I muttered a half-hearted reply and headed for the meeting room without bothering to ask who was waiting."Wait up," Ron called after me. "That model from yesterday—he's seriously not Hayden.""I know," I said, biting the edge of my coffee cup. "I buried him myself."Ron just nodded and let me go. That's when I saw who was waiting inside.Jace.His eyes fixed on me like he was trying to read my mind.Too bad for him, I was in a great mood today. For the first time in weeks, I'd actually put on makeup. Heck, I'd even looked in the mirror before leaving and thought, 'Dang, I look good.'Even the pain in my injured leg decided to chill out. Walking didn't hurt for once."You're late," Jace broke the silence as he checked me out, his tone super casual."Yeah, but my boss is cool. No pay dockings here," I shot back. His face froze for a second.Back at RiverwaveCorp, being late meant fines, CEO's fiancée or not."I called yesterday, but you didn't answer. I even swung by your pla
I stared at Jace's face—so familiar, so tangled up in my past. How was I supposed to see him as a stranger?But he needed to drop the idea. Forcing a faint smile, I said, "I already do."His hand trembled against mine before I pulled away, stood up, and walked out.Later, I skimmed the file he'd sent me. It matched what Cole told me the day before, with extra details about Xander's family. Clearly, Jace wanted me to know one thing: Xander wasn't Hayden.When I finished reading, I laughed.Around noon, I called Cole back. Maybe he was salty I'd ignored him last night because he didn't pick up.Whatever. I didn't bother calling again.That evening, I headed to DracoLux. This time, I went straight to the lobby manager. "I'm here to see Cole. Tell him Ms. Kay is looking for him.""Right this way, Ms. Kay!" The manager practically tripped over himself to help me—Cole had clearly prepped them for my arrival.Smart move on his part. He probably figured I was digging for dirt and want
First thing I did? Check Xander over. No blood, no cuts, but his face was pale—scared pale.Hayden wouldn't have looked like that, I thought before I could stop myself. Yeah, just one more reminder—Xander wasn't him.Still, that didn't mean I could just bounce and leave him there. I stepped through the mess, crunching glass under my high heels, and stopped at his side. "What happened?"Xander didn't answer, just stared at me. Disgust flickered in his eyes.Before I could say anything else, one of the big guys barked, "Who the hell are you?"Another guy yanked him back, whispering, "She's with the Johnston family."The first guy squinted at me like I was under a microscope, then sneered. "Didn't Jace Johnston already ditch her?"God, how gross.And yet, Jace had the gall to think we could start over? If I did go back, this? This ridicule would never stop."Keira Kay," I said, my voice sharp. "And he's with me. Whatever he did, I'll handle it.""Handle it? Who even are you?" th
Thinking back, something about today felt... off. I hadn't been to DracoLux in days, but the second I show up, Xander's there, and chaos breaks loose? Yeah, no way that's a coincidence. Someone had to be pulling strings.I spotted the guy from earlier—my ashtray victim—lingering in the parking lot. Stepping in front of him, I snapped, "Talk. Who sent you to start this mess?"His face was still smeared with blood. It might've freaked me out once, but these days? Not so much. Guess I'd grown tougher than I realized."I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, though his panicked eyes said otherwise.Look, violence isn't ideal, but let's be real—it gets results. One ashtray to the face, and suddenly this guy had a whole new attitude.I glanced around the dim parking lot, a chuckle slipping out.He flinched. "Ms. Kay, please—don't make this harder than it has to be.""It's not hard. You tell me the truth, I leave. Easy, right?" I said, fixing my gaze on him.His panic
"Returning the favor."Xander's reply was blunt, and I immediately caught the hint of that earlier misunderstanding he had about me."So, you just happened to show up when I was in danger? Should I be suspicious you staged the whole thing?" I shot back, using his own accusation against him.He didn't flinch, his eyes fixed on the road. "I'm sorry. I was wrong about you."Wait—what? I froze. He'd figured it out that fast?"Earlier, I overheard that fat guy on the phone. Today's setup was orchestrated by Wayne Johnston of RiverwaveCorp."I froze. That guy had clearly mentioned Jace..."You don't believe me?" He glanced my way briefly. "I recorded it."Without missing a beat, he handed me his phone. The screen lit up, and I tapped the recording.[Boss, it's done. Ms. Kay thinks it was Jace Johnston...]My hand trembled slightly, but it wasn't fear—it was disbelief. Wayne had really gone this far?It all added up now. Jace refusing to let me go must've pushed Wayne to the edge,
A sharp sting snapped me back."Ow!" I flinched, trying to pull my hand away, but Xander's grip didn't budge."Stay still," he said, his voice low, calm—soft, even. "It'll be over in a second."This guy. His mood swings were wilder than a summer storm, and I was no closer to figuring him out.The nurse worked quickly, skilled and efficient. In no time, she pulled out a glass shard and held it up like a trophy. "See? It's pretty big. If you hadn't gotten this out, it would've just kept hurting, stuck like that."I stared at the shard, trying to remember when I could've gotten it. It must've been when I smashed that ashtray earlier.The nurse disinfected my wound and wrapped it with a bandage. Just like that, I was done. Good to go."Thank you," Xander said to the nurse and finally released my hand.I pulled it back awkwardly, staring at the bandage for a beat before looking at him. "What about you?""What about me?" Xander blinked, then caught on. "I'm fine. Not a scratch."Ok
