I glanced back at the window. The amusement park, once eerie and dead quiet, was now lit up like a dream. Cheers from outside drifted in, muffled but unmistakable."It's back," Wayne muttered, eyes glued to the glowing scene beyond the glass."Ms. Kay, Mr. Johnston, look..." One of the tech guys pointed at the monitor, voice tight.I followed his gaze. The lights on the screen weren't stable anymore. They'd warped into messy, zigzagging streaks."There's still an issue," Wayne said, frowning hard.For a beat, I just stared, heart pounding. Then, without thinking, I bolted for the door. I didn't stop running until I was outside. The noise hit me like a wall—screams, gasps, and excited chatter. A crowd was gathered, all pointing at the lights."There are words up there!" someone shouted.I tilted my head back, and my breath caught. The shifting lights sparked a memory—Hayden's proposal. My chest squeezed as I remembered the streamers, the words floating around me: [Kiki, marry me.
I didn't stop running until I reached the Ferris wheel.Since the park opened, it had become the spot—people called it "The Eye of Seavora.""Get me on it!" I said.Apparently, my name carried enough weight to pause the whole ride. The gondola creaked as it started moving, lifting me up and away from everything below.Down there, Wayne just stood, neck craned, his gaze locked on me as I climbed higher.From the top, the park stretched out like a living postcard. Last time I was up here, Hayden was with me, fiddling with the lights after hours. We didn't just admire the view—we were in our own little bubble, drowning in the bliss of it all.The lights were just as beautiful now. But he wasn't here.Except... no. He was here.The lights earlier—it wasn't random. He was telling me something.When the gondola hit the peak, everything spread out: the park, the glittering skyline of Seavora. But I wasn't here for the view.I was here for him. Just him."Hayden!" I shouted, my voic
"You watched him get cremated, didn't you? It's probably just a coincidence." Without waiting for a response, he ended the call. His gaze drifted back up to the Ferris wheel, where Keira was still at the top.***I stayed up there until the last of the park-goers had left, until the bright lights dimmed and melted into the quiet of the night. Only then did I finally step off the Ferris wheel.Wayne was still waiting, coming over to help me down.His eyes scanned my face, like he was trying to read something I wasn't offering.But I'd left everything up there, spilled out with the view. By the time I was back on the ground, I was just... me again."It's late. Let's go," he said softly.I trailed behind him out of the park, breaking the silence with, "Tell me about Demi.""She's in Lindale. That's all I know. If you want more, you'll have to reach out yourself," he said, careful as always.He pulled out his phone and tapped out a quick message. "Her number and address. Sent.""
Their faces tightened with suspicion. "Who are you?" one asked sharply.It hit me—they didn't recognize me. We'd met before, but that was years ago, and they'd aged since then."I'm... a friend of Desmond's," I lied, keeping my tone light. No way would they tell me anything if I revealed the real reason I was here. "I heard he had a baby and thought I'd check in."Their eyes darted to each other, their unease palpable. "We've never seen you before," one said, voice sharp with doubt. "And Desmond never mentioned a friend like you."Their guardedness made sense—these days, you couldn't be too careful with all the scams and con artists around.I offered a gentle smile as I handed over the small gifts I'd brought. "It's okay. I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. That's all."But they didn't take them. "We don't know you, and we're not comfortable with this."With that, they turned and walked away.I stayed rooted in place, watching them go. Following them would only
The thought hit me out of nowhere: 'I want a child like that.'I drove away from Desmond's parents' place and back to work. On the way, I tried calling Demi—straight to voicemail.Wayne's info had to be solid, so if she wasn't picking up, it was because she was avoiding me. Frustrated, I shot her a text:[Demi, if you still consider me a friend, pick up my call.]Nothing. No reply. Not even a read receipt. Just silence.Guess I'd have to track her down myself.***Technically, I was still on the clock, but my boss wasn't exactly strict. Without hesitation, I booked a flight to Lindale. Just as I confirmed the ticket, Ron walked in, water glass in hand."You've been way too chill lately," he said, plopping into the chair across from me.I didn't need a crystal ball to know what he meant. He'd probably seen the latest headlines about me. "What? Here to pile on more work?" I deadpanned."Obviously," he shot back. "If I don't, you'll just cause more chaos. And if things go south
Demi's call came in while I was in the bathroom, wiping Ron's splash attack off my face."Keira." Her voice was flat, almost hollow—so unlike the Demi I used to know. She used to talk like every sentence was lit with fireworks, sharp and alive.Now? That fire was gone.I didn't know every detail of what happened, but her suicide attempt had left a mark. She wasn't the same, and it broke my heart to hear it."If you didn't call me soon, I was about to come hunt you down myself," I said, trying to inject some levity into my tone."Don't come. I'm fine," she cut in, her tone shaky.I tossed the crumpled paper towel in the trash and leaned against the sink. "Fine? Sure, because that sounded convincing. Spill, Demi. What's going on?"She went quiet for so long I thought the call dropped. Then, finally, her voice cracked through the silence. "I have nothing left. Nothing. And now I'm stuck with almost $500,000 in debt."Wayne had mentioned her boyfriend before, so the pieces clicked
