"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
"Why are you so freaked out by your Uncle Aaron? Did you, like, do something sketchy to him or what?" I teased Lena as she slowed the wheelchair down.She didn't answer. I tilted my head back to look up at her. "Oh my God, you did do something!""Can we not talk about this?" Lena muttered, which, let's be real, was as good as a confession.I tapped her hand on the wheelchair handles. "Wait—lemme guess. You couldn't resist his hotness and crossed some kind of line?"She smacked me lightly on the head. "Shut up! He's my uncle!""Then why do you get all flustered whenever he's around?" I pressed. I mean, Lena wasn't exactly the type to get rattled easily."Fine. Once, I accidentally walked in on him showering, okay?"I froze, then smacked her hand. "No way! Where? How much did you see? Wait—did you see, like, everything?""Can we please drop it?" she said, eyes squeezed shut like that'd make me stop."What do you think?" I shot back, grinning like a maniac.Lena let out a dramat
"He's not over it yet, even if you are," Lena said. "Right now, his head's probably a total mess."Lena always had a knack for cutting to the truth.Aaron finally took his seat just as the light show started, and wow—it was next-level. Fifty minutes of stunning effects, each one unique.The finale? That was pure magic. The human light performance had the whole crowd hooked, showcasing just how cutting-edge OceanixCorp's work really was.When the models ended by forming our company logo, the applause was deafening."Such a creative and refreshing display," Aaron said, the perfect polished client. "The human light show was a standout.""That was all Ms. Kay from marketing," Ron said, giving credit where it was due.Every eye turned to me as the clapping grew even louder. I nodded, keeping it cool.And then Cole—because of course, Cole—jumped in with a smirk: "Brilliant concept, no doubt, but let's not forget the real stars here—our male models.""Absolutely," I replied smoothly.
Cole chuckled, waving Xander forward. "You tell me. Or do you need to look closer to figure it out?"Xander stepped closer, stopping just shy of Jace and Wayne. At this distance, they could see everything—every line, every feature, every little detail.And so could I. My breath hitched, and that voice deep in my chest screamed louder than ever: He was Hayden."You've really gone all out for this. Where'd you dig up someone like him?" Jace sneered.Cole's smile didn't waver. "Fate," he said casually, then turned to me. "Wouldn't you agree?"I didn't bite. My eyes stayed on Xander, searching, digging past the surface, desperate for even the faintest sign that he was Hayden."Xander," Cole said, finally cutting to the chase, "Ms. Kay has taken quite the liking to you. She wants to keep you. What do you say?"Xander's answer was sharp and direct. "Mr. Drago, you know my rules. I don't provide those kinds of service."The implication landed hard. Wayne and Jace's faces darkened imme
Gavin led them to one of the buildings and took them upstairs. By then, Keira already had a good idea of what Jace wanted to give her. Back then, he had given their wedding house to Tanya, severing all ties between them. That incident left a scar on his heart. Now, he had built this residential complex and wanted to gift Keira one of the homes as compensation. But he was no longer there, and there was no going back. It all seemed meaningless now. At the door, Gavin gestured to the keypad and said, “The password is your birthday.” He wanted Keira to open the door herself. Lena, still holding her arm, tightened her grip as if afraid that opening the door would somehow lead her astray. Keira reached out and entered the password. With a soft click, the lock disengaged, and she pulled the door open. The moment she stepped inside, her eyes stung with emotion. The design of the home matched her preferences perfectly, though it differed from their previous wedding house. Standing b
Keira suddenly remembered what Gavin had said the day she and Jace went to get their marriage certificate. It seemed similar to what he was saying now. That day, he brought her to the wedding house Jace had prepared for her. However, what he said led to a complete fallout between her and Jace. Gavin had always blamed himself for it, apologizing countless times. It became the regret he could never let go of in this lifetime, especially now that Jace was gone. Gone, leaving this world alone, walking the rest of his life in solitude. Keira didn’t know what Jace had entrusted Gavin to deliver to her, but she didn’t want Gavin to live with regret for the rest of his life. So, she agreed. "Where are you going? It’s your wedding day. Don’t pull any tricks on me!" Lena said nervously. Keira laughed. "Are you worried I’ll run away and leave you unable to face Hayden? How much did he bribe you?" Lena slapped her arm playfully. "Stop joking around! I’m serious. I don’t agree with this
It must have been after Sasha came to see Keira that Hayden started planning this. "He originally intended to wait," Lena said, exhaling deeply, as if relieved she no longer had to keep the secret. "He was worried the wedding would tire you out, but he didn’t want you to face strange looks or be judged for being pregnant before marriage. So, your husband decided on a secret wedding and made all of us play along." "Since the bride-to-be already knows," Lena said with a playful smirk, "it’s time to get you suited up." She led Keira to the wedding dress. "This dress was designed by your Mr. Hart himself," Lena said as Keira changed. "He had it custom-made entirely by hand. Do you know how much it cost?" She held up several fingers. "A wedding dress this expensive could easily be a family heirloom." "Not a bad idea," Keira joked. "I’ll pass it down to my daughter-in-law, then to my granddaughter-in-law. We’ll make it a tradition." Lena stared at Keira, her eyes softening. "Rea, s
