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
Demi nodded. "Oh, yeah. My brain's basically an amusement park. Full of rides and these pretty lights."She laughed and squeezed me tighter. "And guess what? You're in there too."This girl could charm anyone.We got to the spot where the accident went down. Hayden climbed up to check out the damage, scribbling in his notebook as he went."We lost two sets of lights. Each set had twenty-two bulbs, with, like, thirteen different colors," Hayden said, scanning the broken lights before glancing at the crane off in the distance.Finally, Hayden turned to Demi. "Call your superior and get him over here. We need to figure out who's responsible for this mess and check the damages."Demi blinked in surprise. "Oh, right!" She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Wayne.It wasn't long before Wayne showed up. When he spotted me, he froze for a second, obviously not expecting me. But after a beat, he smirked. "Rea, doing an early inspection?"His tone had a slight edge to it—he knew I w
Hayden's hand tightened around mine.I glanced up at him, and for a split second, his soft gaze met mine before he turned back to Jace. His voice, low and steady, carried a weight that couldn't be ignored. "I'm not leaving until the final inspection's done."That's just how he was. The more someone tried to push him out, the more determined he became to stay. Just like always.I braced myself for whatever Jace would throw at him next, but then Hayden's grip tightened again, and he added, "This is something I promised Kiki."The way he said "Kiki," claiming it was all for me, sent my heart racing. It didn't help that Jace's face went an alarming shade of red, and Wayne didn't look much better.The silence hung in the air so thick, it felt like no one could even breathe.I took a steadying breath and decided to cut through it, locking eyes with Jace and Wayne. "Even though I'm no longer in charge and I've left the company, there's one rule I never forgot: the company's interests co
I stared at him, my mind drifting to his dad—the Mr. Patterson I used to know when I was a kid. With the way Hayden was acting around me now, I couldn't help but blurt out, "So, Hayden, you flirting with me like this... does that mean you actually like me?"He didn't even flinch. "Why else? For fun?"Straightforward. No shame. Just total confidence."Okay, but are you hiding something from me? Like... have we known each other longer than I think?" Ever since I found out about his dad, I had this weird feeling there was more to the story.His eyes flickered, just for a second. "When you were little, I used to give you piggyback rides. And... you kissed me."Of course, he'd drop something like that, all casual. If I were still the clueless girl I used to be, I'd probably be blushing hard right now."Oh yeah?" I shot back, not missing a beat. "And where exactly did I kiss you?"Hayden stepped closer, closing the already tiny gap between us until there was almost no space left.My
Steve didn't give me a choice. I knew what that meant.I clutched my phone, glancing over at Hayden. As I walked up to him, about to speak, he beat me to it. "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow."Leaving?I froze, thrown off. "Where are you going?"He kept walking. "Back."Back? Back to Chiverton?But he said he'd stay. He even rented an apartment here.Thinking about the apartment reminded me of the demolition notice and Ms. Brown's request. I hadn't even mentioned it to Hayden yet.I wanted to ask why he was suddenly leaving, but the distance between us made me hesitate. So instead, I just said, "I'll come by tomorrow night to check out the lights."Hayden looked at me. It was like his eyes were saying, 'You might have time, but I don't.'I thought he'd tell me no, but after a few seconds, he just said, "Okay."I knew he was forcing himself. He was upset, but he didn't want to make things harder for me.Once again, he was the one compromising. And that's when the guilt hi
I had to keep my cool as Tanya walked up to me, getting closer with every step."Keira," she said again when she finally stopped in front of me, tears already pooling in her eyes.I squinted a little but didn't say anything, waiting for her to get to the point. No way I was interrupting her whole emotional meltdown."Can you just stay away from Jace?" she finally asked.I raised an eyebrow. "What?""You guys are done. He's with me now, so you need to back off. I don't want you messing with his head." Her voice wobbled as she tried not to cry.Wow, seriously?I laughed. So, she thought it was my fault Jace came down on her at work?"So, what? You can't afford the damages and want me to help cover it?" I taunted.Tanya's face went pale. She'd opened up about her money problems before, thinking I was making fun of her for being broke. But I wasn't laughing at her situation—I was laughing at her nerves."I couldn't afford it before, but things are different now," she shot back, c
Steve's words totally threw me off—it even kinda shocked me. He always treated me like a little sister, goofing around and stuff, but never crossing the line. Today, though, he pushed it a bit too far.Ron, just as stunned, turned to me, his gaze a little too intense.Ignoring him, Steve stepped right in front of me. "Let's go inside."I shot Ron a quick glance before following Steve. As we were leaving, I noticed Ron looked like he wanted to say something or maybe even stop me."Did you say that just to scare away my admirers?" I asked, piecing it together after a moment."Yep. That dude's all over the place—not a good vibe," Steve said, his take on Ron making me crack up.He glanced at me sideways. "I'm serious. I've got a pretty good radar for this stuff. Stay away from him.""Okay," I said, still smiling."No, like, for real. Don't brush it off."I nodded, more serious this time. "I get it. I wasn't joking. Guys like him aren't my type.""Oh, really? So, what is your type
As the door swung open, a loud, booming laugh echoed through the room, and I spotted the guy sitting at the head of the table.Wait a second... he looked familiar.Steve jumped in with the intros. "This is Cole, my cue sports buddy and good friend."I stared at the guy, and it clicked—Cole Drago. Thorsten's son, and now the head honcho of VastReach Group.I'd looked him up before. Turns out he was into snooker and even won some amateur snooker championship.Back then, I never would've guessed he and Steve were connected, let alone that they'd be this close."And this must be your friend?" Cole said with a grin.His tone was friendly, but something about it sent a chill down my spine. His record might look squeaky clean, but his dad? Not so much. There was no way he would be as perfect as he seemed.Guess it's true what they say—you can't judge a book by its cover."Keira, just call him Cole from now on. If you ever need anything or run into trouble, go to him," Steve said, pul
"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