"Hayden, what's wrong with Keira? Is she sick?" Yuna's voice broke through the haze around me."Hayden, why aren't you saying anything? Keira wouldn't come home with me—are you two fighting?""How much longer until she wakes up?"I slowly opened my eyes, finding Yuna clinging to Hayden, her eyes red with worry. She must have been terrified when I fainted like that.Hayden's face was tense, his jaw set. "Stop overthinking. The doctor said she's fine.""Then what about you two? Are you fine?" Yuna pressed, clearly not buying it.Hayden hesitated. "I'll explain later.""Hayden!" Yuna raised her voice, almost scolding him. "So, you are fighting with Keira. Why? You promised you'd take care of her the way you do for me!""Yuna, there are things you don't understand. Please, don't make a fuss. Just go home, okay?" Hayden softened his voice, trying to calm her."No way. I'm staying until Keira wakes up," she said stubbornly.Hayden looked frustrated but kept his cool, trying to be p
Why else would he spend all those years helping everyone, scraping by just to pay for his own sister's heart transplant?And with Jace... if I hadn't given him blood, it would've been like watching him die right there in front of me.I couldn't figure out what was going on in Hayden's head, and I was done pretending I didn't notice. So, I opened my eyes, catching him off guard, making it impossible for him to hide that tenderness in his gaze.His hand, which had been gently tracing my cheek, froze. The warmth in his eyes flickered—too late to hide it.After a moment, he pulled his hand back, but I was faster. I grabbed it, holding tight. "Hayden, what are you doing? You clearly care, so why are you putting me through this?"Tears spilled over. I swear, I was one of those people who cried way too easily.I always told myself to stay strong, but my tears never got the memo. Fine—let them fall. If he was gonna see me cry, at least he'd know how much I cared, how much I loved him.M
Hayden just stared at me, silent.My heart was pounding like I was waiting for the verdict on some huge screw-up.Finally, after what felt like forever, he moved. He took my hand and said, "Keira, let go."And just like that, my heart dropped straight through the floor.Humiliation flooded over me, hot and stinging. I'd swallowed every last bit of my pride to try to fix things, and still... nothing.He'd made up his mind.He loved me, but he wouldn't be with me.That stubborn jerk.Anger and frustration boiled over, and before I knew it, I sank my teeth into his shoulder. Hard.He let out a grunt, but he didn't push me away—just stood there and let me do it.And the more I bit, the angrier I got. Part of me wanted to snap him out of whatever trance he was in, to make him wake up, make him change his mind.But even when my jaw started aching, he just stood there, stone-cold.I'd tried sweet-talking, promises, and now I was biting him with every ounce of frustration I had lef
If Lena left too, I'd seriously have no one to talk to.I get that life's just a big cycle of people coming and going—friends, family, relationships. But I wasn't ready for Lena to be one of the ones who drifted away."It's not like that," she said, catching my worried look. "I just want some more time off. They suspend me whenever they feel like it, bring me back whenever they want. Do they think I'm that easy?" She rolled her eyes, making me laugh."Oh, Dr. Lane, are you finally planning to put them in their place?""Absolutely. If I don't push back now, they'll drop me the second anything else happens." Lena was always so solid—at work, in love, everywhere."Not worried they won't take you back?" I teased.She poured me a glass of water, smirking. "Please. If one place doesn't want me, there's a line that will." She leaned in close, her face inches from mine. "Think I'm low on options?"Now that was confidence.With Lena's skills, hospitals would be lining up for her if this
I held the phone, hesitating for a few seconds, wondering what Jace wanted.Lena raised an eyebrow, silently urging me to answer."Rea," came Jace's voice."What's up?" My tone stayed cold, guarded.Even though things were over with Hayden, there was zero chance I'd go back to Jace. Every time he reached out, my walls shot up on instinct."I'm back," he said, like he'd just returned from some epic quest."Yeah, I know." Wayne had already told me.Jace paused. "Can we meet? If you don't want to meet alone, we can do it at my parents' house. They really miss you."I pictured Matthew and Lindey, the way they'd always been there for me, the airport pick-ups, the family dinners. Of course, they'd be worried."I have some things I need to tell you," Jace added when I stayed quiet. "It's about Steve... and it involves Hayden, too."My breath hitched. Hayden and I were done; anything related to him shouldn't even matter anymore.But that thought didn't last. Against my better judgme