Of course. A guy like him—a leech who targets women—would have a knack for spotting wealthy, attractive targets.If Jorian recognized me, he'd already done his homework. He might've even targeted me before."What do you think I'm here for?" I asked, letting the sarcasm drip.Jorian didn't flinch. "It's about Demi, right?"So, he knew. No point playing dumb. "Yeah," I said. "What did you do to her? And don't give me the cop version—I want the truth.""I'm not obligated to tell you anything," he replied smoothly, like he thought he still had some leverage.I raised a brow. "Then what'll it take for you to talk?"Honestly, he was in no position to negotiate. Even if I offered him cash, he wouldn't be able to spend it from behind bars. But he held up two fingers.I let out a sharp laugh. "Seriously? Aren't you worried about adding extortion to your rap sheet? And even if I gave you the cash, you can't spend it behind bars.""It's not for me," he said, serious now. "It's for my par
"What do you think you're doing?" I shouted.The men turned to look at me, their eyes scanning me from head to toe. One of them, his gaze practically dripping with greed. "Well, well. Since when does Lindale get girls this pretty?"Another one chimed in, "What's it to you, sweetheart? You looking to rent a place? Or are you friends with the lady in here?""Seems to me I was the one asking the questions," I said, my tone icy.The man pounding on the door swaggered over, his expression oozing sleaze and menace. "We're just here looking for pretty girls. And look at that—we found one."As he spoke, he reached out a finger toward my chin.I dodged his touch. He let out an amused "Huh."He said, "Oh, feisty. I like that. Feisty girls are more fun."He signaled his companions with a quick look. "Looks like this trip wasn't wasted after all," he said smugly.Before I could react, they started closing in. I stepped back, dodging hands as they reached for me. The situation was spiralin
Keira stared at the messages Lena had just sent her. She could sense something was up, so she immediately called her, but Lena declined the call. Instead, she replied with another message: [I’m at my grandparents’ house, and my mother is here too.] Keira had no choice but to keep texting her: [Did Aaron upset you today?] Lena sent Keira a string of ellipses. That endless row of dots made her even more curious. [What happened exactly?] Keira pressed. Lena replied: [He brought his girlfriend home today.] After sending that message, she also sent Keira a screenshot of a payment receipt and added: [Spot the highlight.] Keira zoomed in on the image and finally noticed the note: Name Change Fee. [Wow, how generous! 600,000 dollars just for a name change fee. What did you call her to make it worth that much?] Keira was shocked. Lena then sent Keira a voice message, explaining the situation in detail. At the end, she added: [He used to tell me how long he’d liked me, but now he’s
"Aaron, I want to add Lena on WhatsApp." Xandra actually asked Aaron, gently tugging on his sleeve with a delicate and endearing expression that made her look pitifully lovable. Aaron glanced at her, his gaze filled with a warmth Lena was all too familiar with. Once upon a time, he had looked at her the same way. Now, he could look at other women like that. So, never believe a man when he says things like, I've liked you for years. "If you want to add her, then add her," Aaron's approval made Xandra look at him with delight. Lena, however, truly didn’t want to add her. She and Xandra weren’t close, and they likely wouldn’t ever be. Lena didn’t enjoy socializing with strangers, so she smiled faintly. "Aren’t you afraid I might tell her something about you, Uncle Aaron?" Aaron’s gaze turned cold and distant, his voice calm. "There’s nothing about me that Xandy can’t know." Ha! Lena sneered inwardly. If that were the case, why had he just warned her earlier? Double stand
Under the table, Lena felt her mother's foot nudge her—a clear signal: Let Xandra win. Lena gritted her teeth. Why was everyone fawning over a girlfriend who hadn’t even officially joined the family? Annoyed, she huffed inwardly. The more you tell me to lose, the harder I’ll fight to win. The game began, and Lena’s starting hand was exceptional—practically a heavenly draw. She was only one card away from winning while the others still struggled with mismatched cards. It seemed like an easy victory was in the cards for her. But then, as if under a spell, her luck took a sharp turn. None of the cards she needed showed up. Worse, every time she reached for a card, Xandra would intercept it with a call, blocking her progress entirely. As the rounds continued, even her mother, Briana, reached a ready hand, while Lena was still stuck with the same cards she started with. Soon, her grandmother joined the fray, and eventually, even Xandra declared readiness. Three players were now
