Wayne's brows pulled together. "I know you're still struggling with losing Hayden, but don't punish yourself like this. If you're ever feeling lonely or overwhelmed, you can come to me."His eyes locked on mine, full of sincerity.But that kind of sincerity? It wasn't comforting—it was suffocating, like a weight threatening to pull me under.I lowered my gaze slightly. "Wayne, I don't want to see you and Jace at odds. He's already reached out to—""You don't need to worry about that. I'll handle it," Wayne cut in, reaching out to hold my hand.The warmth of his touch sent an icy chill through me. I wanted to pull away, but I forced myself to stay put, meeting his gaze with a flicker of unease. "You know how your parents feel about this... They're against it too."Wayne shook his head. "I've told you before—missing my chance with you once was more than enough. This time, I don't care if the whole world is against us."Wayne's love had crossed the line into obsession.My chest ti
"Male models? What's going on with you lately? First, you're trying to buy a bar, and now you're planning some kind of male model show?" Ron sounded equal parts floored and suspicious after I pitched my idea."I'm just having fun. Can't you tell?" I replied, laughing to brush it off.But Ron wasn't buying it. He squinted at me, his detective mode fully activated.Whatever. I rolled my eyes and launched into my pitch. "Okay, so our company's doing that light and music festival soon, right? Why not go big with a live human light show? Imagine male greeters or models wearing LED-lit outfits—total showstopper vibes."Ron raised a brow. "A human light show? That's... bold. I'll give you points for creativity."I grinned. "Exactly! So, you think it'll work? Cool. Start building a team to make it happen."He gave me that are-you-kidding-me look. "Ms. Kay, you think this is, what, grabbing clothes off a store rack? This would need custom designs, production, and oh yeah—we're already on
By the time I'd calmed down enough to function, I freshened up in the restroom and headed straight for the airport. Ron wasn't kidding about cutting it close—the plane had already landed by the time I got there.Tall, probably over six feet, rocking an unbuttoned black dress shirt under a matching vest, paired with tailored black slacks. He gave off major celebrity vibes, the kind where people turn to stare without even realizing they're doing it.I plastered on my polite-work-smile and stepped up. "Hi, I'm Keira Kay from OceanixCorp. Mr. Shane had an emergency, so he asked me to pick you up," I said, offering a handshake."Aaron Ace," he replied, shaking it briefly. "Give me a second. I need to grab my checked luggage.""I'll come with you," I said, falling into step beside him toward baggage claim.That's when I saw them—Lena and Nate.Even without context, it was obvious what was happening. The way they walked, hand in hand, with just one suitcase between them, said it all. Na
Oh, there was definitely some drama between Aaron and Lena, and there was no way I was missing it.Lena didn't even try to hide it. She let out a long sigh and spilled about how Aaron had walked in on her and Nate together."Nate meeting my parents definitely has something to do with Aaron," she muttered.I snorted. "What, does Nate see Aaron as competition? Seriously, he's your uncle.""Who knows? Guys can get so jealous, they'd side-eye a lamppost for standing too close," she shot back."Honestly, that just proves he's mad about you," I teased, thinking about Nate's dramatic goodbye kiss with her at the airport.Love, I thought. It's not just about losing someone forever—it's the slow burn of being apart, even when they're still alive.Lena went quiet, and I realized I might've hit a nerve. Time for a subject change."Hey, there's this human light show thing happening at work," I said, smirking. "We brought in male models so hot, they make A-list celebs look like background e
Everyone froze. No one thought Tanya had it in her to be the manager, but when I started clapping, they awkwardly joined in.Standing next to me, Tanya soaked up the mix of shocked and half-hearted applause. I could tell she was holding her breath, like this was her big moment—the one she'd been waiting forever for.She was the comeback queen, climbing up only to get knocked down again and again. But here she was, finally at the top. I could see the fire in her, the need to prove herself. That drive was exactly what I wanted—needed, actually. But only if I could control it.I wanted to push her until that fire burned too hot, until she'd take risks that'd play right into my hands."Let's hear from Ms. Twain," I announced, nudging her into the spotlight.Tanya hesitated, nerves clear as day, but she wasn't stupid. She pulled herself together and gave a solid speech.Once the ceremony wrapped up, I led her to the manager's office. Of course, I took the main seat, leaving her to sta
