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
I'd been here once before with Jace for some business thing. Back then, it gave off major upscale corporate vibes.But after hearing Demi's take? Yeah, I realized I'd been way too naive.Blending in here was key. Rolling in like a clueless tourist? Total no-go. So, I stuck with the same routine I'd used at that bar.Where there were women offering "questionable services," there were usually guys doing the same.I'd already scoped out "young hunks" before, so asking again wouldn't raise any red flags. Even if the Drago family heard about it, they'd probably shrug it off like, 'Sounds about right.'Sometimes, the best covers just fall into your lap.I booked a private room and waved over a server. "I'm looking for... services. Preferably someone handsome," I said casually.The server didn't blink. "I'm sorry, Miss. We don't provide those kinds of services here. If you want someone to serve drinks, I can arrange that."Locked down tight. Every shady detail buried so deep it barely
I took one step forward, then froze. Demi's words replayed in my head: someone had a secret. Could it be him, the guy I just spotted?If so, was he wrapped up in the Drago family's shady business too?The thought of the Johnstons and Dragos teaming up to take out my parents made my blood boil. I was so caught up, I didn't notice someone behind me until Cole's voice broke through."Lost on the way to the restroom?" he teased.Snapping out of it, I played it cool. "Nah, just got my period. Need supplies."His smirk was straight-up smug. "What a coincidence. I'll have someone grab them for you."And he actually did. A staffer brought me some pads, leaving me no choice but to take a quick restroom break and roll with it.By the time I got back, Cole's so-called "models" had already lined up. All six feet tall, ripped, and ridiculously good-looking, like they'd been plucked straight out of some glossy magazine ad.They greeted me, perfectly synchronized."These guys are pros," Cole
"Got it!" Lena responded cheerfully. She washed her hands before sitting back down, picking up the utensils Aaron had prepared for her, and diving into her dumpling-and-dipping-sauce breakfast combo. "Uncle, why aren’t you eating?" She had already eaten two dumplings before realizing he hadn’t touched any. "I’m not hungry." Three words. Which meant he hadn’t eaten yet. "There’s too much food. I can’t finish it all by myself. Eat some too," Lena said casually as she picked up a dumpling with her chopsticks and held it up to his mouth. She did it so naturally—until she realized what she had just done. Aaron froze for a second, surprised by her gesture. The moment of hesitation made her realize too—wasn’t this kind of inappropriate? She was just about to pull her hand back when— He leaned in and took the dumpling straight into his mouth. Lena’s face flushed red in an instant. She hurriedly withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and focused on eating. Meanwhile, Aar
She was shocked to see him here so early. Especially today—a day when everyone was celebrating the new year, spending time with their loved ones—and yet, he was here. With her. Lena wasn’t made of stone. She felt it. A warmth, an unspoken emotion that settled deep in her chest. "Uncle, why are you here so early?" She walked over, hands casually tucked into her coat pockets. "I didn’t want you to go hungry," Aaron replied simply, lifting the bag of food in his hand. He glanced at her break room. "Open the door." She unlocked the door and stepped inside, with him following close behind. Her break room was small—a single desk and chair, a narrow bed, and a tiny wardrobe. Nothing extra, nothing unnecessary. "Sit down, Uncle," she said naturally, settling onto the bed while motioning for him to take the chair. Aaron placed the food down and asked, "Did you sleep at all?" "I did," Lena replied. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she thought of that dream—and let o
"If it weren’t for my goddaughter, I wouldn’t even bother with you," Lena said, gently rocking the baby in her arms. "Right, little Aurora? Your godmother just adores you." "Come on, Aurora, it’s time to eat," Lena said as she carefully placed the baby in Keira's arms. Although it was her first time, Keira wasn’t embarrassed. She followed Lena’s instructions, trying to breastfeed for the first time. But the process was… painful. And since her posture was incorrect, neither of them got it right—Keira ended up covered in sweat from struggling, and her baby still hadn’t eaten properly. Panic set in. Anxiety crept up her spine. "What do I do?" Keira asked, her voice tight with unease. "It’s okay. This happens at first. Let’s transition with formula for now," Lena reassured Keira before glancing at Hayden, who had been standing there the whole time, watching anxiously—and sweating just as much as Keira was. "Go make your daughter a bottle," she told him. Hayden, the man wh
That conversation… Lena shuddered. Yeah, she had definitely come back too early. It was best to leave now before she ruined the mood for those two inside. Not wanting to hear any more, she quickly turned to leave—only to smack her leg against a nearby chair. The pain was real, but worse was the noise it made, drawing attention to her presence. Inside the room, Hayden—already feeling awkward from Keira's teasing—froze. The sound from outside made him even more uncomfortable. Keira couldn’t hold back her laughter. The moment Keira burst out laughing, however, pain shot through her lower abdomen. "Ah—ow!" Keira gasped. Hayden immediately panicked. "What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?" Hearing her cry, Lena rushed in as well. "What happened?" "I laughed too hard and pulled my stitches," Keira explained, gripping Hayden’s hand tightly. Lena glared at Keira. "You’re a mother now, and yet you’re still acting like a child. Do you have any idea what condition you’re in?"
