"Silly girl," he whispered, wiping away my tears.I buried my face in his chest. He was the one who promised he'd always be there to catch my tears, after all."Hayden, are you sure you won't get jealous, letting me meet up with Jace? We'll have to talk, you know," I asked, wanting to hear him say it again.He chuckled, that signature confidence shining through. "You already left him. What's there to be jealous about? And honestly, after me, I doubt any other guy's even on your radar."Classic Hayden. But I had to admit, I kinda loved how sure he was. It made me feel like no one else could ever compare.He insisted on driving me to the airport, waiting until I was completely out of sight before leaving.By the time I landed in Houston, it was already dark. I pulled out my phone to text Jace and let him know I was here, but to my surprise, there was already a message waiting from him: [I'm at the exit.]I blinked. I hadn't told him I was coming, so how did he know?Only one pers
Yes, I was reminding him. I didn't want him getting any ideas. But I wasn't in the mood for a fight either, so I matched his serious tone."Jace, I flew all the way here. Do you really want to start an argument right now?"He went quiet, his lips twitching like he wanted to say something snarky, but all he said was, "Give me your luggage."I handed him my suitcase without a second thought, and we walked out of the airport together in silence.Since he didn't bring up Steve's situation, I decided to. "So, what's going on with Steve? What's this fight about?""He's still in detention. No visitors allowed right now," Jace said, making me frown.So my trip here was basically pointless? The whole reason I came was because Jace said Steve was losing it, and I thought I could help."But I'm working on it. You'll see him soon," Jace added, switching up the vibe.I ignored that and pushed for more info. "Why'd Steve get into a fight?""It happened during practice. The guy's name is Dan
Jace let out a short laugh. "So, you really do resent me, huh?""I wouldn't go that far," I said, though we both knew there was some truth in it. "But yeah, there's definitely a bit of an imbalance. You wasted ten years of my life—my time, my emotions." Since we were already on the subject, I wasn't holding back."And what about my ten years?" he said quietly, his voice low. "Rea, I loved you all those years, too. I gave you my heart."I met his eyes for a second, then looked away. "I'm not denying that. But the second you slept with Tanya, everything you gave? Gone. You wiped it all out yourself."Jace's jaw clenched in frustration. "Even criminals get parole, chances to redeem themselves. Why can't I get one?""Because with me, there are no second chances," I said just as the food arrived.He clearly wanted to keep talking, but I wasn't having it. "If you want me to actually eat this, drop the past."His eyes darkened, but he stayed quiet.We ate in near silence, neither of u
I was sitting on the hotel balcony, staring out at the rain when Hayden's video call flashed on my screen.There's something about a foreign city that makes everything feel kind of...lonely. Especially when it's pouring.As I sat there, the conversation I'd overheard played on repeat in my head. And suddenly, Jace's weird questions about Hayden made sense. Not to mention why Kylian had been acting so weird around him.Hayden wasn't just some regular guy.He was from that Hart family.I thought he was just your average guy-next-door, and now it turns out he was some secret heir to a filthy rich, powerful family. Like, for real?What was this? Some undercover billionaire thing? Was he scared I'd stick around just because of his money?A bitter laugh escaped me as I grabbed my phone, which had been buzzing nonstop at my feet.Hayden's face filled the screen—handsome as ever. "Kiki, I can explain."He must've seen the call log. Of course he knew I overheard everything."Explain w
My chest tightened. "Alright, what time tomorrow?" I asked."Not sure yet. Just keep your phone close," Hayden paused, then, more casually, "Have you eaten?""Yeah, I ate with Jace," I replied, totally innocent, no hidden meaning behind it.There wasn't any reason for him to think otherwise. After all, he's the one who had Jace looking after me.Sure enough, Hayden didn't make a big deal of it. He just moved on. "What did Jace say about Steve?""He said he's working on getting me in to see him, but nothing beyond that," I replied, keeping it simple."Jace knows Steve's teammates pretty well. He might be able to get some leads from them," Hayden added. I didn't say anything, and he didn't push it.Silence settled between us. It felt strange—this had never happened during our calls before.I broke it, glancing out the window. "It's raining here. Like, really hard.""I can hear it," Hayden said, and that's when I realized—I'd had my phone facing up the whole time. He wasn't even
[Contact me as soon as possible.]That was Cedric's reply.I quickly typed back, [Okay,] but as soon as I hit send, something felt... off.He said "as soon as possible", and it hit me with this weird sense of urgency. Why was it so pressing?I tried sending another message: [If it's more convenient, you can send me photos or any documents you have.]No response. It was like my message just disappeared into the void.That's how it always went with this police officer—dude was elusive. Unless he reached out first, it was nearly impossible to get a hold of him.Thinking about my parents' accident, that unsettled feeling only grew darker.That night, I couldn't sleep.I didn't know if it was the unfamiliar place or all the stuff swirling in my head, but I tossed and turned for hours.The next morning, Jace noticed instantly. "Rough night?" he asked."I'm fine," I snapped, way too defensive.It was pride talking—that breakup kind of pride where you don't want anyone, especially