I stood close enough that my voice dropped to a soft, teasing lilt. It was on purpose—I wanted to see how far I could push him.They say men are terrible at resisting a little flirting. Time to test the theory."Your place," I murmured, adding just enough suggestion.But Xander didn't even blink. Cool as ever, he stepped back, putting a safe gap between us. "Let's go to yours."It was almost irritating how unshakable he was, like Hayden had been when we first met. Always calm, always in control, no matter how hard I tried to trip him up.I took him back to my apartment, and while he got to work in the kitchen, I stayed in the living room, stealing glances at him.He tied on the apron Hayden used to wear. The way he moved—washing, chopping, everything methodical and precise—it hit me like déjà vu. For a split second, it felt like Hayden was right there.I let myself believe it, just for a moment.But then reality crept in like always, poking holes in my fantasy, and the cycle st
"Come and eat," Xander called.I didn't move, just watched him as he set the table. "Come on, give it a taste," he coaxed.Under the soft dining room light, he looked so much like Hayden. The way he moved, the way he stirred the soup earlier—everything about it was familiar.You can fake a lot of things, but those tiny habits? The stuff you don't even realize you're doing? That's harder to fake.So... Xander had to be Hayden, right?That thought pulled me to my feet. I walked over and stopped behind him. Before I even knew what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around him, resting my face against his back.His body tensed, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he said softly, "The food's ready.""You're Hayden, aren't you?" I whispered.Xander didn't say a word.I moved around to face him, gently grabbing his shoulders to turn him toward me. "There's no one else here, just us. You can tell me the truth. Please... tell me you're Hayden. Okay?""I'm not," he said, his voice cutting th
Tonight, Lena had stayed late at the hospital for surgery. When she returned, she didn’t see Aaron’s car and assumed he wasn’t home. Without having eaten dinner, she cooked some noodles and was chatting with Keira while eating. Out of nowhere, Aaron appeared. He was dressed in loungewear, his hair slightly damp as if he’d just showered—clearly, he had been home all along. “Uncle… you, you’re home?” Lena stammered, hurriedly trying to turn off her phone. In her flustered state, she accidentally knocked over the bowl of noodles she had barely touched. She was embarrassed, frustrated, and downright annoyed. What a mess—starving to death, and now the noodles were gone too. Aaron, having clearly overheard Keira's voice message, seemed completely composed. He walked over and stopped her from grabbing at the spilled noodles. “Let me handle this. Did you burn yourself?” “No burns, just scared by you,” Lena replied as she finally managed to turn off the voice message. As Aaron clean
“Kiki, I promise to give you an opening ceremony that will surprise and delight you. Please agree, will you?” Hayden pleaded, holding Keira's hand like a spoiled child. He rarely pressed her for anything, and his insistence puzzled her. But seeing his sincerity, she could only nod. “Fine, but don’t turn my courtyard into a chaotic mess, and definitely don’t invite irrelevant people.” This small courtyard was her serene haven. She enjoyed making tea for visitors and watching the sunrise and breeze when alone—it was enough for her. “As you wish, Mrs. Hart,” he exclaimed, excitement lighting up his face before he kissed her swiftly on the cheek. However, after the kiss, he didn’t let go. Instead, he gazed at her for a few seconds before his lips landed on hers again. It had been a long time since they kissed so passionately. As his kisses deepened and his arms tightened around her, she could clearly feel the changes in his body. Keira was already past her third month of pregna
“What did Sasha come to talk to you about?” That evening, as Hayden dried Keira's hair, he asked her softly. He rarely pried, but he must have noticed her low spirits ever since Sasha left and figured something was on her mind. “Do you think the Drago family’s influence has been completely eradicated?” Keira asked, her question making Hayden pause mid-motion. “On the surface, it seems so,” he replied, turning off the hairdryer. “But Thorsten had loyal confidants over the years. It’s possible there are still remnants left unchecked. Did Sasha notice something?” Keira shook her head slightly. “She told me she opened a private bank account, one that no one knows about. She said if anything happens to her—if she’s gone suddenly or meets with some accident—I should ensure the money is kept for Nina.” Hayden frowned, his gaze turning serious. “For her to bring this up out of nowhere, something must be wrong. Do you think she’s worried the Drago family's remnants might target her?
