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
My throat tightened. Was Hayden seriously suggesting we all squeeze into the same cabin?I was about to say something when Hayden grabbed my hand and steered me toward another one."You're not getting on this one?" Jace called after us."Yeah, that's a hard pass," Hayden shot back as he helped me into the other cabin.He climbed in right behind me and slid the door shut.Through the glass, I saw Jace's face darken, his eyes practically shooting daggers.Yup, he was definitely not happy."You did that on purpose, didn't you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at Hayden."Yep," he admitted without missing a beat. "Didn't feel like sharing a cabin with him."There was this smugness in his voice, maybe even a little defiance—like a kid who'd just gotten away with something sneaky.I couldn't help but laugh.I had to admit, Hayden was full of surprises. One minute he was all tough and distant, the next he was sweet and thoughtful, and now he was being downright cute and a little bit br
The world went dark under Hayden's touch, but I felt strangely calm.His warmth, his closeness—it was more comforting than any light could be."Wish for anything. From now on, I'm here, and I'm gonna make your wishes come true," he murmured in my ear, his voice low and soothing.The soft music playing in the background seemed to ease the tightness in my chest, bit by bit.A wish?What was there left to wish for?After my parents died, I stopped making wishes altogether.Then I had Jace, and I guess all I wanted was for us to last. But that was more of a hope than a real wish.And now, if I had to wish for something...I dug deep, trying to figure out what I truly wanted, but even I didn't know.Eventually, I thought of my parents, of the accident, and whispered, "I wish I could find out the truth about my parents' car crash.""I'll make it happen," Hayden said, no hesitation at all.I laughed softly and pulled his hands away from my eyes. "Then why bother with wishes? I cou
The little girl ran through the waves, like a princess from a fairy tale.She moved with such joy, dancing on the crest of the waves, twirling around like she was weightless.It was mesmerizing—too beautiful and lifelike to believe it was just a light show. It felt like a real little girl was out there, playing on the waves.I held my breath, afraid to blink, not wanting to miss a second.Then, as a bigger wave rose, another figure appeared.A boy.The boy stood tall, watching the girl with quiet intensity.She glanced back at him and, after a few seconds, ran toward him. "Hi, I'm Kiki. What's your name?"My heart squeezed. That little girl was me."Haddy, don't run...""Haddy, wait for me..."The boy stopped and reached out his hand. They held hands and ran together."Haddy, I'm tired. Carry me.""Haddy, run faster..."The girl climbed onto the boy's back, and they took off, skimming over the waves together.My eyes blurred with tears. Hayden had turned my childhood mem
"You're seriously low," Jace snarled, grabbing Hayden by the collar.My heart lurched, and I started to move toward them, but Hayden stayed cool. "You think this is low because you've never cared about Keira the way I do, have you?"Jace's eyes narrowed, his voice sharp. "These cheesy tricks might work on a little girl, but Keira's not into fake stuff like this. Don't you get it?"Not into it?I remembered telling Jace that once.It was our first Valentine's Day as a couple. He didn't get me anything—not even a card or a dinner.The next day, we were out with Steve and a few friends, and Steve jokingly asked what romantic thing Jace had planned for me.I'd never felt so embarrassed. Jace apologized later, saying he'd forgotten, and I had to laugh it off, pretending I didn't care about that kind of thing.But seriously, what girl doesn't like flowers and a little romance?It wasn't that I didn't want it—it was that he didn't give it to me."Still think she doesn't like it now?
"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