I froze, not knowing what to say.Before I could react, someone in the crowd shouted, "The organizers keep letting their own people play. This is rigged! How about I go up instead? If she beats me, we'll forget that last mistake."I turned toward the voice.It was Yara, standing with Hayden next to her, looking as calm as ever, his eyes locked on me with that same steady stare.This woman wasn't just bold; she was good. She had the guts to challenge me in front of everyone, which meant she had to be at least as skilled as she was confident.The crowd immediately started chanting, "Let her play! Let her play!"The announcer glanced over at Hernan, who gave a small nod.He then announced that Yara would be joining me."Ms. Kay, I look forward to learning from you," Yara said, stepping forward and offering her hand.I didn't know her real intentions, but I couldn't back down now. I was already on stage, practically shoved into the spotlight.For Steve, for my own pride—I couldn'
Thud!Thud!One ball after another sank perfectly into the pockets, each shot met with louder cheers. My aim was on fire, and the crowd was actually starting to root for me.With Hayden watching nearby, a thought popped into my head: 'Keira, show him a side of you he's never seen.'We'd been together a while, but he'd never watched me play snooker. My skills were tied to memories with Jace, and I'd always worried it might stir something up if Hayden found out.But here I was, putting it all on display for him.Thud!I lined up my next shot, sent the cue ball spinning toward the pocket... but it stopped just short. Ugh. Close, but not quite. Now it was Yara's turn.The crowd went wild, switching sides to cheer her on as she took her place at the table.It was funny—neither Yara nor I were professionals, yet somehow, the crowd had split into full-on fan sections for us, like we were fierce rivals.Yara picked up her cue, leaning over the table with that practiced, graceful stan
"He doesn't dare to speak!" Hernan's voice cut through the darkness just as the lights came back on.He stood not far away, a cold, twisted smile at the corners of his mouth.So, I'd been right—this was his plan all along. There was never any real chance of escape, and now we'd only managed to provoke him.Without thinking, I yanked the person holding my hand behind me, stepping forward protectively.Hernan sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Haddy, are you really so pathetic now? Hiding behind a woman?"Haddy?Was he talking about... Hayden? But where was Hayden?Then, the person I'd pulled behind me stepped forward, and I heard a voice I knew way too well. I turned, stunned. Standing beside me, hand still in mine, was Hayden.Wait... Hayden? I could've sworn it was Steve leading me.I stared at him, completely thrown. Hayden's intense gaze was fixed on Hernan. "If you don't want to lose face, then step aside."The confidence in his voice was unmistakable, and I could
Hernan's gaze flicked to Hayden holding my hand, and he raised an eyebrow. "So, it's because of this, huh? Haddy's loyal, you know that, right?"In the middle of what felt like a showdown, Hernan was somehow calm enough to be all chatty."Haddy," he went on, "you thought breaking up with this girl and parading around with someone else would fool me? You must think I'm a total idiot."My heart skipped a beat, hard.I glanced at Hayden, hoping for a reaction, but he stayed silent.Hernan, ever the drama queen, turned to me. "Keira, I bet you don't even realize how loyal this guy is."He once had a dog, and after it died? Never got another one. Won't even look twice at a dog on the street now."A guy like that? Once he loves someone, he's not sharing his heart with anyone else."He gave a smug little smirk. "Right, Haddy?"Something tightened in my throat. I got what Hernan was implying—that Hayden's breakup with me and his engagement to Yara had all been a setup, a way to keep m
Hayden looked at me, his expression unreadable. Then he turned to Jace. "Take her away."Those three words snapped me back to reality.What was I doing? Was I really letting a few words from him mess with my head?I loosened my grip, and Hayden glanced at me once before striding off without another word. Jace tugged my arm. "Come on, let's go."Though my mind was still reeling, I realized the whole takedown of Hernan had been part of a plan—something Hayden and Jace had set up well in advance.Apparently, I was the only one who hadn't been told."When did you set all this up?" I asked Jace.He hesitated. "After I got back from Houston last time."It was right after that trip that Hayden broke up with me.So Hernan was telling the truth?I didn't have time to fully process it, so I pressed Jace. "Why didn't any of you tell me?"He looked conflicted, like he didn't want to answer.I pieced it together myself. "This was Hayden's idea, wasn't it?""He didn't want to drag you i
Jace was staring out the window like me, his lips pressed together. "Yeah," he muttered.It was just one word, but it was all I needed. He knew.I turned to him. "So you knew? Then why the whole act? Why bother with all this?"Jace's jaw tightened, but he didn't say anything.As the police car drove past us, Hernan gave a tiny wave in my direction.We were in our car with tinted windows, so there's no way he could've seen me... but then that wave. It was like he knew exactly where I was, exactly who was sitting here.So, this whole thing was under his control the whole time? Yet, he still let himself fall into Hayden's trap.That's when it hit me. Hernan's capture? That wasn't the end. It was just the start of whatever mess was coming next.A cold shiver ran down my spine as I remembered what he'd said. "Jace, Hernan told me there's someone else pulling the strings.""Hm?" Jace glanced at me, clearly waiting for me to explain more, but I just pressed my lips together. Hernan h