When Keira's parents first passed away, she missed them so much it felt like self-inflicted torture. She clawed at my own skin until it bled, as if the physical pain could dull the ache of losing them. The saying "longing cuts to the bone" couldn’t be truer. “She’s impossible—just like her father, stubborn as a mule,” Sasha muttered. Patience had never been her strong suit. “Bring her here next weekend when she’s not at school,” Keira offered. “I like Nina.” “Great, I’ll pay you babysitting fees.” Keira gave her a faint smile. “My rates are very high, you know.” They strolled around the courtyard, and Keira eventually led her to a tea table where they sat down. She started preparing tea for her, letting the tranquil act of brewing set the tone. “Keira,” she suddenly said, her tone unusually serious. “You’re living such a peaceful and carefree life now.” Around the fire, brewing tea—it wasn’t just about the drink itself. It was about savoring the taste, reflecting on lif
What an entrance! Everyone turned to look at the source of the bold voice. A tall woman strutted in, dressed in a mix of luxury and extravagance: a fur coat on top, leather pants on the bottom, and a pair of oversized sunglasses perched on her nose. No one seemed to recognize her, and whispers began to ripple through the courtyard. “Who is she?” One of the bolder ones shot Hayden a look and joked, “Is this one of your unresolved affairs?” Unfazed, Hayden replied calmly, “She’s not here for me.” Keira, however, wasn’t surprised by the woman's sudden appearance. Nor did she hold back. “Who are you, and why would we need to notify you?” This remark drew curious glances toward her. The woman, unfazed, swayed her hips dramatically and smirked. “You’re acting all high and mighty already, and you’re not even Mrs. Hart yet?” Her words immediately shifted the attention to Hayden. It was a clear jab at him for not having formally married Keira yet, suggesting he’d shortchanged he
When Keira first learned that Jace had entered the Carthusian monastery, she didn’t understand. She even thought he was doing it for Abbot Levinsky or because he had become disillusioned with life after the family turmoil. Only now did she realize he knew his time was limited. He had gone there to spend the remainder of his days in peace. Jace lived his life with pride and abandon. He had stood at the pinnacle, admired by all, and had also fallen from grace when love led him astray. He had once gone to extremes to win her back and later turned against his own brother to protect her. His life was brief—only a third as long as others’—but it burned brightly, full of passion and color. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how much she missed him, he was gone. - When Gavin arrived and learned of Jace’s passing, tears streamed down his face. Then, in a sudden outburst, he slapped himself twice. "It’s all my fault. How could I not have noticed something was wrong with him?" "Y
Keira couldn’t accept that Jace was gone. That he had chosen to leave like this. Even though he said it was his way of taking responsibility for himself, she couldn’t reconcile it. And his illness? Keira knew nothing about it... No! She had noticed. The blood he coughed up in front of her, the nosebleeds, the repeated hospital stays, his increasingly thin frame—these were all signs. But she ignored them. She didn’t care enough, didn’t pay attention enough, and brushed it all aside. Though the romantic love between Jace and Keira had long since faded, he remained one of the most important people in her life. He was her family. He was there as she grew up, bringing her warm sugar water when she had her first period, standing up for her and kicking bullies away without hesitation. Jace wasn’t just a past lover. He was the person who witnessed her youth, shared her journey, and taught her how to navigate life. And now, he had slipped out of her world without a word, witho
Hayden’s dedication to the courtyard was no less than hers. On any other day, Keira would have been thrilled to follow his lead and share in the excitement. But today, she couldn’t muster any enthusiasm. Her attention was fixed entirely on the temple gates. Even as the sun rose higher into the sky, the gates remained shut, and the unease in her heart grew heavier. When Abbot Levinsky was still here, he opened the gates every morning without fail. After Jace arrived, he took over the task and once told her that opening the temple gates each day was like opening the door to one’s heart. But today... why hadn’t he come? Was he unwell? The thought sent a ripple of panic through her. Unable to wait any longer, Keira stepped forward and knocked on the door. After what felt like an eternity, someone finally answered—a lay disciple living at the monastery. "Apologies," he said with a slight bow. "Master Gregory might have overslept today." Gregory. That was Jace’s monastic name
They say what you thought about during the day would appear in your dreams at night. The night before Keira planned to visit Jace, she dreamed of him. He stood at the foot of her bed, dressed in a pure white monk’s robe. "Rea, look at me," he said softly. Hearing his voice, Keira opened her eyes. The moment she saw him, she felt a wave of disorientation, as if the person before her wasn’t him but a celestial being descended from the heavens. "Why are you here? I was just about to visit you," Keira said, sitting up slowly. "Mm, I know. That’s why I came to see you first," Jace replied. He was the same as Keira remembered, but thinner, and an air of ethereal detachment clung to him. "But you didn’t answer my calls. I was so worried about you," Keira said with a smile, though her heart felt heavy, as though something was pressing down on it. "My fault," he said, reaching out to pat her head. "But from now on, you don’t need to worry about me anymore." "Jace, I bought a cou