"It’s fine. I can do it," Hayden said naturally as he picked up the basin and went to fetch warm water. The moment he stepped out, Lena turned to scold Keira. "You went through so much pain to give birth to his child. Why would you feel bad about letting him do something for you?" "It’s not that I feel bad—I just feel embarrassed," Keira whispered in defense. Lena rolled her eyes. "So dramatic." Keira shot her a glare in return. "Just wait until it’s your turn. When your husband has to handle your private matters, you’ll understand how awkward it is." The moment the words left Keira's mouth, she saw Lena’s face turn red. Lena quickly hugged the baby and turned away. But Keira caught it. Something was off. "Wait… why are you blushing?" Keira asked suspiciously. "I am not blushing," she denied immediately. What Keira didn’t know was that her words had triggered the memory of Lena's ridiculous dream—where she had been lying on the delivery bed, cursing Aaron while gi
The moment she finished cursing, Lena jolted awake. She sat there, dazed. What kind of ridiculous dream was that? She had assisted in delivering countless babies before, but this was the first time she had ever dreamed of giving birth herself. And not only that—she had dreamed of giving birth to Aaron’s child? That was beyond outrageous. Absolutely absurd! What a way to start the new year. That dream was anything but beautiful. Lena ran a hand down her face, shaking off the lingering unease. She quickly got up, poured herself a glass of water to calm down, and then left the break room. Back in the hospital room, Hayden was feeding Keira. Keira was perfectly capable of eating on her own, but he insisted on feeding her, saying that she was in a special period and should be treated like a queen. That this was the time to learn how to be spoiled properly. Fine. If this was how he wanted to make up for the suffering she endured giving birth to their daughter, she’d give
Keira looked at Lena and smiled as she followed up on Hayden’s words. "You’re family. It’s different." Lena shot her a subtle glare before stuffing the red envelope into her pocket and saying, "Give me the rest. I’ll hand them out for you later." Hayden passed her the prepared stack of red envelopes, and as she took them, she asked, "What about the other departments?" Hayden and Aaron exchanged a glance and chuckled. "Of course. Every medical staff member in this hospital gets one." "President Hart, you’re too generous," Lena said, giving him a thumbs-up. With that, she took the envelopes and left. Aaron glanced at the time. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back now." "Mm. Happy New Year!" Hayden said, offering his holiday wishes. "Happy New Year to your whole family," Aaron replied, adding a few extra words that made both Hayden and me instinctively turn toward the baby in the bassinet. From today onward, we were officially a family of three. Outside the h
When Keira returned to the hospital room, she was greeted by a sight that made her pause. The room was decorated with fresh flowers and balloons, and beside her bed, there was a small cart filled with various gift boxes. The atmosphere was so festive that if someone walked in, they might have thought it was a birthday party rather than a postpartum recovery room. "What’s all this?" Lena asked on Keira's behalf. "A reward for my wife," Hayden answered, his hand still holding Keira's as he gazed at her with deep affection. "She went through so much. This is my way of thanking her." Keira smiled faintly. "I don’t need any of this." "Whether you need it or not is one thing. Giving it to you is my choice," Hayden said, pressing a kiss onto Keira's fingertips. "Even if everything I have already belongs to you, I still want to give you more." "Such a loving husband—honestly, what more could a woman ask for?" Lena teased before patting Keira's hospital bed. "But if President Hart r
Elder Mitchell wasn’t buying it. "That just means you guys didn’t really want to give anything. If you truly wanted to, there’s no such thing as a gift that can’t be delivered." The two old men started bickering again, but Hayden ignored them. Instead, he kept his eyes on the infant bathing room. Before long, the nurse finished bathing the baby and carried her out. Hayden reached out to take her, but the two elders immediately moved to get closer. He blocked them without hesitation. "Don’t you know old people’s eyes are toxic? You shouldn’t be staring at her for too long." Elder Hart: "…" Elder Mitchell: "…" With that, Hayden carried the baby and walked away. The two old men trailed after him, hoping to catch another glimpse, but Hayden wasn’t about to give them the chance. "Congratulations," Aaron, who had been standing nearby, offered his well wishes. "It’s a daughter. Take a look," Hayden said, his pride practically radiating off him. Aaron lowered his gaze to the