Keira woke naturally, without anyone disturbing her. She wondered if she might be the first bride ever to enjoy such a luxury. When she stepped out of the bedroom, she was greeted by two makeup artists waiting patiently for her. Lena was already awake and waved at her with a cheeky smile. "Hi, good... good morning!" she said, stumbling over her words. She probably almost said "Happy wedding day" but changed it at the last second. "Good morning to you too," Keira replied, feigning ignorance. She yawned and asked innocently, "Who are these lovely ladies?" "Your makeup artists! Today is your... special day. You’re the center of attention, so you have to look stunning!" Lena stammered, clearly trying to keep the secret. Even now, she was still playing along. Keira had to admire her dedication. But she didn’t let on. She was curious to see how Lena would explain things when it came time for her to change into a wedding dress. Keira nodded casually. "Alright, I’ll go wash up firs
Keira took a step closer to him, brushing the leaf lightly against his nose. "Don’t you think I’m right?" He didn’t reply, simply gazing at her. His deep, dark eyes flickered with unease. "Kiki, I’m scared." "Scared of what?" Keira asked with a smile. Hayden didn’t answer, but she could sense what he was afraid of—he was worried she’d follow in Jace’s footsteps one day. Her words and actions often carried a sense of detachment, a quiet calm that he feared might one day lead her to renounce the world and seek solace in a monastery. The day before the first frost, her little courtyard, Ethereal Essence, officially opened. Hayden insisted on taking care of the preparations himself. He wouldn’t let Kiera go, citing her current condition as a reason to stay home. But she knew what he was up to—Ron had already told her everything. Feigning ignorance, she obediently stayed home, letting him handle things as he pleased. Lena even took two days off just to keep her company. "You d
"Do you need me to explain myself?" Hayden asked Keira seriously when he saw her. "No, I don't," Keira replied with a smile. "Don’t bother explaining." "Then you’re not upset or misunderstanding anything?" His gaze held a hint of curiosity as he studied her. She could tell he was worried. After all, he’d called and texted her, and she hadn’t responded. Of course, he must’ve been overthinking things. "I wasn’t ignoring you," Keira reassured him. "I was spending time with Nina at the kindergarten. My phone was on silent." As she finished, she gently touched his face. "I need to get back to work." Today, there were even more customers than yesterday. If this kept up, her little courtyard might need to be expanded. But she wouldn't. Although she was using this courtyard to make a living, she'd never forget why she built it in the first place. During the day, it was for work, but in the evening, it became her sanctuary—a place of peace and solitude. Besides, internet trends ra
Seeing Ron's desperation, Keira moved to leave again, but he pressed the door shut, blocking her way. “Alright,” he sighed heavily. “I’ll tell you the truth about what Hayden has been up to lately.” - Keira didn’t return to the courtyard right away. Since she was already out, she decided to stroll around for a bit. For the past few days, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Nina. Sasha had mentioned bringing her over to see her on the weekend, but she never did. Keira had sent her a message to ask, and her reply was vague: she claimed it wasn’t convenient because of her pregnancy. Something didn’t sit right with her, so she went to Nina’s school. To her surprise, her teacher informed her that she had transferred schools some time ago. A wave of unease washed over her. She immediately called Sasha. “Why did Nina transfer schools? Where is she now?” Keira asked sharply. “You went to her school? Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?” Sasha sounded groggy, like she had
That one line from the woman on the phone made Ron’s legs tremble. He immediately reached for the phone on his desk, fumbling to cover things up. "Sorry, I dialed the wrong number. This isn’t Hayden’s phone." “Nope!” Keira shut down his excuse before he could even finish. Ron’s mouth twitched as he looked at her nervously. He hesitated for a moment before speaking to the person on the other end of the line. “Who are you? How did you get this phone? Did you steal it or find it?” He was trying so hard to smooth things over, even coming up with an excuse for the person on the other side. But the woman wasn’t having it. She didn’t play along. “I didn’t steal it or find it. It’s in my hand. What about it? Is that a problem?” “Of course it’s a problem! You can’t just take someone else’s phone like that. And let me warn you, he’s a married man! If his wife hears about this, she might misunderstand,” Ron blurted, his eyes darting back and forth to gauge Keira's reaction. “Oh? His w
"I'm just trying to figure out what kind of divine blessing you’ve got going on," Lena teased, her eyes twinkling. "You’re like some reincarnated Goddess of Wealth—everything you touch turns to gold." Her words made Keira laugh, and she didn’t bother with modesty. "It’s true, I’m under divine favor. Blessed by the Bodhisattva! Not only do things go my way, but anyone who sticks around me prospers too." “Really? Then I’m clinging to your golden coattails. By the way, when’s your grand opening? I need to show up and soak in the good luck vibes.” “I didn’t even want an opening ceremony; it’s Hayden who insists,” Keira replied, leaning closer to her with a conspiratorial whisper. “Honestly, he’s becoming more and more conventional these days.” “That’s not conventional; that’s called a sense of occasion. I’m siding with Hayden on this,” Lena declared confidently. Keira shrugged. “Fine, we’ll do it if it makes you guys happy.” “Look at you, acting all reluctant. You’ve clearly be