Wayne walked in, ice-cold and ready to throw down. He didn't waste a second before turning on his parents.Matthew's face darkened. "Wayne, are you really going down this path? Throwing everything away?"Wayne stared at them, his voice steady yet sharp. "Everything? You mean the scraps you've been throwing me my whole life? Let me spell it out for you. The moment Jace was born, I stopped existing. You made it all about him—your golden child. Meanwhile, I was just... there. Forgotten. Like furniture."You let him sleep in your room while I stayed alone in the dark, hiding under a blanket, terrified. But it was always the same excuse, wasn't it? 'He's younger than you.' Newsflash—I was a kid too! Did that ever occur to you?"Wayne's voice cracked. "It wasn't just the attention. He took everything. Your love, my toys, my clothes—literally everything I cared about. And you? You guilt-tripped me into letting it happen. 'You're the older brother.' That was your catch-all excuse for wreck
Lindey's face flushed lightly—a dead giveaway that I'd nailed it.She couldn't stomach losing all that money, especially to me.Over the years, she'd acted like a saint—lavishing me with affection, so much so that I'd actually thought I could forgive her and the Johnstons for killing my parents.But now? The truth hit me like a slap to the face: Lindey's kindness had always come with strings attached.Her affection was a limited-time offer, contingent on me staying out of her way. She used to gush about how I was like the daughter she never had, even if I didn't marry Jace.And stupid me—I actually bought it. Turns out, Lindey didn't love me. She loved what I brought to the table."This belongs to me," I said flatly, the chill in my tone sharper than ice. "You and your family stole it from my parents." I wasn't the meek little girl anymore, not after seeing their true colors."Rea, I... I didn't mean it like that—"Her weak attempt at an excuse made me want to laugh—or maybe sc
Hayden could be cold, sure. But he wasn't the type to stand by and let someone die. Especially not after I begged him.Even if he didn't love me anymore, there was no way he'd be that indifferent. And yet, that day, he just stood there. Watched. Let the crocodiles get to Jace before stepping in.There had to be a reason.For a month after Hayden's death, I replayed that moment over and over, trying to piece it together. If it wasn't about Hayden, maybe it was about Jace.Jace frowned. "You're asking me?"My eyes flicked to his arm—the one that still hadn't healed. "If he didn't save you right away, there must've been a reason."His tone turned sharp. "What are you trying to say?""I'm saying it's weird. You two were allies against Hernan and Bruno, right? But when your life was on the line, he hesitated. Doesn't that strike you as... off?""I don't understand it either," he said stiffly. "But it doesn't matter. Hayden's gone. He can't explain himself."Fair. Hayden was gone. A
I gripped the admission letter, heading to find Yuna. She was a kindergarten teacher now, surrounded by little giggling kids. Her laugh mixed with theirs, so bright and full of life it was hard not to smile.For a second, I froze. Was this really the right move? Pushing her to go back to school when she seemed so happy here?"Keira!" Yuna called, jogging over once the kids were settled. Her cheeks were flushed, and sweat dotted her forehead and nose. "If you hadn't come today, I was totally about to hunt you down this weekend!"I handed her a tissue, shaking my head. "You've been running around like crazy. Are you sure you're feeling okay? No weird pains or anything?""Not a thing! I feel amazing," she said with a bright smile, pressing a hand over her chest. "This heart feels like it's really mine now—it's been so good to me."Her words made me think of Narelle and Wade, and all the complicated feelings Wade couldn't quite put into words."So, you and Wade?" I asked, jumping rig
This lifetime, neither of us would ever reach Hayden again.The thought twisted something deep in my heart, the way it always did when I thought of him.The worst part? I couldn't tell her. Not yet. Not until I was sure her heart—both physically and emotionally—could take it. I'd need to talk to Lena, get Nate to give her a thorough check-up.Because eventually, the truth would have to come out. Hayden was gone, and while I could shield her from that heartbreak for now, I knew I couldn't keep it buried forever."What do you want to tell Hayden?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay light. "Just a quick thank-you?""Exactly!" Yuna's face lit up as she hugged the admission letter close, her joy practically glowing.I cleared my throat. "No need for that. Just thank me instead—I'm the one who got you the letter."Yuna blinked, surprised, and then her face broke into a playful grin. She gave me a goofy thumbs-up. "You're the best sis-in-law ever, Keira. Thanks!"I accepted her gratitu
It hit me then—I'd completely overlooked the Hart family. As the newly named heir, Hayden's absence should've sent alarms blaring. They should've been looking for him, not sitting back.But instead of a real investigation, they were just sending people to Yuna, fishing for details through her.Something didn't add up.Trying to ignore the slump in Yuna's shoulders, I asked, "Yuna, who from the Hart family came to see you?""A guy about Hayden's age. His name was... Kylian."Kylian Hart. His face popped into my mind like a bad memory."How many times did he come? Was he always alone?" I pushed."Yeah," Yuna said with a small nod.She wasn't in the mood to keep talking, and I didn't want to push her further. Instead, I shifted gears. "Whenever you're ready to start college, let me know. I'll take you."Yuna looked up, her gaze steady. "I want both you and Hayden to take me."Her simple request landed with weight. I forced a smile, swallowing hard. "Sure. I'll let him know. Hope
Yara's question hit me sideways. I hadn't dared let my mind go there.I hadn't dared to entertain such a thought.I mean, I saw him collapse, heard the doctor say the surgery didn't work, and yeah, I even held his ashes. That's as final as it gets.Sure, I've dreamed about him coming back. But those were just desperate little fantasies.Life isn't some cheesy movie. Hayden died. End of story. No rewrites, no miracles. I hated it, but the truth didn't care about my feelings."I wish he wasn't," I said, my voice barely above a whisper."Then why are you here, grilling me if you've already made peace with it?" Yara shot back.I studied her for a moment. "Because something feels off," I said finally.Her eyes narrowed. "What exactly feels off?""The Hart family's reaction doesn't add up. And you..." I paused, narrowing my eyes at her. "You're way too calm. Not even a little wrecked—that's what feels off."Yara didn't even blink. "Who says I'm not devastated?" she replied flatly.
