing instantly. "What happened? Take a breath and tell me what's going on.""Some guys showed up at the amusement park looking for Mr. Hart. A whole group of them, covered in tattoos—scary looking."Hearing that actually made me relax a bit.At least it wasn't some other serious accident.From the way she described it, it sounded like just some punks trying to start trouble with Hayden.Even though Demi was clearly freaked out, and yeah, the guys sounded pretty intimidating, I wasn't exactly worried.Because Hayden? He could handle himself.That unshakable faith I had in him—it kind of confused me too. But deep down, I just knew no one could hurt him."Have they done anything yet?" I asked."No, not yet. They haven't found Mr. Hart, but they're asking around. It won't be long before they track him down," Demi's voice was shaky. "What should we do? Should we call the police?"I thought for a second. "Go find Mr. Hart an
The words felt weirdly familiar—like something I'd just heard earlier today. Not straight from Ron, but him quoting the big boss.My eyes drifted to Hayden, and for a second, I wondered. But from what I knew about him, there was no way he had any connection to the mysterious CEO."Tough guy, huh?" The bald leader let out this cold, almost amused laugh. "Let's see what being tough costs you today."He cracked his neck, each pop sounding like a warning, before giving the command. "Smash it!"In seconds, his crew started wrecking the amusement park. But Hayden didn't move an inch. I knew why.He wasn't scared. He was calculating. These guys weren't just wrecking the park for fun—this was a direct hit on Jace's business. The stakes just got real.Right on cue, the amusement park's security team rushed in. They might not have cared about stepping in for Hayden, but when it came to protecting the park? That was their job.Even though the intruders were tough, they were outnumbered, an
"What's going on here?"Jace's voice sliced through the air, icy and commanding.Gone was the shameless guy who'd been messing with me back at OceanixCorp.People always said women could switch their attitudes in a snap, but guys? They were no different.The head of security, still looking freaked out from whatever went down earlier, rushed over and explained everything, his voice shaky.Jace's gaze locked onto Hayden. "So, all of this is because of Mr. Hart's personal grudge?"I could already tell Jace was gonna twist this to come after Hayden, and I had a bad feeling about it.But Hayden didn't even flinch. Jace's lips curled into this smug, mocking smile. "That right, Mr. Hart?""Yeah," Hayden said.Jace bent down, picking up a broken piece of debris from the ground. "So, how do you think we should handle this?""What do you want?" Hayden clearly saw through Jace's intentions.I stayed quiet. Saying anything now would only make things worse.If it weren't for me, Jace wo
Perhaps he had made the announcement and left early to avoid any awkward encounters. Lena’s mind spun with possibilities as she made her way downstairs and into the courtyard. "Good morning, my dearest Grandpa, Grandma, and Mother." Their moods were bright, so she decided to match their cheerfulness. "Awake already?" her grandmother responded first. Lena ran over to her, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and planting a kiss. "Grandma, you smell amazing." "Of course I do! I used the perfume Xandra gave me—it’s from the Little Carriage collection. Isn’t it divine?" her grandmother replied with a proud smile. The "Little Carriage" her grandmother referred to was a designer perfume brand. Her grandmother had always loved dressing up, doing her makeup, and using YSL international perfumes. Xandra clearly knew how to cater to her tastes. No doubt Aaron had told her exactly what to buy. Lena moved over to Briana, wrapping her in a hug as well and lowering her voice to ask
Lena had been feigning sleep so perfectly, yet who would’ve thought Aaron would pull a move like this? What was she supposed to do now? She didn’t dare move. Any movement would make things even more awkward. So, she kept up the act, letting Aaron carry her upstairs and open her bedroom door. Her face was pressed against his chest, so she discreetly opened her eyes, but all she could see was his white shirt and catch the clean, refreshing scent of pinewood on him. Yes, pinewood. It wasn’t the scent of makeup, nor was it perfume. Did this mean he hadn’t hugged Xandra? That nothing intimate had happened between them? The thought barely crossed her mind before she mentally rolled her eyes at herself. What are you thinking? If he hugged or kissed his girlfriend, wouldn’t that be completely normal? Lena, come to your senses! This is your Uncle Aaron. Whether he’s part of the Ace family or not, he’s still your Uncle Aaron. Uncle Aaron… As she repeated the title in her mind
"You silly girl, what nonsense are you spouting?" Briana gave Lena a light slap on the arm. "Mom, if I marry Uncle Aaron, then he won’t have a reason to leave, right? Isn’t that a good thing?" Lena continued to test the waters. "Good thing? What good is there in that? Do you have any idea how many people would gossip about you, me, and the Ace family if that happened?" Briana’s concerns mirrored Lena’s own fears. "But Uncle Aaron has already stated that he’s no longer part of the Ace family. Who would still have anything to say?" Lena argued, trying to persuade her mother. Briana shook her head. "People will always find something to gossip about. Even if he’s not part of the Ace family, they’ll still wag their tongues." "Didn’t you always say, ‘Walk your own path and let others talk’? Let them say what they want. It’s not like we’re losing a piece of flesh," Lena quipped, spouting her own brand of twisted logic. Briana finally realized something was off. She twisted Lena’s
