Yuna looked at me with bright, hopeful eyes. "Keira, do you have a plan?"I hesitated.There were options, sure, but could I really take a chance even Hayden wasn't willing to? If the surgery worked, everything would be great.But if it didn't... the thought of Hayden never forgiving me was the least of my worries. The real fear was breaking his heart in a way that couldn't be fixed.Yuna must've picked up on my hesitation because her face fell. "You don't have a way, do you? Hayden's too scared to try 'cause it's too risky. I get it. No one can be sure it'll work with how bad things are for me."She sighed, but then gave me this weak smile, like she was trying to shake off her own sadness.It wasn't that she was great at hiding her feelings—it's just that she didn't want to drag me down with her."It's fine. I'm happy with my life as it is. However long I live, I'm gonna make the most of it. Who knows? Maybe I'll surprise everyone and live to be a hundred," she joked, though he
Yuna's face changed completely. She looked panicked and grabbed my hand, shaking her head like crazy."Keira, no! It's not like that... Hayden's never liked any other girl. You're the first!"Seeing her so freaked out, her lips turning pale, I realized I'd probably gone too far. I couldn't scare her like this—her heart wouldn't take it.I gently tapped her on the nose, trying to lighten the mood. "Relax, okay? I know. Hayden already told me he's never had a girlfriend."Yuna nodded, still looking a little anxious, and added, "He's never liked any other girl either."She was so sincere, so pure, like she couldn't even lie if she tried. It made me wonder, 'When she does fall for someone, will she be able to handle it if the guy isn't as honest as she is?'The world isn't as simple as Yuna. Relationships, with all their messy emotions and complications, might be tough for her to figure out.I couldn't help but feel a little protective of her, even though I knew I was jumping the gu
Yuna was Hayden's little sister, but honestly, she was more like his kid since he pretty much raised her.Their bond was so strong, it made sense why someone as tough as Hayden got all protective and worried when it came to her.Yuna shared a bunch of stories about them, like how Hayden built this courtyard himself, brick by brick.She also mentioned how he used to take her fishing and grill the fish, always bragging that his cooking was top-tier—he'd perfected it just to make sure she ate well.As Yuna shared more stories, I started to understand Hayden better—like, in a way that really tugged at my heart.All his little quirks came from carrying the weight of responsibility and loneliness for so long.Yuna eventually drifted off mid-conversation. Watching her sleep, I suddenly had the urge to call Hayden, to tell him that from now on, I'd take care of him for a change, instead of him always looking out for everyone else.But the feeling passed, and I didn't follow through.In
Yuna was so lonely, she practically begged me to stay.I only had two days off, but to spend more time with her, I asked Ron for an extra two.But all good things would come to an end, and eventually, I had to go.Before I left, Yuna packed me some flower tea brewed with morning dew and food steamed with flower pollen and petals. She was determined to give me everything she cherished most.I could tell she'd grown really attached to me, and that made me feel a kind of responsibility I couldn't quite explain."Keira, come visit me when you have time," Yuna said, avoiding my eyes.I could see the tears welling up, though she tried to hide them.She was this perfect mix of fragile but incredibly strong on the inside."Okay," I said quietly, not trusting myself to say much more.I felt the sting in my nose too, worried I might start crying before she did.Goodbyes are like the softest blades—they cut the deepest."I've already asked a friend to contact the doctor. Once it's all
I had no clue what Jace was after, so I kept quiet, letting the silence stretch. But of course, he didn't wait."My parents can't stand Tanya, especially my mom. Do you think... maybe you could say something nice about her to help out?"Seriously?Was he for real? Asking me to talk up Tanya? Either he'd lost it or he thought I was a total doormat."If you really want me to say something, it's not gonna be anything good," I shot back, not even pretending to be calm."Rea, I—""Jace, I'm not a saint. I'm definitely not the bigger person here. And Tanya? She means nothing to me. So why would I go out of my way to say something nice about her?" I snapped.Jace's voice cut through the silence again, "Are you acting like this because you're jealous?"I let out a dry laugh. "Oh, so that's what this is about? You're fishing to see if I'm jealous? Well, let me save you the trouble—I'm not. Actually, I'm kinda relieved. Relieved I figured you out sooner rather than later."Jace sighed o
