"No, you're just way better than me. You can tell I'm just an amateur," I said, trying to play it humble."Even amateurs need good coaches. But your style's different from Steve's. Who taught you?" Cole asked, genuinely curious.I'd learned by watching Jace. He never actually coached me; I just picked it up from observing him. When I got bored, I started playing by myself. My technique ended up looking like his, and once he noticed I could hold my own, he'd ask me to join him for a game now and then."Cole, since when did you start digging for dirt like a tabloid reporter?" a familiar voice cut in.I didn't bother turning around. I knew that voice way too well.Jace had just walked in.This night was about to get a lot more interesting.He walked up and stood beside me, saying nothing, but making everything obvious to Cole."Oh, no wonder her style looked familiar," Cole said, his eyes flicking between Jace and me. "So she's..." He trailed off, like he was putting the pieces to
"Huh?" Hayden looked at me, eyebrows scrunched up.I stepped closer, close enough to catch the clean, soapy scent clinging to him, like he'd just showered.It smelled really good.It smelled really good.It took me back to when my parents were still around, and we used bar soap for everything—washing hands, taking baths. Now it's all about the fancy body wash. You hardly ever smell real bar soap anymore."Are you hiding something from me?" I asked.He frowned and looked me up and down. "You good? How much did you drink?"I'd only had one drink—not enough to even get tipsy—but apparently, he noticed.I laughed and grabbed his shirt collar, giving it a playful tug. "Come on, Hayden Hart, don't play dumb. I mean, are you hiding your real identity? Secretly loaded? Maybe even the real boss behind OceanixCorp?"His jaw tightened. "I don't know what you're talking about."He stepped back, like he needed some space."Oh, you really don't know, or are you just faking it? Messing wit
I thought about that contract. "Your dad's death must've been tied to mine. I'm the only one who can get to the bottom of this."Hayden looked at me. "Did you find something out?""What about you?" I asked. "Why are you after Thorsten Drago? Why do you suspect him?"He stood up and walked to the window, his tall frame radiating this strength, like he could hold up the sky if it came crashing down.Watching him like that, I set down my cup and followed. "Hayden, I get that you know something too. And I know you don't want me involved, but this is about my parents. I can't just sit back and do nothing."I glanced at the moonlight streaming through the window. "I'm not some clueless kid. I can handle myself. And besides, you're here with me, aren't you?"Hayden turned to look at me, and after a beat, he said, "You're just as stubborn as you were when we were kids."I laughed and faced him. "So, you've known who I was this whole time? You got close to me just to dig into your dad's
He sent me a friend request, and at this hour?My gut told me something was up.Even though Steve swore Cole wouldn't try anything out of line, I still felt like I needed to be cautious.Accepting a guy's friend request this late at night just felt too casual—and kinda reckless.I ignored the notification and focused back on Lena. Then I heard her say, "He did that successful surgery with the girl who's a perfect match for him."I could hear the sadness in her voice, and it made my chest tighten.Having been through heartbreak myself, I knew how crucial it was to feel like you're on the same level in a relationship.Lena was crazy talented, but her senior was a big deal on an international scale. There was a gap between them—a huge one. The whole worlds apart thing? Yeah, there was a reason people say that.I didn't push the topic and switched to something lighter, chatting with Lena for a while longer before we hung up. Afterward, I stared at Cole's friend request, unease twis
Ron's words instantly made me think of Hayden, and what Steve had mentioned yesterday about a friend with the last name 'Hart' who had invested a ton of money in OceanixCorp.I turned to Ron. "When you say 'manly,' what exactly do you mean? Or do you have a friend like that?"Ron cleared his throat. "It's hard to explain... I mean, someone with a strong presence, stands tall, like..." He trailed off, pointing at the cafeteria's TV screen.The news was showing a flag-raising ceremony, soldiers standing tall and straight, radiating discipline and strength. It reminded me of Hayden again, and I had a feeling Ron was hinting at something.The last name Hart?Manly?A soldier?It couldn't be, could it?I watched Ron's face, but he was focused on the screen, deep in thought. I decided to throw him off a little. "Is your friend's name Hayden?""Huh?" Ron blinked, looking at me in surprise. "What did you just say?"I couldn't tell if he actually didn't hear me or if he was just playi