"This design was your boyfriend's work, wasn't it? It's so unique—and it even matches your bracelet," the clerk said, her sharp gaze locking onto the connection."Why didn't he come with you? Should we hold onto the ring for him to pick up, or are you taking it?" she asked, genuinely curious."I'll take it," I said, grabbing the men's ring and sliding it onto my thumb without hesitation.She blinked in surprise, then smiled. "I have to admit, it actually suits you.""Thanks," I replied flatly, turning to leave with both rings in hand.Not even five minutes after stepping out of the store, I noticed someone trailing me.I caught the guy's reflection in the side mirror of a parked car as I walked past. Acting like I hadn't seen anything, I let him follow. He didn't try to confront me or even come close—he just kept his distance. For two days.It wasn't about money—or me, for that matter. He wasn't looking to hurt me.But why the shadow act?That was his question to answer. So, I
“Lena, you’re back! Aaron…” Mrs. Lane immediately waved at Lena, signaling her to come over quickly. Lena had a sinking feeling and didn’t step forward. Just then, Aaron walked over and stood beside her, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room. As his sleeve brushed against Lena’s hand, the accidental touch gave her a sudden boost of courage. What was there to be afraid of? With Aaron here, her mother wouldn’t dare go overboard. It was a confidence she had grown up with—so long as Aaron was around, her mother was nothing more than a paper tiger. To this day, Lena couldn’t quite figure it out. Aaron wasn’t even biologically related to the family, yet everyone seemed to hold him in unusually high regard. Whatever he said, no one would dare contradict. It was precisely because of this unique favoritism that Lena often rode on his coattails, benefiting from his influence. “Chairman Goodwick, Mrs. Goodwick,” Aaron greeted the unfamiliar guests first, acknowledging the fa
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s completely healed,” Lena said as she sat down. “Any new issues or discoveries today?” “None,” Nate replied, his dark, deep gaze lingering on her with a complex expression. Lena noticed but pretended not to. She had no intention of asking. When she lowered her head to focus on work, Nate withdrew his gaze. For the rest of the day, he didn’t say another word to her. This behavior was unusual for him. Ever since he returned to promote his research project, Nate had always carried himself with humility, desperately seeking her forgiveness. But today, he acted like just another colleague, a completely different person from before. Although this change was what Lena had hoped for, she couldn’t help but feel unsettled. What had brought on this sudden shift? She thought back to the incident yesterday when she had asked Nate and Aaron to leave while her wound was being treated. Could it be that her uncle had said something to Nate? On the drive bac
Aaron didn’t give Nate an answer, but silence itself was an answer. Lena’s test results came back negative: no traces of snake venom were found in her system. The wound had been treated, and in the end, it turned out to be a false alarm. “Sorry, Uncle,” Lena said apologetically. “I ruined your camping trip.” When she had been bitten by the snake, her screams were so terrifying that they startled everyone else. The others quickly packed up and left, bringing the camping trip to an abrupt, messy end. “It’s fine. You can make it up to everyone another time,” Aaron replied in a way that defied all expectations. Shouldn’t he be comforting her? He didn’t play by the rules, and Lena decided she wouldn’t either. “I’m not making it up to anyone. If anything, you owe me, Uncle.” “How would you like me to compensate you?” This time, he sounded more reasonable. Lena blinked mischievously. “I haven’t decided yet. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” After saying that, she sigh
Nate stared at her face, carefully observing her expression and movements. He had a rough idea of her condition but still asked, "Bitten on the ankle, right? Let me see the wound." As he spoke, he bent down. However, before he could touch Lena, she was moved away. Nate looked up at Aaron. "Mr. Ace, even if the snake isn’t venomous, its teeth carry a lot of bacteria." Aaron’s response was as sharp as ever. "Oh, so you can see the bacteria and have a chat with them, asking them to leave? Or can you wipe them out with your bare hands?" Without waiting for Nate’s reply, Aaron scooped up Lena and walked off. Nate crouched there for a few seconds, stunned, before standing up and following quickly.-Lena was seated in a chair as the doctor lifted her leg. Just as Nate reached out to roll up her pant leg, Aaron had already done it. Nate had no choice but to awkwardly withdraw his hand. The doctor began cleaning the wound with disinfectant. Meanwhile, Aaron gently placed his hand