"Who was at the door just now?" Lena asked, clearly trying to dodge any convo that might bring me down."Tanya," I said, tugging the curtains open to see rain starting to patter outside. "Last time, she wanted to talk 'collaboration.' Today, she was all chatty again. I ignored her.""Her kid's set to be discharged in a month," Lena said, meaning Tanya's preemie. "The baby's actually doing well, but she hasn't visited even once."I thought back to the last time I saw that tiny baby. "All she cares about is money. If Jace got custody, she'd be clinging to him so fast it'd make your head spin.""What could she possibly want to 'collaborate' with you on?""No clue, but whatever it is, I'm not buying it. She's just... drama on two legs. Best to keep my distance," I said, not budging.Lena stretched and got up. "You're right. Less contact, the better. But let's be real—if she's set on getting to you, she's not gonna back off after one or two brush-offs."She laughed, heading to the ba
"It's raining outside. Can't you talk here?" Lindey muttered, but one look from Matthew shut her up."Mom, didn't you say you were going to make gnocchi? Let me help," Wayne finally spoke up, breaking the tension.I didn't respond, just got up and followed Jace to the door, where he was waiting with an umbrella.Honestly, if he wanted privacy, there were a dozen rooms in the house. No real reason to head out into a downpour. But clearly, he had his reasons, so I didn't ask."You cold? Need a jacket?" he offered, sounding unexpectedly thoughtful.I couldn't deny that he'd been more considerate since our breakup. But it was too late for that."No, I'm good." I took the umbrella from him and stepped into the rain.Jace fell into step beside me, quiet for a beat. "Remember the last time we walked together in the rain like this?"Of course I remembered. It was about a year ago, when Seavora had been half-flooded from days of nonstop rain. Some streets were so submerged they were bas
I glanced down, noticing his soaked shoes. "Then how'd Hayden pull it off?""No clue. And nobody else seems to know, either." Jace tilted his umbrella up a bit, meeting my eyes."So, you thought I'd know? That you could get answers from me?"Jace held steady under my sharp stare. "I know you don't."He held my gaze for a beat before looking away. "He's deliberately keeping it under wraps. But I did hear something.""What?""Word is that the boss at Quartz Cue got... well, 'dealt with.' Not sure if it's true." He sounded hesitant, but I got what he was hinting at."You think Hayden was involved?"Jace was quiet for a second. "Maybe. But Quartz Cue is huge in Houston. Their boss isn't the kind of guy you just... handle."The way he said it, I could tell he'd tried to meet this Quartz Cue boss himself—and failed."I don't know how Hayden helped Steve. And he never gave me a chance to ask."Just then, a gust of wind sent a raindrop splashing against my cheek, cold and sharp. It
"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
Ever since the matter with the Drago family and Wayne was resolved, and Hayden returned safely, Keira thought all the danger was behind them. But now, with Hayden’s sudden remark, unease crept back into her. It wasn’t fear; it was something else. Now that she had a baby on the way, she just wanted to get through each day peacefully, ensuring her child could come into this world happy and safe. Through the rearview mirror, she saw the car tailing them. It was a large SUV—imposing and sturdy. "If you were to collide with them head-on now, what are our chances of winning?" she asked Hayden. He let out a soft chuckle. "What do you think?" To make getting in and out of the car more convenient and comfortable for Keira, Hayden had chosen to drive a corporate vehicle. In terms of size, the car behind them was far larger than theirs. "Even if we could win a collision, we won’t do it," Hayden said, taking her hand in his. "Don’t worry. Once we reach the next stop, I’ll let you out
Keira hung up the phone, chuckling to herself. When Hayden returned, he found her smiling. “What’s got you in such a good mood?” he asked, glancing at the TV, which was off, and then at her phone, which she wasn’t using either. Keira reached for the durian he had bought her. Lately, she’d been craving it like an addict. No idea why—it was as if she couldn’t get enough of it. “I’ll wash my hands and cut it for you,” Hayden said, stopping her from handling it. “You just need to eat.” He pulled her along to wash her hands as well. Hayden stood behind her at the sink, his arms wrapping around her protectively. As he washed her hands, she recounted the story about Lena. “The car accident on the news is probably the same one,” he commented. “But it only mentioned the White family.” “Aaron has always kept a low profile,” Keira replied, but as she turned her head, her words were cut off. Her lips brushed against his. It was completely unintentional, yet somehow, it was a perfect