Hayden didn't push the conversation further. He must've sensed that I was still upset.When I finally saw Steve, he was in a prison jumpsuit, his once stylish hair shaved down to almost nothing. I'd never seen him like that before. It almost brought tears to my eyes.Steve had clawed his way up to success, earning a spot in Jace's circle purely on his own. But now, everything he worked for could be destroyed."Steve," I called softly.He looked up and smiled. "What are you doing here?"That smile—same as always, like nothing could break him. No matter what, Steve always had a bright smile for me, like his world was all sunshine.I couldn't speak for a moment, and he laughed. "What? Do I look so bad you don't even wanna talk to me?"I shook my head. Jace said Steve had been in a bad place, but here he was, still smiling like nothing was wrong. But I knew better. He was putting on a show, hiding his pain for my sake."You'll always be handsome," I teased, playing along.He let o
As I stepped out of the holding room, Steve's desperate shouts were still ringing in my ears.Jace wasn't wrong—Steve's emotions were a mess. One second he was frantic, the next totally defeated. But his last words stuck with me the most: "Rea, I can't stay here. I'm innocent."It broke my heart.The moment I stepped outside, Jace was already heading my way. He took one look at me and reached out, steadying me. "You look pale. Did Steve say something?"Thinking about Steve's warning, I said, "Let's get in the car. I'll explain on the way."Steve had told me to leave as soon as possible, and I got why—Quartz Cue probably had eyes on us. He was scared someone would see me, and I'd be next in line for trouble.Jace rushed me into the car, handing me a bottle of water. "Take a second."I ignored the water and said, "Steve says he's being framed." I ran through everything Steve had told me, ending with, "He said these people are ruthless. We might not be safe here either—"Before I
Yuna wanting to give up her heart—this was something Keira never anticipated. She had once told Keira that no matter whose heart it was, as long as it beat in her chest, it was hers. But now she had changed her mind. Why, Keira didn’t know. The thought saddened Keira. That heart was the only blood connection she had left in this world, and yet Yuna seemed unwilling to keep it. Still, it was her right. The heart was hers now, and whatever she chose to do with it was her decision. Hayden seemed to sense Keira’s emotions. He kissed the top of her head gently. “She’s just asking. She won’t give it up so easily.” He sighed softly, adding, “Maybe she’s afraid she’s truly infected and doesn’t think she’ll live long. She might want to give the heart to someone who needs it more, so Narelle can continue to live.” His words struck Keira like a wake-up call. Of course! Why hadn’t she considered that? Instead, she had assumed the worst of her. In that moment, Keira felt a sharp pang
The doctor hesitated for a couple of seconds before asking, “Why do you want to undergo an HIV screening? Are you feeling unwell, or have you recently come into contact with someone diagnosed with the disease?” “I’ve been in contact,” Yuna said softly, her voice tinged with unease. “I didn’t know beforehand. I only found out recently, and it’s been making me really anxious.” “Is it confirmed that the person you were in contact with has this disease? And what kind of contact did you have?” the doctor asked, pausing briefly before continuing. “HIV is indeed a serious condition, but it’s not something you catch from casual contact.” After explaining the basics about HIV transmission, the doctor added, “If you tell me honestly, I can help determine if you’re at risk and whether this screening is necessary.” “The infected person is a girl. She’s from a difficult background and works in a karaoke lounge as a drinks promoter. About a month ago, she got sick, and I took care of her for
Hayden turned to Keira, his eyes brimming with a mixture of agitation and fear. Keira understood his concern. “Let’s figure out what’s going on first. We need to trust Yuna.” This was the OB-GYN department. It was unusual for a young, unmarried woman like Yuna to be here, and Hayden, as her protective older brother, had every reason to be uneasy. Hayden had visited her before in Beijing, but Keira hadn’t. Yuna didn’t particularly like her, and she wasn’t one to force her presence where it wasn’t wanted. Keira had a clear conscience in the matter. According to Hayden, Yuna had been doing well at Beijing University, excelling in her studies. Yet, here she was in a place that didn’t seem to fit. Yuna hadn’t noticed them, but her demeanor betrayed her nerves. She frequently checked her phone and stared at the call screen anxiously. After a while, she pulled out a book, seemingly trying to distract herself, but it didn’t work. With a frustrated sigh, she slapped the book over her