The black Cayenne roared through the night, the driver pushing the car to its limits as if his foot might break through the gas pedal. Yet, Aaron wasn’t satisfied. "Faster," he barked. "There’s no need to rush. Safety first," Lena said, her voice calm despite her pale complexion. As a doctor, she knew the basics—judging by the snake that bit her, it was likely just a common green snake, non-venomous. Despite her reassurances, Aaron remained tense, his entire body rigid. The driver, responding to the urgency, raced toward the hospital with record-breaking speed. What should have been a twenty-minute drive was reduced to eight. By the time they screeched to a halt, the driver’s legs were trembling from the adrenaline rush. It was the first time in his life he had experienced such an intense, heart-pounding ride. Aaron didn’t wait for the car to stop completely. He leapt out, carrying Lena straight into the emergency room. "Doctor, she's been bitten by a snake," he said urgently.
"Then why are his photos identical to yours?" Keira demanded. Lena didn’t answer immediately. She understood what Keira meant, opened her social media app, and found Aaron’s post. Sure enough, he’d shared the exact same photo as hers. To make things worse, the comments underneath included a particularly mortifying one from her mother: [You’re with Lena, huh?] Her mother probably didn’t mean anything by it, but the comment still felt inappropriate. As Lena silently cursed her mother’s lack of tact, she noticed another reply under that comment. This one, from Aaron himself, read: [Wherever she goes, I’ll take her with me and make sure she’s well taken care of. Don’t worry, Sis.] Lena was absolutely speechless. These two siblings were a perfect match: one was clueless, and the other oblivious. Her mother, as an older woman, could be excused for her lack of social awareness. But Aaron? Why was he commenting like this, knowing full well that their mutual friends could see it?
Lena hastily withdrew her hand, but her movements were too abrupt. As she stepped back, she tripped over the support pole of the tent and fell backward. Just as she braced herself for a painful landing, Aaron’s long arm reached out and caught her waist, pulling her into his embrace. Her cheek pressed against his chest, and the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat filled her ears, blending with her own erratic pulse. This suffocating feeling... It was almost intoxicating. It reminded her of the time she had accidentally walked in on him while he was showering. Awkward. So awkward that she didn’t even know how to extricate herself, nor did she have the courage to pull away from his arms. “You’re already an adult, yet you’re still so clumsy,” Aaron scolded lightly, his voice coming from above her. Then he released her and added, “No wonder your mom worries about you so much and insists on you staying at home.” Lena’s suffocating embarrassment was instantly eased by his rem
“Don’t randomly go into the tents. Some employees brought their families or significant others. It’d be awkward if you interrupted them,” Aaron reminded from behind her. “Wow, Uncle, how considerate of you—allowing employees to bring their families,” Lena teased, her tone light. She walked through the array of pitched tents, but with so many scattered around, she had no idea which one belonged to Aaron. Still, since he insisted she find it herself, she was determined to try. Approaching one tent, she suddenly heard muffled voices inside—intimate murmurs between a man and a woman. The woman’s hushed voice carried a hint of urgency. “Be gentle, don’t let anyone hear…” Even though Lena was a gynecologist, her cheeks flushed uncontrollably. She couldn’t help but think that if she had brought a stash of "protection" tonight, she might have made a small fortune. Meanwhile, Aaron stayed back, standing a short distance away and watching her from afar. In the moonlight, she looked l
“Reconciled with Nate?” In the quiet car, Aaron’s voice broke the silence as he glanced at Nate standing motionless in the rearview mirror. “No,” Lena denied softly. “He came back this time because of you, didn’t he?” Aaron asked as the car turned a corner. His hands moved fluidly on the steering wheel, the motion revealing a gray-gold watch on his wrist. The watch’s polished edges caught the light streaming through the window, casting a fleeting glimmer. Lena’s gaze lingered on the watch, her thoughts momentarily drifting. If she remembered correctly, she had given him a watch as a coming-of-age gift years ago. It had cost her all her savings back then. But that was over a decade ago. Surely, the watch she gave him would have broken by now. This one likely just resembled it—or maybe she was remembering it wrong after so much time. “Hm?” Aaron’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts, his eyes briefly flicking to her. Lena quickly recovered. “He came back for a research pro