I froze. What the actual heck?Had he seriously been on the phone with Hayden this whole time?Jace hung up and glanced at me. "He called me earlier. I thought he hung up, but I guess he left the line open... worried about you.""You think I'm an idiot?" I shot back, sarcasm dripping from my voice.It was so obvious now. Jace had left the call open on purpose—and that whole question about whether I'd take Hayden back? That was for Hayden's ears.Jace didn't even try to explain himself. He just sighed. "Yeah, guess that was my bad. But at least now Hayden knows where you stand. He needs to get it through his head... you're not someone he can just drop and pick up whenever he feels like it."Honestly, I didn't mind that Hayden knew how I felt. Actually, it saved me from having to spell it out."Thanks for your heartfelt concern," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, before I hopped out of the car.Jace followed me, launching into a mini tour of Wayne's place."This is a place
Jace turned to look at me, like he was waiting for my reaction. "You know what he regrets missing out on?"Oh, he was testing me. Trying to see if I got the whole Wayne-likes-you thing.I played it cool. "Guess only Wayne knows what he missed."Jace didn't push it. We kept walking, and when we passed a koi pond, he casually mentioned, "He's got a lot of fish in there. I heard when he calls 'Dinner time,' they all swim right up to him.""Wait, so Wayne's a fish whisperer now?" I laughed."Don't believe me? Let's test it out," Jace said, grinning as he led me to the edge of the pond. Sure enough, the water was full of koi—red, yellow, white, even some speckled ones. They looked plump and healthy, like they had their own personal chef. And they were way too cute."Go ahead, give it a try," Jace encouraged.I reached out to touch the water, but as soon as I did, the fish scattered like I was some kind of monster. "Uh, how exactly am I supposed to try this?""Just call out 'Dinner t
Peter's expression darkened at Hayden's playful jab, but Hayden merely smiled lightly, as if relishing the discomfort. "From what you’ve said, Mr. Mitchell, you must be quite the romantic," he teased. The tea began to boil, releasing a rich fragrance into the air. Hayden had done his homework on Peter. Despite his dignified reputation, Mr. Mitchell had married three times, fathered no children with his wives, and even had an illegitimate child with a mistress. This mistress had borne him a son and then tried to leverage the child to gain the title of "Madam Mitchell." Peter, stubborn and prideful, refused her demands and even sent people to take the child by force. But the mistress, knowing Peter’s methods, preemptively entrusted the child to someone else. When Mitchell’s men came to seize the boy, an explosive argument broke out. In a fit of rage, Mitchell struck her, and in defiance, the mistress stabbed herself in the chest, intending only to scare him. Unfortunately, the blad
When Hayden arrived at the teahouse, Ron glanced at his watch and tapped it meaningfully before saying in a low voice, "The man’s been waiting for half an hour." "Getting impatient?" Hayden asked casually, his tone devoid of concern. His attire was simple and understated, nothing to draw attention. If not for his sharply defined features and the naturally aloof aura he carried, his outfit would have rendered him almost invisible in a crowd. "No, not at all. I’m quite patient," Ron replied with an exaggerated expression of innocence, as though pleading not to be falsely accused. Hayden gave him a glance that seemed to say, Then why bother pointing it out? "But arriving this late does come across as impolite, doesn’t it?" Ron added, his tone that of a model citizen, someone who might have been a class leader or an exemplary student back in the day. "I did it on purpose," Hayden replied, cutting him off with five simple words that silenced Ron. Hayden pushed open the door an
"Because this love didn’t give me the happiness I imagined," Lena explained with a faint smile. "It’s like going to the supermarket, picking out a snack you’re excited about, and then finding out it doesn’t suit your taste. After that, you just don’t like it anymore and won’t bother with it again." Her metaphor was strikingly apt. "And what does the happiness you imagine look like?" Aaron asked, as though playing the role of a persistent interviewer. Lena, softened by the alcohol, answered obediently, "I don’t know. But whatever it is, Nate didn’t give it to me." Aaron observed the peaceful resignation in her expression and pressed further. "Do you still believe in love? Do you still want to start a new relationship?" "Of course," Lena said, finally lifting her gaze to meet his. Her eyebrows arched into a cheerful expression. "I’m not the kind of person who gets scared off by a bad experience. If I meet someone who makes my heart race again, I’ll love them boldly and passiona
He was waiting for her? What for? "Uncle, you didn’t skip dinner, did you?" Lena’s first thought was his meal. In truth, he hadn’t eaten. After receiving her message, he had been uneasy all evening, unable to focus on food. "You didn’t eat? I’ll make something for you," Lena assumed his silence was confirmation. "There’s no need," Aaron refused. "Then why were you waiting for me? Is something wrong?" In Lena’s view, Aaron would never wait for her without a reason. He gazed at her, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "You’ve been drinking?" She nodded, flashing him a sweet, soft smile. She even gestured with her hand, "Just a little." Aaron stepped closer, his tall frame looming over her with an intensity that made her feel small. Though the light above bathed his eyes, they remained dark and inscrutable, filled with a depth that was hard to read. Lena sensed something was off. "Uncle, what’s wrong?" She looked into his deep, clear eyes, untouched by any impurity.
"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