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
The man fumbled with his phone and quickly rattled off an account number. Without hesitation, I transferred the $300,000."Now, the IOU," I demanded, holding out my hand.They passed it over begrudgingly, one muttering under his breath, "Damn, didn't think you were this rich."I met his gaze. "I'm not just rich—I have connections. If you ever come back to harass her again, you might hold the money, but I promise, you won't live long enough to spend it."Sometimes, you just have to bring the heat.Their cocky smirks vanished as they slinked off, but one couldn't resist tossing a jab at Demi over his shoulder. "With a rich bestie like her, why take out a loan?""Get lost!" I snapped.They scurried off, but Demi didn't relax. Her whole body trembled."It's over now. They're gone," I said softly, stepping forward to pull her into a hug."Ahhhh—"Her wail ripped through the silence, raw and full of anguish.I didn't say anything. I just let her release everything she'd been bottl
Screwed her over?I frowned, sending back a quick: [?]Lena's reply came in hot: [Nate's here!]Oh, the hotel stunt. I smirked, fingers flying across the screen: [Hope you enjoy the romantic alone time I created for you guys.]Lena: [Romantic, my ass! I'm about to go into surgery!]Me: [...]***Lena wasn't kidding, and no, the surgery wasn't some lame excuse to dodge Nate—it was real.Sure, she could've handed it off to another doctor, but nope.This was her subtle way of saying, 'Guess what, Nate? The universe doesn't orbit around you.'Why should she rearrange her whole life just because he finally decided to pop back in after ghosting her for months in favor of work?By the time she wrapped up, it was already pushing 11 p.m.Her first move? Check her phone. Maybe Nate had sent a text—or even a string of desperate ones.But nope. Nada. The notification bar was a wasteland.She tapped on their chat. The conversation hadn't moved an inch since his earlier 'I'm back ' mes
Nate left the hospital with Lena, and she just assumed they were headed for a hotel. But as soon as they got in the car, he asked, "Mind if we go to your place instead?"Lena blinked, caught off guard. "You're just trying to see if there's some guy at my place, aren't you?""Nope," he said.She rolled her eyes. 'Sure, Jan. Guys and their fragile egos.'Before she could call him out, he added, "I just don't want to be treated like every other guy."Lena froze. Well, that shut her up.So, yeah—she caved and brought him back to her apartment.Her place wasn't exactly Grand Central Station; aside from her parents and Keira, no one ever stopped by. Not like she had anything to hide anyway.When they got upstairs, she unlocked the door but didn't step inside. Instead, she threw her arms around Nate's neck. Barefoot now, she realized how much shorter she was. Standing on her tiptoes didn't help much either.Frustrated, she commanded, "Pick me up."Nate obliged. He lifted her easily
Aaron's gaze locked on Nate. "I'll stay at a hotel. I just came to check on you."Lena let out a relieved breath. "Oh, good. Did you book one yet? If not, I can—""No need," Aaron cut her off. "You two sit. We need to talk."His tone was pure authority—like some family elder calling the shots—even though he was only a year older than her.Nate caught on instantly. After sitting down, he took Lena's hand, his voice calm but firm. "Lena and I are in a serious relationship, with marriage as the goal."Aaron didn't even blink. "And has she agreed to marry you?"Nate glanced at Lena. "Not yet."Lena jumped in. "I've liked him since school. If he wants to marry me, my answer's yes."Aaron stayed silent, his expression unreadable, but the tension in the room felt suffocating."Mr. Ace," Nate said, his gaze steady. "You can be sure—if Lena agrees, I'll visit Mr. and Mrs. Lane to make everything official."Lena could feel the pressure closing in on Nate. If she'd known the night would
Nate finally brought it up. Lena had thought about it before, so when he asked her now, she didn't even hesitate with her answer."What about you? Why not come back and work here?" she countered instead.Nate stilled for a moment. "I can't right now."He didn't offer an explanation, and Lena didn't push. Instead, she said, "I don't want to move overseas."That was the end of it. Sensing her mood dip, Nate pulled her close. "I'll apply to come back next year.""Okay," Lena murmured, her eyes fluttering shut."You get some rest. I'll take a quick shower," Nate said, getting up and heading to the bathroom.Lena opened her eyes but didn't move, staring blankly at the ceiling. She'd always thought long-distance relationships were no big deal, but now she knew just how exhausting they could be.Suddenly, Nate's phone buzzed. Lena glanced at the screen, spotting the name. "Nate, it's Retta," she called out."Answer it," Nate replied casually from the bathroom, his tone completely unf