I'd definitely put Ron in a tough spot.But I was also trying to figure out who the mysterious boss was.Even though deep down I didn't think it could be Hayden—he always seemed way too broke to be loaded—something about Ron's hints made me wonder if Hayden had more in common with this boss than I thought.I didn't have much going on that afternoon, so after a meeting, I opened my social media app.I checked my new friend request from Cole. Our chat was empty except for the notification saying we were now friends—no messages at all.He'd definitely seen that I accepted, but he hadn't replied.It was obvious he was ignoring me on purpose, his way of getting back at me for not accepting his request last night.This guy seriously held grudges. It was clear, even over something so small, that he was the type to plot revenge.I guess that's why both Hayden and Jace had warned me to stay away from him.But it was too late; we'd already crossed paths. Pretending I didn't know him was
The phone, which had been blowing up, went quiet all of a sudden.For a second, the only things we could hear were the sizzle from the stove and our own hearts racing.We were so close that our breaths mixed, and I caught a flash of something intense in Hayden's eyes...I just knew this was leading up to something huge.Knock, knock!A knock on the door shattered the moment, followed by Mrs. Lowrey's voice. "Hayden, my water's barely trickling. Can you come take a look?"Hayden jumped back, and I used the chance to make a beeline for the couch, practically diving onto it.A second later, Hayden walked out of the kitchen and over to the door. "Sure, I'll check it out.""Thank you," she said, peeking inside and spotting me. She gave me a polite smile. "Keira, mind if I borrow your boyfriend for a bit?"I let out a small laugh."He's all yours," I teased. "Just don't forget to return him in one piece."She chuckled. "Will do," she said, leading Hayden out the door.I sighed in
Jace was here. I hadn't expected that.But it made sense. Tonight was the big lighting test, and as the owner of the amusement park, of course he'd want to check it out.Our eyes met, and Jace started walking over.Hayden's hand slipped around mine, warm and steady.Gotta give him credit—when it came to pretending to be my boyfriend, he didn't hold back. The second Jace showed up, Hayden's protective vibe kicked in like it was second nature.Jace's eyes darted to our joined hands, but he didn't look fazed. "What time does it start?" he asked, his voice calmHayden and I knew what he meant—the lighting test."Ten minutes," Hayden answered."Where's the best spot to watch?" Jace asked, his tone still calm.Hayden's grip on my hand tightened just a bit. I glanced at him, and he looked back like he was leaving it up to me.He knew this place better than anyone. He didn't need my input.He was just giving me the choice."There are different spots, all marked," I said, sounding l
Lena didn’t need to turn around to recognize the voice—she had just heard it last night. "Aunt Xandra," Lena greeted Xandra, who approached her excitedly. "It really is you!" Xandra looked at Ron in surprise. "Cousin, so Lena is your girlfriend?" Ron raised an eyebrow. "Why is she calling you ‘Aunt Xandra’?" Xandra blushed slightly, and Lena explained, "She’s my uncle’s girlfriend." "Oh? What a coincidence. Looks like we’re about to become one big happy family," Ron teased, his tone laced with amusement. Lena hadn’t expected to run into Xandra there. Fortunately, her relationship with Ron was fake—otherwise, things would get complicated. If she called Xandra "Aunt Xandra" while Xandra called Ron "Cousin," their family connections would become a mess. "Your uncle will be here soon. I’m waiting for him," Xandra said cheerfully, making Lena’s head ache. Why did she keep running into Aaron wherever she went? There was no avoiding him. "Well, you wait here. We’re heading i
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