I glanced up, spotting an elderly couple shuffling in, hand in hand, their faces tight with worry.The desk officer was about to stand when I beat him to it. "Mr. Yule, Mrs. Yule."They turned toward me, startled. Mrs. Yule's face lit up, a brief flicker of joy breaking through the tension. "Narelle..." she started."She's not Narelle," Mr. Yule cut in gently, pulling her back. His tone was steady, but the heartbreak in his eyes was unmistakable.Mrs. Yule's joy shattered instantly, replaced by a deep sadness that made my chest ache. I stepped closer, trying to ground them. "Mr. Yule, Mrs. Yule, what's going on? Are you here to file a report?"I had stolen the officer's line, but he stepped in professionally anyway. "If you're here to report something, please follow me."But they didn't move. Instead, Mr. Yule started explaining, "For the past few days, someone's been banging on our door, yelling that if we don't behave, they'll hurt us badly."The words hit like a slap, and I s
"Huh?" Mr. Yule blinked at me, surprised, then turned to his wife. After a moment, he nodded. "Alright, thank you, R-Rea.""It's really no trouble. Honestly, I've been meaning to visit you," I admitted, guilt creeping in. Wade had given me their address weeks ago, but I kept putting it off.Now, I couldn't help but wonder if things might've been different if I'd reached out sooner. Maybe they wouldn't have spent days terrified before finally going to the police.The drive to their home was quiet, neither of them saying much. But I felt Mrs. Yule's eyes on me, and it wasn't just a glance. She was searching for something, seeing me through the lens of her memories of Narelle.When we arrived, I insisted on walking them up to their apartment. I needed to make sure they were safe.Mr. Yule stopped near the front door, pointing to a spot on the ground. "See those cigarette butts? They're from the guy who's been harassing us.""Don't touch anything," I said firmly. "Leave it exactly li
Mr. Yule set the tea down and walked over to the old photo on the wall. "This is my family portrait," he said softly. "I'm the only one left now.""Family portrait?" I asked, pointing to the little girl in the red dress. "She's part of your family too?""That's my younger sister. She was two when we took this photo," Mr. Yule replied, his voice heavy with sorrow."Where is she now?" My breath hitched as unease crept in. Was I wrong about the connection I thought I'd found?For a moment, Mr. Yule just stared at the picture. My chest tightened. "Mr. Yule?" I prompted."She went missing," he finally said, his voice trembling. "She disappeared the same day this picture was taken."My heart raced. "Missing? How? What happened?" My hand darted out, clutching his sleeve as if that could steady the whirlwind in my mind.His eyes stayed glued to the photo. "It was supposed to be a happy day. After this photo, my parents had a keychain made from it—turned it into a necklace for her. We we
Aaron meant what he said—he truly didn’t bother Lena again. It was as if life had reverted to how it was when he’d gone abroad. Lena even started wondering if he had left the country again, until she received a call from Briana. “Your uncle is going to announce his true parentage this Sunday. Your grandparents haven’t been eating well these past few days. Come back and keep them company, will you? You’re the only one who can cheer them up,” Briana said. Hearing this made Lena feel uneasy. Knowing Aaron’s intention to sever ties with the Ace family, she found herself perplexed. Hadn’t he already given up on her? If so, why was he still doing this? Unless... he had always wanted to cut ties with the Ace family, regardless of her. “Why would he do this?” Lena murmured under her breath. “What did you say?” Briana asked, not catching her words. “Mom, has uncle… been in the country this whole time?” Lena asked cautiously. “Of course. Where else would he go? His career here ha
“To put it simply, when I’m with him, my heartbeat isn’t the same. I know what that means. But our relationship is what it is. Even if there’s no blood relation, it’s still not possible,” Lena admitted, finally revealing her feelings. Her ties and concerns all revolved around Aaron’s identity. “What if he could handle everything? Including your parents and grandparents?” Keira pressed further. Lena gave a bitter smile. “And could he stop others from gossiping?” “Are you living for others? Who doesn’t talk about others, and who hasn’t been talked about behind their back?” Keira tried to reason with her. “Rea, humans are social creatures. It’s impossible not to care what others think,” Lena sighed, blowing at her bangs and sending them flying upward. At that moment, Nina ran over, her face brimming with joy. “I found a drawing on a leaf!” She held up a leaf and pointed to it. “Doesn’t this look like a turtle lying down?” She wasn’t wrong—it really did look like a turtle.
Keira knew Sasha had no ill intentions, but what about others? In this society, there were very few who genuinely wanted the best for you. Even if they wished you well, they rarely wanted you to do better than them. Had she been too high-profile lately? Did she provoke envy and jealousy? Actually, she hadn’t done anything to promote herself—not even for this little courtyard. But she couldn’t control the guests who came here and spread the word. Maybe the stalker Hayden mentioned showed up because of this. Sasha only left in the afternoon, but Nina refused to go no matter what. She insisted on staying with Keira. Since Keira had already promised to take her out to play, she let her stay. Besides, Nina was well-behaved and not mischievous. Her lively energy brought a unique vitality to the courtyard. When Lena arrived, Nina stood at the entrance and greeted her adorably, “Welcome!” “Oh my, where did this little beauty come from? Is your boss hiring child laborers now?