Lena was always the level-headed one, but she had a habit of avoiding things she didn't want to deal with. Sometimes, she'd make up her mind without even giving it a shot.In that way, we were different. But hey, everyone has their own way of seeing things, their own way of handling life.There's this saying—no one can really interfere in someone else's life. Even with how close Lena and I were, that still rang true.I crashed at her place for the night before finally heading home. I still hadn't seen Hayden.When I got back, my downstairs neighbor stopped me, asking if I'd gone on vacation with my "boyfriend." Apparently, neither of us had been around for a while, and that's when it hit me—Hayden hadn't come back the entire time I was gone.Even though Demi told me he was busy, I knew the truth—Hayden only stayed here because of me.When I was around, he would be home every day. But the second I wasn't? He wouldn't even bother.Well, if he wasn't coming to me, I'd go to him.I
After visiting his place, I was pretty sure Yuna had spilled everything to Hayden."If you like it there, in the future..." Hayden started, then trailed off, leaving me hanging.I gave him a look. "In the future, what?"He swallowed hard before speaking again. "In the future... we could retire there.""By myself?" I blurted out, not even thinking."I'd come with you—if you wanted me to," he said, totally straightforward.And just like that, I started pulling away again. The future? Seriously? Especially something as far off as, like, growing old together."I found a specialist for Yuna. You should get me her medical records," I said, switching the topic fast.Last night, I was silently judging Lena for dodging the truth, but wasn't I doing the exact same thing?I was burying my head in the sand too, but I had my reasons. I wanted to keep Hayden on his toes, not let him in too easily.Lena once told me that the reason Jace always brushed me off and never took me seriously was
Hayden went totally stiff in my arms. After a few seconds, he mumbled, "Are you pitying me?""I feel bad for you," I corrected.He didn't say anything, and he definitely didn't hug me back, which made things way more awkward.Right when I was about to let go, I glanced up and saw Jace standing a few feet away.Wait, he was here?And of course, Demi didn't bother giving me the heads-up.I was about to drop Hayden's hand, but instead, I squeezed it tighter. He tried to pull away, but I held on. "Don't move."He stopped. I kept holding his hand as I asked, "You're working late again tonight?"Hayden gave a quiet, "Hmm?"I stood on my tiptoes, leaning in close to his ear. "I've been craving your cooking."I heard his Adam's apple move, followed by a soft, "Yeah." A tingle shot through me.My gaze flickered over to where Jace stood.In that quick glance, I saw him—fists clenched, face shifting from pale to dark, his eyes stormy before he finally turned and walked away.I let go
"Because this love didn’t give me the happiness I imagined," Lena explained with a faint smile. "It’s like going to the supermarket, picking out a snack you’re excited about, and then finding out it doesn’t suit your taste. After that, you just don’t like it anymore and won’t bother with it again." Her metaphor was strikingly apt. "And what does the happiness you imagine look like?" Aaron asked, as though playing the role of a persistent interviewer. Lena, softened by the alcohol, answered obediently, "I don’t know. But whatever it is, Nate didn’t give it to me." Aaron observed the peaceful resignation in her expression and pressed further. "Do you still believe in love? Do you still want to start a new relationship?" "Of course," Lena said, finally lifting her gaze to meet his. Her eyebrows arched into a cheerful expression. "I’m not the kind of person who gets scared off by a bad experience. If I meet someone who makes my heart race again, I’ll love them boldly and passiona
He was waiting for her? What for? "Uncle, you didn’t skip dinner, did you?" Lena’s first thought was his meal. In truth, he hadn’t eaten. After receiving her message, he had been uneasy all evening, unable to focus on food. "You didn’t eat? I’ll make something for you," Lena assumed his silence was confirmation. "There’s no need," Aaron refused. "Then why were you waiting for me? Is something wrong?" In Lena’s view, Aaron would never wait for her without a reason. He gazed at her, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "You’ve been drinking?" She nodded, flashing him a sweet, soft smile. She even gestured with her hand, "Just a little." Aaron stepped closer, his tall frame looming over her with an intensity that made her feel small. Though the light above bathed his eyes, they remained dark and inscrutable, filled with a depth that was hard to read. Lena sensed something was off. "Uncle, what’s wrong?" She looked into his deep, clear eyes, untouched by any impurity.