Lena’s heart fluttered in panic. Why was he standing here? Had he overheard what she’d said earlier? There was no use regretting it now. She could only pretend he hadn’t heard anything and called out, trying to sound natural, “Uncle!” She had just given herself a pep talk in the bathroom, but seeing him standing so close now, her heartbeat still faltered. Aaron’s deep, starry eyes fixed on her. “Xandy is very simple and innocent. She doesn’t take well to certain things. I trust you understand what I mean?” Lena’s chaotic heartbeats suddenly settled. So this was why he had waited for her—to make sure she wouldn’t tell Xandra about his past feelings for her. A strange, sharp pain twisted in her chest, so intense it stole her breath for a moment. Clenching her fist by her side, she pinched herself hard to suppress the ache and avoid showing any emotion. “What ‘certain things’ are you referring to, Uncle? I don’t believe there’s anything you’ve shared with me that’s worth m
“Come here,” Deborah called, motioning for Lena to approach. She introduced her to Xandra with a cheerful smile. “The two of you may be the same age, but from now on, you must properly call her your aunt. Understand?” Xandra’s face flushed red. “There’s no need for that. Just call me Xandy.” Nervously, she tugged at Aaron’s sleeve. He glanced at her before responding calmly, “Our family values etiquette. Generational hierarchy matters.” Etiquette? Wasn’t this just a ploy to make her call Xandra “Aunt”? Was he in such a rush to give her a title to avoid any misunderstandings? Whether it was to clarify things for Xandra or to distance himself from her, Lena couldn’t help but feel a petty frustration bubbling up. Fine. If Aaron wanted her to say it, she would. “Aunt Xandra,” Lena said, her tone neutral but deliberate. Xandra’s face turned even redder. “No, really, you can just call me Xandy.” “I should call you that, and it’s not for free. As my elder, you owe me a red e
“Mr. Ace, why the sudden preference for plain water?” Elaine asked as she poured a glass. “It’s not for me. It’s for Xandy,” Aaron replied, his eyes flicking toward Lena, who kept her head down, still rinsing the same tomato. Elaine chuckled. “Your girlfriend is very pretty. She seems like a sweet and kind young lady. I bet your parents can finally relax now.” “Mm, everyone can be at ease,” Aaron replied, his tone carrying a subtle undertone. Lena didn’t lift her head, but she heard the implication clearly. “Not just at ease—happy too,” Elaine said as she handed him the glass of water. Taking it, Aaron thanked her. “Thank you, Elaine.” Then he left the kitchen. Elaine watched him go, sighing wistfully. “His parents have been waiting for this day for so long.” Turning back, she noticed Lena was still rinsing the same tomato—again. Elaine reached over and turned off the faucet. “Miss Lena, if you keep washing that tomato, it’s going to lose all its skin,” she teased.
"Do I need to change my shoes?" A gentle female voice came from the doorway. Lena thought she must be hearing things. She snapped her head up, and her eyes landed on a tall girl in casual attire standing by the entrance. Next to her was Aaron, dressed in a dark coat. They hadn’t looked into the house yet, as the entryway was positioned just out of sight from the main living area. However, from her spot on the sofa, Lena had a clear view of them. “No won't be necessary. My parents don’t wear slippers at home,” Aaron explained patiently. Lena felt as if she were frozen in place, her mind going blank as she stared at the two of them. Hearing the commotion, Briana walked out from the kitchen, and she, too, stopped in her tracks. It was rare—unheard of, even—for Aaron to bring a girl home. The implications were obvious. “Sister,” Aaron greeted Briana first, then introduced the girl beside him. “This is my friend.” Briana nodded quickly, her surprise evident. “Hello!” The g
The weekend had arrived, coinciding with the end of the year. The timing couldn’t have been more fitting—or more ominous. At the hospital, Lena’s colleagues were busy making plans for New Year’s Eve celebrations, but she sat at her desk, preoccupied with how to get through the weekend. Tomorrow, Aaron was going to formally announce his decision to sever ties with the Ace family. Even though she had tried to comfort her grandparents and they seemed to accept it, she feared the actual impact would be far greater than any preparation could soften. “Dr. Lane, any plans for tomorrow? Join us!” someone invited her. Lena snapped out of her thoughts. “No, I’ll be at home with my grandparents.” She’d even be taking an emergency kit, just in case her grandparents couldn’t handle the shock. Her mother, Briana, had been equally anxious, sending multiple reminders throughout the day to ensure Lena would go to the Ace house right after work. The last time she visited, she’d managed to
Aaron’s voice carried through the phone, reaching Lena’s ears. Her eyes lit up—if he wasn’t home tonight, she could visit her grandparents without worry. - By evening, Lena arrived at the Ace residence, carrying a bag of nutritional supplements and her grandparents’ favorite desserts. The well-maintained courtyard had been recently equipped with solar-powered lights, casting a warm glow across the space and brightening every corner. She first glanced into the yard, ensuring that Aaron’s car wasn’t there, before pushing the gate open. “Grandpa, Grandma, I’m here!” Lena called as she stepped inside. The lonely old couple looked up at the sound of her voice. Even the housekeeper, who had been cooking in the kitchen, peeked out to greet her warmly. “Is that Lena? Come in, come in!” the housekeeper, Elaine, said cheerfully. “Elaine, you’re busy. Just make an extra serving for me at dinner,” Lena teased without a hint of shyness. Her grandparents, still in disbelief, confirme