"I'm just amazed that pregnancy has made you smarter. Most people say pregnancy makes women forgetful for three years," Hayden teased Keira with a rare grin. Keira gave him a gentle kick. "Did Aaron ask you to pass on his thoughts?" "No, it's just what I think," Hayden replied earnestly. He would never lie to her. Keira sighed softly. "Love between two people isn’t something outsiders can meddle with. But maybe Aaron’s actions today will help Lena realize what’s in her heart." "Let’s wait and see," Hayden said, finishing the massage before applying lotion and stretch mark cream to Keira's belly. "Baby, give Dad a little kick," Hayden said, stroking her belly. Right after he spoke, the baby really did kick. Keira couldn’t help but laugh; this little one was so obedient to their dad. "Just a few kicks, alright? Mommy needs to sleep, so don’t bother her," Hayden instructed. The baby obediently kicked a few more times before settling down. Keira was curious. "I think our ba
Keira stared at the messages Lena had just sent her. She could sense something was up, so she immediately called her, but Lena declined the call. Instead, she replied with another message: [I’m at my grandparents’ house, and my mother is here too.] Keira had no choice but to keep texting her: [Did Aaron upset you today?] Lena sent Keira a string of ellipses. That endless row of dots made her even more curious. [What happened exactly?] Keira pressed. Lena replied: [He brought his girlfriend home today.] After sending that message, she also sent Keira a screenshot of a payment receipt and added: [Spot the highlight.] Keira zoomed in on the image and finally noticed the note: Name Change Fee. [Wow, how generous! 600,000 dollars just for a name change fee. What did you call her to make it worth that much?] Keira was shocked. Lena then sent Keira a voice message, explaining the situation in detail. At the end, she added: [He used to tell me how long he’d liked me, but now he’s
"Aaron, I want to add Lena on WhatsApp." Xandra actually asked Aaron, gently tugging on his sleeve with a delicate and endearing expression that made her look pitifully lovable. Aaron glanced at her, his gaze filled with a warmth Lena was all too familiar with. Once upon a time, he had looked at her the same way. Now, he could look at other women like that. So, never believe a man when he says things like, I've liked you for years. "If you want to add her, then add her," Aaron's approval made Xandra look at him with delight. Lena, however, truly didn’t want to add her. She and Xandra weren’t close, and they likely wouldn’t ever be. Lena didn’t enjoy socializing with strangers, so she smiled faintly. "Aren’t you afraid I might tell her something about you, Uncle Aaron?" Aaron’s gaze turned cold and distant, his voice calm. "There’s nothing about me that Xandy can’t know." Ha! Lena sneered inwardly. If that were the case, why had he just warned her earlier? Double stand
Under the table, Lena felt her mother's foot nudge her—a clear signal: Let Xandra win. Lena gritted her teeth. Why was everyone fawning over a girlfriend who hadn’t even officially joined the family? Annoyed, she huffed inwardly. The more you tell me to lose, the harder I’ll fight to win. The game began, and Lena’s starting hand was exceptional—practically a heavenly draw. She was only one card away from winning while the others still struggled with mismatched cards. It seemed like an easy victory was in the cards for her. But then, as if under a spell, her luck took a sharp turn. None of the cards she needed showed up. Worse, every time she reached for a card, Xandra would intercept it with a call, blocking her progress entirely. As the rounds continued, even her mother, Briana, reached a ready hand, while Lena was still stuck with the same cards she started with. Soon, her grandmother joined the fray, and eventually, even Xandra declared readiness. Three players were now
Lena’s heart fluttered in panic. Why was he standing here? Had he overheard what she’d said earlier? There was no use regretting it now. She could only pretend he hadn’t heard anything and called out, trying to sound natural, “Uncle!” She had just given herself a pep talk in the bathroom, but seeing him standing so close now, her heartbeat still faltered. Aaron’s deep, starry eyes fixed on her. “Xandy is very simple and innocent. She doesn’t take well to certain things. I trust you understand what I mean?” Lena’s chaotic heartbeats suddenly settled. So this was why he had waited for her—to make sure she wouldn’t tell Xandra about his past feelings for her. A strange, sharp pain twisted in her chest, so intense it stole her breath for a moment. Clenching her fist by her side, she pinched herself hard to suppress the ache and avoid showing any emotion. “What ‘certain things’ are you referring to, Uncle? I don’t believe there’s anything you’ve shared with me that’s worth m
“Come here,” Deborah called, motioning for Lena to approach. She introduced her to Xandra with a cheerful smile. “The two of you may be the same age, but from now on, you must properly call her your aunt. Understand?” Xandra’s face flushed red. “There’s no need for that. Just call me Xandy.” Nervously, she tugged at Aaron’s sleeve. He glanced at her before responding calmly, “Our family values etiquette. Generational hierarchy matters.” Etiquette? Wasn’t this just a ploy to make her call Xandra “Aunt”? Was he in such a rush to give her a title to avoid any misunderstandings? Whether it was to clarify things for Xandra or to distance himself from her, Lena couldn’t help but feel a petty frustration bubbling up. Fine. If Aaron wanted her to say it, she would. “Aunt Xandra,” Lena said, her tone neutral but deliberate. Xandra’s face turned even redder. “No, really, you can just call me Xandy.” “I should call you that, and it’s not for free. As my elder, you owe me a red e