"Should we drink a little today?" Lena asked. Nate nodded. "Let’s have a drink." They warmed a bottle of wine and ordered a few small dishes. Neither of them spoke, simply sitting quietly, gazing out at the river and the occasional boats passing by. "Lena," Nate called her softly. Lena turned to look at him. The warm yellow light above cast a gentle glow on his nose, brows, and lips. His gold-rimmed glasses exuded elegance, and the texture of his shirt spoke of refined taste. Even after their breakup, Lena had to admit that Nate was precisely her type. In all her life, among all the men she had met, only Aaron and Nate could truly be called attractive in her eyes. Even Hayden and Jace were merely "not bad." It wasn’t that her standards were excessively high—it was simply that if someone didn’t resonate with her, no matter how perfect they were, she wouldn’t care for them. "Thank you," Nate said softly. Lena was momentarily stunned, assuming he was referring to their wor
Recently, Lena had been in a constant state of distraction. Aaron's decision to sever ties with the Aces weighed heavily on her mind. He hadn't told her the reason, only saying that she would find out in due time. She could live without knowing why, but she feared the fallout. When the truth came to light, she worried her grandparents and her mother would crumble under the weight of the news, collectively breaking down. Aaron had assured her he would handle everything, but she didn’t trust that he could shield the family from such devastation. Most importantly, she couldn’t understand why he would choose to leave the Aces. Could it really be, as the old saying went, that someone else’s child was like an ungrateful wolf? If it were anyone else, she might believe it, but this was Aaron. She couldn’t bring herself to believe he would be so heartless, so ungrateful. And yet, he had said it to her himself. It felt so unreal that Lena wondered if she had imagined it all. This tur
Mrs. Lane finally pieced together all the questions Lena had asked her and understood everything. Gabriel furrowed his brow and looked at Lena. "Is this really what you think?" Lena stayed silent. She did have those suspicions, but seeing how her mother had reacted so strongly, she began to wonder if she had been overthinking it. Aaron, who had already figured out the situation, looked at Lena and spoke up. "She must have misunderstood something." And he knew it was his fault. "She’s just an ungrateful brat! She doesn’t appreciate the kindness she’s been given and can’t stand seeing me be good to someone else," Mrs. Lane fumed again. Gabriel wiped away her tears gently. "Alright, maybe she was just joking with you." "Ask her if she was joking! Look at the things she’s been asking me—let her tell you herself!" Mrs. Lane pointed an accusing finger at Lena. "Big Sis," Aaron called out softly, "I’ll take Lil' Lena out for some fresh air." Without waiting for a reply, he r
"You’ll find out soon enough," Aaron’s answer echoed in Lena’s ears, leaving her restless and unable to sleep. The next day, Mrs. Lane arrived with chicken soup for Aaron and a bag full of fresh produce. "These vegetables are from a village I visited. They’re all organic, no chemical fertilizers," she gushed proudly. Lena's gaze followed her mother’s every move, scrutinizing her intently. Wherever she went, Lena's eyes followed, making her incredibly uncomfortable. "What are you staring at me for? It’s creepy," Mrs. Lane said. "Mom, why are you so good to my uncle?" Lena finally asked. "He’s my brother. Isn’t it normal for me to care for him? You think everyone’s as heartless as you?" Mrs. Lane scolded her, throwing in an insult for good measure. Lena didn’t retaliate to the insult. Instead, she pressed further, "It’s normal, sure, but the way you care for him doesn’t feel like how you’d treat a brother. It feels more like..." She paused before continuing, "Like how you’d
Keira chuckled softly. "Well, a DNA test isn’t a bad idea. At least then you won’t have to worry about being related to Mr. Ace if you two get together." Lena's eyebrows shot up instantly. "What nonsense are you spouting? Do you want me to hit you?" "Go ahead. If you break anything, you’ll have to compensate me," Keira said smugly, knowing full well she had a trump card—her precious little one growing inside her. Their playful banter caught the attention of the people in the room. They exchanged amused glances. "The things girls find joy in are beyond us," one of them said with a smile. "Let’s hope they stay happy forever," Aaron added, just as his phone began to ring. Glancing at the caller ID, he nodded at Hayden. "I’ll take this call." Aaron walked toward his study. Hayden also pulled out his phone, while Lena and Keira moved to the sofa. Keira recounted Lena’s gossip to him. "Hayden, do you think I could be the person the Mitchell family owes a debt to?" "It’s not
"I don't know them!" Lena shook her head. Was she joking? Keira pinched her lightly and looped her arm through hers as they continued walking inside. Lena began, "I heard some gossip from my colleagues, something about the Mitchell family of Windy City." "Let’s hear it," Keira said, strolling leisurely alongside her. Meanwhile, Hayden had already marched ahead, carrying the luggage into the hall. He was always efficient and precise, a trait ingrained in his very being from his military days. It showed in his every move, even in his stride. "A while back, the only legitimate heir of the Mitchell family in Windy City had an accident. Apparently, he fell from something high, hit his head, and ended up as a vegetable," she said. Keira had already heard Hayden mention this earlier. "That’s it?" she pouted dismissively. Lena huffed. "There’s more." "The Mitchell family has spared no expense trying to treat him. They’ve consulted every expert in the country, flown in wave afte
Hayden took out his phone and made a call. “There’s a car tailing me and my wife. Find out their identity, but make sure they don’t realize we’re onto them,” he instructed. “Why don’t you want them to know we’ve noticed?” Keira asked, puzzled. “Don’t startle the snake. If they really have ulterior motives, taking care of this group might just bring another wave,” Hayden explained. His reasoning made sense, and Keira nodded in understanding. They picked up Lena’s suitcase and were on their way to deliver it when the car behind them got rear-ended. They stopped to check, and Hayden received a message—a series of photos and some information. “Windy City… the Mitchell family?” Hayden muttered under his breath. Keira leaned over to look at the photos. One showed the driver partially visible, cautiously keeping the car windows barely open. The backseat passenger was only captured in silhouette. But Hayden’s people were well-prepared and used high-definition cameras, managing to cap