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
If only I'd never met him, maybe it wouldn't hurt this much.Maybe I wouldn't have this extra layer of pain, the kind only he could give me.Hayden stayed quiet, and I finally pushed him away. "Just go."If we're destined never to be together, then this small comfort he offers is just poison disguised as relief.His eyes flickered, a hint of pain flashing through them as his jaw tightened. "Take care."With those words, he turned and walked out. The phone, still ringing in the background, finally went silent.I closed my eyes, feeling the ache in my head, like every heartbeat pulsing behind my eyelids.But the phone started ringing again, persistent and unrelenting. I sighed, opened my eyes, and glanced at the screen. The name flashing there made me freeze.It was Jace.Right now, talking to him was the last thing I wanted. If my parents' deaths were somehow tied to me, then the ultimate root of it all was Jace.If it hadn't been for his rare blood type, none of this twisted
Jace looked wrecked—pale, hair a mess, rough stubble shadowing his jaw. I'd never seen him this messed up, like he'd had a night just as brutal as mine.He must've found out about Matthew. Why else would he keep blowing up my phone?Weirdly, I didn't feel the anger I'd expected. Instead, I felt... nothing. Like something in me had finally just burnt out. Maybe I was numb.The doorway wasn't the place for this. I said, "Come in."Jace walked in and dropped onto the couch across from me. "My mom told me everything... Rea, I'm so sorry..."I didn't answer. I knew he hadn't just come here to apologize."Look, I know sorry's not enough. But I came here to ask... no, to beg..." His voice cracked as he looked at me, his face full of something raw. "Please, just... can you spare my dad? Just for whatever time he has left?"Beg? Hearing that word from Jace was rare.For all his recklessness, he'd always been fiercely loyal to his family.I just stared, watching his jaw tighten. "I know