In the morning, I woke up to the smell of breakfast, and there was Hayden, already in the kitchen.He'd changed into a short-sleeve shirt and cargo pants.Apparently, he really liked this look. It gave off major special agent vibes, and honestly, it fit him perfectly.It wasn't just his build but all that training he did. I remembered him doing push-ups last night.I had to admit, his form was seriously on point."Why are you staring at me? Eat," Hayden said, catching me in the act.I grabbed a bite of the beef macaroni soup he'd made and, curious, asked, "Do you hit the gym a lot?"He scooped some more side dish into my bowl. "Nah, I work out on my own.""No wonder your push-up form is so perfect," I blurted out before I could stop myself.He paused, then looked down. I thought he was embarrassed or something, but then he just asked casually, "You saw me?"Now it was my turn to feel awkward, so I just focused on my pasta and nodded like I'd suddenly forgotten how to talk.H
He looked a little nervous.So, he's feeling guilty, huh?I guess no guy's ever really chill when another guy's in the picture. Seeing Hayden all nervous—it was kinda funny. He almost never looks like this. But I kept my face serious on purpose.I stood there, staring at him, not saying a word.Hayden's lips moved, like he wanted to say something, but he held back, unsure if he should.This usually straightforward guy, hesitating like a kid who's been caught doing something wrong.I couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing.My laughter only confused him more. "Kiki..."I took the cup of milk he made and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks."Then I turned to leave, tossing over my shoulder, "Grab my bag."Hayden followed me all the way downstairs, looking way more relaxed now.When we got to the car, I switched things up and didn't head for the driver's seat. Instead, I walked over to the passenger side.I threw the keys to Hayden. "You're driving."
I got the hint. "Is there something coming up? Do I need to travel?"Ron nodded. "Yeah, you'll be out for a couple of days."Great. I hadn't heard about any new projects, so this had to be a last-minute thing."Where to? What's the job?" I asked, needing the scoop."Uh... we'll figure that out later," he said, looking all mysterious, which was not helpful at all.I could tell he wasn't in the mood to share more, so I just nodded and got back to work. If this was coming from management, I'd better get all my stuff sorted and be ready for anything.I didn't get a break until around ten-thirty. Grabbing my cup, I made a beeline for the break room. Just as I reached the door, I heard two girls inside gossiping over their tea."Mr. Hart just keeps getting hotter. Those cargo pants he's rocking today make his legs look like they go on forever.""Are you serious? I think you're just totally obsessed with Mr. Hart. Weren't you crushing on Mr. Shane, like, last week?""Yeah, I thought
"Hiss—" Hayden let out a soft sound.I knew it wasn't pain but sensitivity. Shivers...I could almost picture him trying to keep it together. Honestly, I was getting pretty wicked, more and more mischievous by the day.After stirring things up, I straightened, took a casual sip of my coffee, and turned to leave like it was no big deal.Hayden seemed too stunned to react. He just sat there, probably trying to figure out what the heck just happened.Back in my office, I sat down, set my coffee cup on the desk, and rubbed my face, chuckling softly.I didn't even know why I was laughing, but I just felt like it.It was that kind of pure, genuine happiness that bubbles up from your heart—the joy of pulling off a little mischief.Like a kid who can't stop giggling after a prank.Just as I was enjoying myself, my phone buzzed with a new message.I picked it up and saw it was from Cole: a location pin.I opened it and saw it was an address in an industrial park on the outskirts of t
"Seriously, it was huge!" one of them said, wide-eyed. "Either his girlfriend's got some serious lung capacity, or—""—Or he's just that good in bed, making her all crazy," the other finished with a knowing smirk.I blinked, momentarily speechless. These two definitely knew way too much."You two sure don't miss a thing," I chuckled, though it came out kind of flat."He wanted us to see it. His shirt was practically hanging open," one of them said, nudging her friend. "Right?""Totally. It wasn't just us. Every girl in the company saw it—even the cleaning lady!"I didn't know what to say."Mr. Hart's usually so low-key. He barely leaves his office. But today, it was like he was on a parade or something.""For real. You think he's trying to make a point or something?""Maybe..." The other girl gave a knowing look. "Or maybe he's just crushing any fantasies we might've had about him.""Yeah, like, 'Sorry, ladies, but I'm very taken.'"I couldn't help but be impressed by their
I half-expected to get turned away.Guess dropping Matthew's name still worked like a charm, especially with Thorsten.Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside and was greeted by the sight of an old man with graying hair, moving through slow, deliberate self-defense routines in the middle of the room.He's Thorsten?!I'd done my homework. He wasn't even sixty yet, around the same age as Matthew. In the photos, he looked younger and sharp, but now he seemed to have aged a whole generation beyond Matthew.Even though I'd read everything I could find on Thorsten, it was hard to reconcile that image with the man in front of me, focused on his forms like he was one with the air around him. For a second, I wondered if I'd gotten the wrong guy."So, what do you want?" Thorsten asked, not even pausing his movements, executing each form with precision.That voice left no doubt—it really was Thorsten Drago.Why he looked so different now, I didn't want to guess. I took a deep breath and sa
I couldn't help but wonder if, when no one's around, Matthew secretly enjoyed this kind of pampering too.My mind tended to wander, and in that brief moment, I pictured all sorts of scenarios."Come, have a seat," Thorsten said, motioning to the chair across from him.I walked over, and the attendant immediately poured me water, fussing over me like I was royalty.I wasn't used to being waited on like this, but I reminded myself to just go with it and respect Thorsten's way of doing things."You're not married, are you?" he asked, taking a sip of his tea."No."He smiled. "So, when are you joining the Johnston family?"I was caught off guard. Did he not know that Jace and I had already broken up? And his own son had tried to trick me into becoming his daughter-in-law.I couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if I'd shown up last time as Cole's fiancée. Would Thorsten have blown a gasket?"Not happening," I said bluntly.Thorsten didn't seem fazed. He just let out a
Matthew and Lindey always treated me like family, like I was their own daughter.I knew that. I really did.But ever since I found that contract, it's like there's this constant knot in my chest whenever I'm around them.I just want to untangle it. I want to love them freely and accept their love without holding back.Thorsten chuckled. "Like father, like daughter."I froze. He'd just claimed he didn't remember my dad.So, he was lying to me.And why...My chest tightened as I dug my nails into my palm.Thorsten let out a soft laugh. "It's because Matthew keeps bringing it up. Otherwise, why would I remember someone I met twice, over ten years ago?"My throat tightened. "Why does Matthew keep bringing up my dad?"Thorsten got up. His bodyguard started to move, but Thorsten waved him off. He walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the lush lawn outside. "What do you think Matthew would say about your dad?"He really knew how to play this game.I had no id
Lena: “...” Who said that just because someone delivers vegetables, the garden is guaranteed to have a bountiful harvest? She glanced at Ron, silently signaling for help. He immediately understood—but instead of refusing on her behalf, he reached out, took her hand, and assisted his grandmother in slipping the bracelet onto her wrist. Lena: “...” She had wanted him to help her reject it! Why was he helping her wear it instead? "If you don’t accept it, my grandma will think you don’t like me and will scold me," Ron whispered, his fingers gently pressing against her hand. Then he lowered his voice even more and added, "Be good." His words weren’t loud, but they were just enough for everyone to hear. Lena shuddered. The sheer cheesiness of it sent a wave of goosebumps across her skin. Left with no other choice, she forced out a polite, "Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma." As she spoke, she unintentionally lifted her gaze—and locked eyes with Aaron. Bright sunlight streamed
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