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
The moment I called him "Uncle," his face crumpled, and he just lost it—tears streaming down his cheeks as he broke down right in front of me."He always said Narelle looked like her aunt. Now I see why you and Narelle resemble each other so much," Mrs. Yule said, stepping out of the kitchen with watery eyes. She came over, gripping my hand like she wasn't planning to let go.I pulled them both into a hug. From now on, it'd be the three of us.That was also when I learned their names: Damien and Abby.I brought them to my parents' gravesite. Someone—probably Matthew or his family—had left a bouquet of fresh flowers there. The irony wasn't lost on me. They were the reason my parents were gone, and now they wanted to play the remorse card with flowers? Like that could erase what they did.My parents wouldn't forgive them. How could they? They lost everything—their lives, their chance to see me grow up.Uncle Damien and Aunt Abby stood frozen in front of my mom's picture, crying lik
The silence of the night made the feeling ten times worse.A cold shiver crawled up my neck, and before I knew it, I was running.I didn't stop until I reached the car waiting at the curb. The driver glanced at me, out of breath and wide-eyed, and chuckled. "You didn't need to run—I'm not in a hurry."Neither was I. I was just scared out of my mind.I turned back to look at the alley I had just sprinted from. It was empty. Nothing there.But those footsteps—clear as day—had followed me. Someone had been there.Now, sitting in the safety of the car, I regretted not turning around earlier, not confronting whatever it was.The first thing I did was call Lena. After hearing me out, she laughed. "Sounds like you ran into a ghost in the middle of the night."A ghost? Yeah, right.I was about to tell her how ridiculous that sounded when she added, "Or maybe it was a perverted ghost."Okay, fine. Dim alleys and late nights were a setup for creeps, not ghosts. But if it was some stalk
"I don't know," I mumbled, staring at the blank wall. "I miss him so much, but then I remember how he lied to me—let me think he was gone when he wasn't—and all I wanna do is punch him. Maybe kick him too."Lena gave me a knowing nod. "Totally fair. If he shows up, I'll hold him down so you can get a solid kick in. He deserves it for putting you through all this crap."Honestly, my busted knee turned out to be a decent excuse to take a breather. The next morning, though? Absolute torture. The pain was so bad I couldn't even crawl out of bed.Too bad I only had one day to chill. The big light show was the day after tomorrow, and the human light display—my genius last-minute idea—was 100% my problem.So there I was, limping my way onto the venue. Ron took one look at me and froze. "Whoa. Should I grab you a wheelchair or something? You look like you're dying."I sighed, rolling up my pant leg to show him the damage. His jaw dropped. "Holy crap, that's bad! I thought it was just a br
Hayden?It had to be him. That same silhouette I'd seen in the alley that night.Last time, I blew it—I fell and missed my chance. Not this time. I stepped forward...and forgot about my busted knee. Yep, down I went, crashing straight to the floor."Wow, if you wanted me to catch you, you could've just asked," Cole quipped, smirking as he helped me up.I ignored him, my focus glued to the stage. Without thinking, I yelled, "Turn on the lights!"The models froze mid-rehearsal, and the backstage area stayed pitch black."I said, turn on the lights!" My voice was louder, desperate.Ron walked in just then, eyebrows raised. "What's happening? Turn on the lights, now!"His tone worked like magic. The lights flooded on, way too bright, making everyone blink like deer in headlights—including me.But I didn't care. My gaze darted from face to face until it landed on the one in the center.Hayden.The face I'd dreamed of, cried over, whispered "I miss you" to in the dark. Right there
"Two years?" I repeated, my stomach sinking further.Hayden had only been gone a few months. There was no way this could be him.But why did he look so much like Hayden?Was it just some weird coincidence? Or was it something more, like the unsettling resemblance between me and Narelle?I stared at the guy, my thoughts spiraling. I didn't even notice Wayne had shown up until he spoke."You don't look so good. Feeling sick?" Wayne asked, his sharp eyes picking up on my obvious disarray."She's injured," Cole cut in smoothly, his tone just a little too pointed.Of course, when Cole said "injured," he wasn't just talking about my knee. He totally brought that Hayden lookalike here on purpose, knowing exactly how it'd mess with me."She scraped her knee pretty bad," Ron chimed in, acting like my unofficial spokesperson.With these two around, I didn't even need to open my mouth.Wayne's brows knitted together as he crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his hand shot out,
"Rea, what's with the wheelchair?" Jace's voice cut through the chatter.I turned to see him walking over with Aaron.Jace rocked a crisp white shirt, while Aaron was in all black. Total opposites, but together? They had that annoying "main character energy" that turned heads."Wow, look at that," Lena muttered. "Everyone decided to show up today."No kidding. All this fuss over a light show? Wild.But I knew why Lena was snippy—Aaron. She'd rather choke on her coffee than deal with him, but since he was a client here for the event, we had to play nice.Jace came up fast, his eyes locking on my legs. "Where are you hurt?""It's just a scraped knee. Chill, I'm fine," I said, trying to downplay it.Jace wasn't buying it. "Yeah, sure. Totally fine in a wheelchair?"Lena jumped in before I could answer. "Oh, that's on your brother. He freaked out, said if she didn't use the chair, he'd carry her instead. So, here we are."She smirked, totally owning the moment. Jace's face darken
Lena flashed a sly grin. "Wow, so uptight. Won't even let me touch you, huh, handsome?"Xander didn't miss a beat. "Apologies, miss. We're performers, not escorts. Please behave yourself." His voice was firm but polite.She raised an eyebrow but knew when to back off. "Alright, Mr. Manners." Still, she wasn't done grilling him. "How old are you?""Twenty-nine."Lena nodded, tilting her head as she studied him. "And your height?""Six feet and a quarter inch."She squinted, clearly calculating his proportions. "College?""Yes," he said without hesitation. "Wellington Institute of Technology. I majored in Artificial Intelligence."Lena clicked her tongue, her expression practically screaming what a waste. "AI's a big deal these days," she said, her tone slightly snarky."This is just a side job," Xander said smoothly, throwing me for a loop.Wait, what? He had a solid career and moonlighted as a male model in a nightclub?Compared to him, I couldn't help but feel a little... i
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