"Whose secret?" I asked, keeping my tone casual.Demi glanced at me, her lips parting like she wanted to spill, but something held her back.Then I remembered what she'd said about it possibly costing her life. Raising a hand, I stopped her. "You don't have to tell me. I'll figure it out myself.""Keira, don't. You don't need to dig into this, and you definitely don't need to get involved in my mess anymore," she said, her voice tinged with guilt. "You've already done enough—helping me pay off all that debt. I'm grateful, okay? That's enough."I studied her, my mind running wild with guesses about the "secret" she was hiding."I'll pay you back. Bit by bit," she said quietly, avoiding my gaze.We both knew the truth. With the way she was earning now, it would take her a decade—probably longer—to pay back the $500,000 I'd lent her."You don't have to worry about that," I said firmly. "All I care about is you being safe and okay."But Demi just shook her head. She was set on repa
“Hey, pretty lady, want to move this party somewhere else?” In the center of the dance floor, a man leaned closer to Lena with an inviting smile. Lena tossed her rarely unbound long hair over her shoulder, swaying slightly as she replied, “To your bed, perhaps?” “If that’s what you want,” the man said with a grin, moving even closer. Lena pressed a single finger to his forehead, stopping him in his tracks. “I think my bed would be more suitable.” “Your bed works too,” the man smirked. Leaning in closer, Lena gave a sly smile. “My bed happens to be a surgical table.” The man laughed, assuming she was teasing him. “So, what’s on the menu? Heart or liver?” “Heart and liver,” Lena replied smoothly, her finger pressing precisely on the corresponding points on his body. The man hesitated, clearly startled by her precision, but before he could react, Lena pushed him away with a flick of her finger. She had danced enough and left the floor, catching her breath. From the cro
Lena’s father and grandfather poured themselves some wine, but before they could take a sip, they were scolded. “When it’s time to talk, you’re mute, but when it comes to lifting a wine glass, you’re the most enthusiastic.” “Aaron, when you find a wife, don’t pick someone like your sister or your mom, or you’ll spend your whole life getting nagged,” Lena’s father teased, earning laughter from everyone at the table. Although the homecoming had started awkwardly, the evening turned out enjoyable, with a lively and pleasant conclusion. “Why don’t you both stay the night? Don’t leave,” suggested Mrs. Lane after dinner. Lena: “No way!” Aaron: “I’ve got work!” Their simultaneous refusals drew the attention of everyone at the table. Lena kept her composure, her face impassive as she explained, “I’m currently preparing for a fetal surgery on a pregnant patient. There’s a lot of prep work involved. I was supposed to work overtime tonight, but you called me here at the last minute.
Lena’s mother’s face flushed with embarrassment at the questioning but quickly retorted, “Aaron, what kind of talk is that? Lena is my daughter. I gave birth to her and raised her. How could I possibly harm her?” “Then what do you call what you’re doing today?” Aaron’s voice and gaze were both ice-cold. “Your sister is just worried that Lena hasn’t moved on from Nate,” Lena’s father chimed in, trying to mediate. “That’s right, Aaron. Your sister and brother-in-law would never hurt Lena. Besides, the Goodwick family isn’t bad. It’s just that from the moment you two walked in, you’ve been giving them attitude, making sharp remarks at every turn,” added Aaron’s father, who had been silent until now. As the person in question, Lena couldn’t remain silent any longer. “Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, Dad, I know you all care about me and want the best for me, but I really don’t want to start a new relationship right now. That doesn’t mean I’m stuck in the past with Nate, though. Can you just
“Yes!” Lena and Aaron replied in unison. Mrs. Goodwick froze for a moment, then gave an awkward laugh. “You two are uncle and niece, having grown up together, but now that you’re adults, you should have your own spaces. What if Mr. Ace brings a girlfriend home? It wouldn’t be convenient, would it?” She certainly knew how to mind others' business. “I don’t have a girlfriend, so there’s no inconvenience,” Aaron replied flatly, blocking her attempts at argument like swatting away a fly. “But men and women are different,” Arthur said, his gaze toward Lena taking on a peculiar edge. “Only dirty-minded people think that way,” Lena shot back without hesitation. The back-and-forth between Aaron and Lena left no room for the Goodwick family to save face. Their expressions darkened considerably. Mrs. Lane had to step in to smooth things over. “It’s just that Lena had some trouble with a medical dispute recently. We were worried about her safety, so we let her stay with her uncle fo
“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.