After Keira's checkup, Hayden returned. The first thing Keira did was look him over from head to toe, relieved to find he hadn’t acquired any new injuries. “Did you get anything out of him?” “He confessed he was broke and was looking to steal some money,” Hayden replied. “That simple?” Lena was skeptical. Keira doubted it too, and judging by Hayden’s expression, he wasn’t convinced either. She looked at him, seeking confirmation. “Do you think that’s all there is to it?” “This man does have a prior record of theft and robbery,” Hayden said. “I let him go but had someone tail him. We’ll investigate further by tracking his contacts.” With that, he took the checkup report from Lena. Lena explained, “It’s nothing serious, just pregnancy-related. Make sure she gets foot massages, soaks her feet, and avoids standing too much.” After the checkup was completed, Keira arranged for Lena to visit them later at the courtyard and left with Hayden. - When they arrived at the courty
“What happened? Did you get into a fight?” That was Keira's first reaction upon seeing Hayden’s injury. Lena glanced at his wound. “Come over and sit down. I’ll take care of it for you.” “It’s nothing,” Hayden brushed off the offer and turned to Keira instead. “You were right. Someone was watching us from the courtyard.” Keira's heart skipped a beat. “What? Did they follow us to the hospital?” “Yes, I caught them. I’ll get to the bottom of this soon.” A cold, menacing glint flashed in Hayden’s eyes—something Keira hadn’t seen in a long time. The fact that he was injured meant whoever had been following them wasn’t ordinary. A shiver ran down Keira's spine. But at least they’d caught the person. “How’s the checkup? Is everything okay?” Despite the situation, Hayden’s first concern was still his wife. Knowing he had just dealt with the stalker, Keira decided not to mention the additional tests Lena had ordered. “It’s fine. With Lena here, what could possibly go wrong?”
Aaron had a knack for handling people, never revealing all his cards at once. "I'm pursuing Lil' Lena," he said calmly. Ron's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. A few seconds later, he finally reacted, and everything became clear. Lena had asked him to play the role of her boyfriend. Out of respect for her privacy, he hadn’t pried into the reason. Later, he’d asked Hayden, who simply told him to go along with it and not ask too many questions. Now he understood—it was because Aaron was pursuing her. “You’re already aware of my situation with her,” Aaron continued. “This process won’t be smooth, so it’s a good idea for her to use you as a stand-in boyfriend for now.” Ron understood perfectly. His role was to act as a cover, fooling the fake mother-in-law like yesterday while giving Aaron and Lena space to start a secret relationship. This was precisely Aaron’s plan. He wanted Lena to first accept him, to spend time together, and build their connection before
This question—"Willing?"—kept echoing in Lena’s mind. It haunted her so much that she spent yet another sleepless night. Her answer was clear: she couldn’t. She knew Aaron had made his move and wouldn’t give up easily. But she simply couldn’t agree. And if she didn’t say yes, there was nothing he could do about it. Besides, she truly saw him as her younger uncle—there was no way she could see him as a boyfriend. “Dr. Lane, not sleeping well lately?” the hospital director asked as soon as he saw her. One glance, and he could tell she looked exhausted. “A bit of insomnia,” Lena admitted honestly. “Is it because you don’t have a boyfriend? Want me to introduce you to a few?” The director, ever so responsible, even took it upon himself to worry about her personal life. Lena glanced at the sparse hair on his head and chuckled. “Director, I’ll find someone myself. No need for you to concern yourself.” Aaron hadn’t gotten an answer from her, nor had he pursued her aggressively
"I've thought about it, and I have a plan. I’ll make them accept it. This is something I need to consider. You don’t have to worry," Aaron said with a tone of responsibility. Lena fell silent. A few seconds later, she replied, "Even if they accept it, I can't... Uncle, I’ve always seen you as my uncle and never felt anything else." Ron’s apartment was on the fifth floor, giving Lena a clear view of his face. His expression was slightly tense as he continued looking up at her. Though she couldn’t see his eyes, she could still feel the depth of emotion in them, and the loneliness he must have felt after being rejected. Lena lowered her gaze, unable to watch any longer. "Uncle, we have such a good relationship, don’t ruin it, please." "Do you know how many years I’ve liked you?" Aaron suddenly asked. Lena’s heart skipped a beat. How many years had he liked her? Did that mean he’d had feelings for her all along? But he had never mentioned it, and she had never sensed it. He
"Cough, cough..." Lena started coughing uncontrollably as Ron casually spoke. Even a real son-in-law wouldn’t start calling his girlfriend’s mother "Mom" right away, let alone someone pretending to be one. Lena stared at him blankly, and Ron winked at her with a gesture that seemed to say "Don’t worry." He then turned to speak to Briana on the phone. "Mom, I’ve been with Lena for a few months now. She’s been too shy to introduce me to you because she was afraid you wouldn’t approve of me... Yes, yes, we’re basically an underground couple." Lena rolled her eyes in disbelief. What kind of nonsense was this? She tried to grab his phone, not wanting to hear any more of his fabrication, but Ron dodged and continued speaking to Briana. "Mom, I’m really her boyfriend, not fake... Otherwise, why would she be here with me so late at night, right?" Ron certainly had a way with words, and Lena realized that asking him to pretend to be her boyfriend might be the best decision she’d made