"Haddy really is a heartless one," Hernan let go of me, his voice dripping with mock sympathy.I shot him a look, feeling my blood boil. And before I knew it, I just snapped. I grabbed the closest thing to me and hurled it at him. "See? I was never his girl! What a jerk. Total... idiot."I don't normally curse—like, ever. But in that moment? I didn't even care who I was mad at anymore. I just needed to say it.Shouting all that—the anger, the frustration, the hurt—it actually made me feel lighter, like I could finally breathe again. Like I was throwing off this weight I'd been carrying around for way too long.Hernan didn't flinch. He just stood there like a wall, taking it all.By the time my arms were too weak to move, I crumpled to the floor, curling into a ball. I felt empty, like every ounce of energy had been drained from me.Eventually, Hernan walked out. But as the door clicked shut behind him, I caught a voice from outside."You seriously think she's the one who's gonna
Snooker? Yeah, right. This was just his way of keeping me locked up like some kind of hostage while he tried to force Steve into winning.It was clear now—I wasn't getting out of here until after the game.Fine. If I had to stick around, I might as well make it count.Honestly, I'd already calmed down. The whole phone-smashing thing was just for show.Hernan had been spying on me, tampering with my phone to track every call and message. Destroying it was the only way to stop him from eavesdropping.I'd thrown my little tantrum, and now he was going full-on villain mode with his plans. Any more drama would just be a waste of energy.So, I stepped out onto the terrace for a little fresh air. But the second I saw it, I froze.The terrace was massive—it stretched across the whole estate, with lush gardens, a golf course, an open-air snooker hall, a pool, and probably some other stuff I hadn't even seen yet. It looked like a giant playground for rich people.And there he was—Hernan,
"Three rounds!""No problem," I shot back, grabbing the cue stick that felt just right in my hands."Good choice," he said, eyeing me like I'd just picked out some rare treasure.I raised an eyebrow.He smirked. "That's my favorite cue.""Is that so?" I asked, matching his playful tone as I glanced down at the stick. That's when I noticed the engraving.Curious, I leaned in closer. It read 'Hart.'Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out: "This isn't your cue... it's..."I almost said Hayden's but caught myself just in time. No way. Hayden and Hernan were total enemies. There was no way Hernan would have one of his cues, especially not something personalized like this. It was clearly for someone who took snooker seriously.I remembered asking Hayden once how good he was at snooker. He'd shrugged it off like it didn't matter, saying he was "just average." No way someone like him would splurge on a custom cue. And if he did, there was no way he'd leave it for Hernan to
I didn't answer right away. Instead, I put on my best "thinking" face.Hernan gestured toward a lounge chair. "Come, sit down. Take your time."Little did he know, I didn't need to think. I already had my request locked and loaded.He settled back in his chair, casually crossing his long legs in his crisp white slacks, sipping his wine with all the cool, effortless charm of a guy who knew he looked good.And damn, did he ever. His deep-set eyes had that smoldering, I'm-about-to-pull-you-in vibe.I quickly looked away, focusing on a corner of the pool table instead. "After this match, I want you to promise never to mess with... Steve again."In the snooker world, Steve was untouchable.If Hernan and his crew were using shady underground matches to rake in cash, they wouldn't stop at one round with Steve. They'd try to pull him in, make him their personal player forever.And Steve? He'd rather break his own arm than let that happen.Hernan's brow furrowed for just a second. I sa
Hernan gave a small nod, straightening up. "Not bad. You're not totally lost in love. But seriously, why are you so hell-bent on saving Steve? Is he really that big of a deal to you?"He was sizing me up, playing it cool while trying to dig into my head, figure out how much I cared."Not really," I said, keeping it casual.He laughed like he knew I was bluffing. "Yet, you used your one shot to save him.""Steve taught me snooker," I said like it was obvious. "So, his mess is kinda my mess."Hernan shook his head, unimpressed. "But why not just use it to get yourself out? Why not ask me to let you go?"I shrugged. "Come on, you've made it clear you're keeping me here 'til the game's over. Even if you did let me go, I wouldn't make it out the door before you caught me. Besides, I came to see Steve play. I'm not running."My eyes drifted to his arm, where his sleeve was rolled up, showing a deep, jagged scar.Hernan noticed me staring and tugged his sleeve higher like he didn't ca
Oh, now I was his girl? Since when?Seriously, he was just here to cause drama.The air got super tense, like a switch flipped, and guess what? I was the one who made it happen.Jace's grip on my hand tightened, his eyes shooting daggers at Hernan. "You wanna bring the cops into this? Fine, keep your goons here," he snapped.Hernan laughed. "You're gonna use the cops to scare me? Please. You're way behind Haddy. No wonder she picked him over you."I swear, my jaw almost hit the floor. Did he really just go there? Trying to mess with Hayden and Jace like that?Jace's face went colder than I thought possible, his expression turning into straight ice. I could feel the tension—Hayden was his sore spot, and Hernan was digging in."You can have all the enemies you want, but Keira's off-limits," Jace warned.Then, without warning, Hernan grabbed my wrist, and his eyes softened, looking at me like he was about to swoon. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. How could I hurt someone as
I shoved Jace hard. "I said I'm not leaving. Why can't you just get that? Right now, I want to stay here. Whether I end up as wolf chow or get bit by some stray dog, it's really none of your business."Jace's face went all stormy. "Rea—"I cut him off, my voice ice cold. "Jace, we don't have anything anymore. My life isn't your problem, and I don't want it to be."He just stood there, staring at me, his eyes full of raw hurt, like I'd just kicked his puppy. Finally, he muttered, "This is your choice. Don't come crying to me later.""I don't regret anything I do," I shot back, my words sharp.That stung. I saw his jaw tighten, and after a long beat, he turned and started to walk away. But then he stopped, held up a hand, and pointed at Hernan like he was about to declare war. "I'm warning you—don't hurt her. If you do, you'll regret it."With that, Jace threw one last glance my way before leaving.I stood there, watching his figure fade, a weird, familiar feeling stirring in my c
Hernan wasn't just talking big; he really didn't show up again until the day of the match. If he said Hayden would be there, he wasn't bluffing.Not that it mattered to me anymore.Turns out, even the deepest love can't survive too much disappointment. Jace, once upon a time, and now Hayden—both proved that, no problem.Hernan came back early on the third morning. I was sitting on the terrace in a rocking chair, watching the sunrise.He waved up at me from the ground floor. When I looked down, I saw him standing there in a tan suit and white slacks, holding a bouquet of white roses. At over six feet tall, with that build, he looked like he should be on a runway somewhere."Come down," Hernan called up to me.I went downstairs. As soon as I reached him, he handed me the flowers and pulled me into his arms. "Good morning, my princess."Okay, I had to admit, he was kind of romantic. Hayden showed me love, but it was always this careful, reserved thing. He never held me like this, a