"How boring," Lena grumbled. Not wanting to disappoint her, Aaron relented. He opened the car door, used the frame to push himself up, and joined her on the roof with a graceful leap. Lena’s mood brightened instantly. She reached out and playfully tapped his forehead. “Uncle, you’re so obedient.” “You’re just a drunk lunatic,” Aaron muttered, grabbing her arm to keep her steady. Lena rested her head on his shoulder. “Uncle, tell me a story…” “Once upon a time, there was a little girl who dreamed of visiting the moon. Every night, she prayed and wished, until one day, her sincerity caught the attention of a celestial maiden in the moon palace…” “I don’t want to hear that one!” Lena interrupted, shaking her head in protest. “You told me that story when I was little, and you’re still telling it now. I’m sick of it!” “Then what story do you want to hear?” Aaron’s deep voice carried a soothing resonance in the quiet night, rich and magnetic. Lena closed her eyes slightly. “T
“Hey, pretty lady, want to move this party somewhere else?” In the center of the dance floor, a man leaned closer to Lena with an inviting smile. Lena tossed her rarely unbound long hair over her shoulder, swaying slightly as she replied, “To your bed, perhaps?” “If that’s what you want,” the man said with a grin, moving even closer. Lena pressed a single finger to his forehead, stopping him in his tracks. “I think my bed would be more suitable.” “Your bed works too,” the man smirked. Leaning in closer, Lena gave a sly smile. “My bed happens to be a surgical table.” The man laughed, assuming she was teasing him. “So, what’s on the menu? Heart or liver?” “Heart and liver,” Lena replied smoothly, her finger pressing precisely on the corresponding points on his body. The man hesitated, clearly startled by her precision, but before he could react, Lena pushed him away with a flick of her finger. She had danced enough and left the floor, catching her breath. From the cro
Lena’s father and grandfather poured themselves some wine, but before they could take a sip, they were scolded. “When it’s time to talk, you’re mute, but when it comes to lifting a wine glass, you’re the most enthusiastic.” “Aaron, when you find a wife, don’t pick someone like your sister or your mom, or you’ll spend your whole life getting nagged,” Lena’s father teased, earning laughter from everyone at the table. Although the homecoming had started awkwardly, the evening turned out enjoyable, with a lively and pleasant conclusion. “Why don’t you both stay the night? Don’t leave,” suggested Mrs. Lane after dinner. Lena: “No way!” Aaron: “I’ve got work!” Their simultaneous refusals drew the attention of everyone at the table. Lena kept her composure, her face impassive as she explained, “I’m currently preparing for a fetal surgery on a pregnant patient. There’s a lot of prep work involved. I was supposed to work overtime tonight, but you called me here at the last minute.
Lena’s mother’s face flushed with embarrassment at the questioning but quickly retorted, “Aaron, what kind of talk is that? Lena is my daughter. I gave birth to her and raised her. How could I possibly harm her?” “Then what do you call what you’re doing today?” Aaron’s voice and gaze were both ice-cold. “Your sister is just worried that Lena hasn’t moved on from Nate,” Lena’s father chimed in, trying to mediate. “That’s right, Aaron. Your sister and brother-in-law would never hurt Lena. Besides, the Goodwick family isn’t bad. It’s just that from the moment you two walked in, you’ve been giving them attitude, making sharp remarks at every turn,” added Aaron’s father, who had been silent until now. As the person in question, Lena couldn’t remain silent any longer. “Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, Dad, I know you all care about me and want the best for me, but I really don’t want to start a new relationship right now. That doesn’t mean I’m stuck in the past with Nate, though. Can you just
“Yes!” Lena and Aaron replied in unison. Mrs. Goodwick froze for a moment, then gave an awkward laugh. “You two are uncle and niece, having grown up together, but now that you’re adults, you should have your own spaces. What if Mr. Ace brings a girlfriend home? It wouldn’t be convenient, would it?” She certainly knew how to mind others' business. “I don’t have a girlfriend, so there’s no inconvenience,” Aaron replied flatly, blocking her attempts at argument like swatting away a fly. “But men and women are different,” Arthur said, his gaze toward Lena taking on a peculiar edge. “Only dirty-minded people think that way,” Lena shot back without hesitation. The back-and-forth between Aaron and Lena left no room for the Goodwick family to save face. Their expressions darkened considerably. Mrs. Lane had to step in to smooth things over. “It’s just that Lena had some trouble with a medical dispute recently. We were worried about her safety, so we let her stay with her uncle fo
“Lena, you’re back! Aaron…” Mrs. Lane immediately waved at Lena, signaling her to come over quickly. Lena had a sinking feeling and didn’t step forward. Just then, Aaron walked over and stood beside her, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room. As his sleeve brushed against Lena’s hand, the accidental touch gave her a sudden boost of courage. What was there to be afraid of? With Aaron here, her mother wouldn’t dare go overboard. It was a confidence she had grown up with—so long as Aaron was around, her mother was nothing more than a paper tiger. To this day, Lena couldn’t quite figure it out. Aaron wasn’t even biologically related to the family, yet everyone seemed to hold him in unusually high regard. Whatever he said, no one would dare contradict. It was precisely because of this unique favoritism that Lena often rode on his coattails, benefiting from his influence. “Chairman Goodwick, Mrs. Goodwick,” Aaron greeted the unfamiliar guests first, acknowledging the fa