Thorsten leaned in, his gaze fixed on my face as he chuckled softly.I had no idea what he found so amusing, but I held his stare, demanding an answer. I wasn't about to back down now.Finally, after his laughter faded, he said, "Alright, I'll let you die with the truth. Your father got in the way of someone else's money."My mind flashed to the contract my father had been negotiating."He blocked someone else's profit—not yours. So why did you go after my parents?" I pressed, still not understanding.Thorsten smirked. "Have you forgotten what I do? How I made my fortune?"The answer hit me. He'd done it for money—someone had hired him."Who was it?" I demanded, my voice tight with desperation.Thorsten didn't answer directly. Instead, he leaned back, watching me. "Who do you think it was?"The pieces fell into place, each one hitting like a blow. My parents' death was tied to that contract, which eventually landed in Matthew's hands. So... it was him.I'd suspected it before
Thorsten laughed. "You're clever. Maybe you'll be born into a good family in your next life."With that, he stood, and I instinctively leaned forward, almost collapsing at his feet. One of his bodyguards moved to grab me, but Thorsten held him back, giving me a cold, disdainful look. "Now that you know everything, what do you want? Beg me to let you go?"Yes, I wanted him to let me go.I couldn't die here—not like this. That would be too much of a loss."I don't believe you. Not unless you let me confront Matthew myself. Or at least call him—I want to hear what he has to say." My words were both genuine and a desperate attempt to buy time.If I could just hold him off a little longer, maybe someone would come looking for me.But who would?I didn't have time to figure that out. I held Thorsten's gaze, praying he'd give in.But he just signaled to his bodyguard, and the next thing I knew, I was being dragged away.Thorsten left, and I was shoved back into my chair, his words ec
A solid chest and a familiar scent made me freeze.I looked up, and there he was—Hayden.His face was tense, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with worry. I had no clue how he'd found me, but just seeing him melted the terror inside me. Any thought of our breakup faded as I clung to his shirt like he was my lifeline.His arm wrapped around my waist, steadying me. "Are you hurt?" he asked."No," I managed, just as the sound of angry voices erupted outside, closing in fast.Before I could process what was happening, Hayden's arm tightened around me, and suddenly, I felt myself lifted off the ground.Kicks, punches, and grunts filled the air around us.It was like an action scene straight out of a movie, only this was real—and happening right beside me.I'd seen Hayden fight before, but not like this. Taking on an entire group and leaving them scattered on the ground? It was another level.No wonder he's ex-military. He was... incredible.I couldn't help but remember something J
Hayden didn't answer right away, but I could tell he already knew more than he was letting on."Why won't you just tell me?" Frustration spilled over, and my hand hit the seat between us.Screech—The car lurched to a stop, his grip white-knuckling the steering wheel, veins popping. I couldn't stop staring."For the money," he finally said.I turned, searching his face, but he kept it turned away, giving me nothing.I thought of Yuna's illness. "Was it... was it to pay for Yuna's treatment?"Hayden popped open the glove compartment, pulled out a cigarette, and after a few clicks, he lit up. He took a long drag, his voice low. "My father was responsible for your parents' deaths. That's a debt—a sin he left behind. So, now, I owe you a life."He wasn't answering my question directly, but he'd given me a truth that stung more.I watched him, distant as he smoked. "And how do you plan to repay that... 'life debt'?"The cigarette trembled just a bit in his hand, but he didn't answ
The lights in the Johnston main hall were blinding, making everything feel sharper, more intense.Lindey didn't give me her usual warm welcome. Instead, her expression was all nerves.Matthew just sat there, still as a statue.I couldn't ignore how frail he looked now—thinner, with hair that had gone almost completely white. But as Hayden and I stepped in, he barely reacted, his face a blank slate.Lindey got up, awkwardly. "Rea, Hayden... you're here.""Lindey. Matthew," I greeted, same as always.Matthew gestured for us to sit, and Isabel brought over tea."Are you hurt?" Matthew asked, breaking the silence.I wanted to shrug it off, but my wrist burned—a painful reminder of hours spent tied up, bruises still fresh and sore.Lindey noticed. Her hand twitched like she wanted to reach out, but she held back. It was like she wasn't sure if she could still show that kind of care."Let Lindey put some ointment on that later," Matthew said, his voice calm.A bitter taste filled
"Rea, calm down. Let Matthew finish," Lindey tried, her voice soft but strained.Matthew adjusted his glasses, looking almost... regretful. "Rea, if I told you I never intended for your father to die... would you believe me?"Thorsten had already told me everything. And now Matthew wanted to rewrite the story?Fine. I'd hear him out."Your father had a gift for distribution, something I couldn't match. But he didn't want to partner with me; he wanted to go solo. If he did, Seavora would've been his for the taking," Matthew paused, gathering himself. "People are selfish by nature—it's unavoidable."So yes, I was jealous. More than that, I resented him. It felt like his refusal to work with me was a judgment, like he was saying I wasn't good enough."And when he landed that contract with Thorsten—the one I'd been fighting for—it only proved his talent."I knew that contract was the key to everything I wanted. Fueled by jealousy and a need to win, I decided I'd take that project fr
If Hayden hadn't said anything, I might have forgotten he was even there.His face was unreadable, but his eyes? Dark and intense, like he was drilling straight into Matthew. He was talking about his dad. But Thorsten had already mentioned Hayden's father was involved—bribed, apparently. Hayden himself admitted it was all about the money on the way here.So why was he bringing it up again? What was he really digging for?My head started to pound, like a jackhammer revving up. I glanced at Matthew, who somehow looked perfectly calm. Lindey, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves, fingers clutching Matthew's arm.After a long, tense silence, Matthew finally replied, "Your father was bribed. That has nothing to do with me.""Are you absolutely sure about that?" Hayden shot back, his voice ice-cold."Hayden," Lindey jumped in, defending Matthew. "He's already admitted what he did to Rea's parents. If he'd been involved with your dad, he wouldn't hide it now."Hayden's jaw clenche
But right now, I couldn't push him away—I needed something to hold onto, even if it was just for a little while.My whole body felt weightless as Hayden lifted me in his arms. Lindey's voice trailed after us, desperate, "Rea, Hayden, you two—""I'm taking her home. Whatever she decides, we'll deal with it later," Hayden said, his voice hard as stone, then carried me out in long strides.When he set me down in the car, I clutched his shirt, burying my face in his shoulder as everything finally cracked open, and I broke down, sobbing into him without holding back.Hayden didn't flinch, letting me cry as my tears soaked through his clothes.I cried so hard, I couldn't even catch my breath, and he ended up taking me straight to the hospital.Lying there, I eventually calmed down, but my mind was still a storm.What was I supposed to do next?Turn Matthew in? Get him arrested to somehow avenge my parents?But would that even feel like revenge? It'd just be justice against a terribl