I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I asked, "Jace, how did you know I almost got hit by a car?"Hearing I wasn't hurt, he let go of my arm and leaned against the doorframe. "Of course I know," he said, letting out a bitter laugh, "because I had someone secretly protecting you."Protecting me?Translation: he'd been having me followed.The realization lit a fire in me. My chest tightened with anger, and a cold laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "Wow. Your people are top-tier, huh? I almost got hit by a car, and nobody swooped in to save the day.""You're right," Jace admitted. "I've already fired him." His eyes flicked back to mine. "I've also got someone looking into who hit you."At least that saved me the trouble. "Let me know when you find out," I said bluntly.He didn't answer, just leaned there, looking drained.He might've been fine loitering, but I wasn't. Especially since Xander was still inside my apartment."Jace, it's late. You should go home," I said, ma
I was startled. "Jace, you..."But before I could finish, he swiped the blood away with the back of his hand, turned, and walked off. My legs twitched, like they wanted to follow him, but nope, I stayed put.Maybe it was better this way. If he kept pushing himself like that, maybe he'd finally leave me alone.Xander came, his eyes zeroing in on the bloodstain. "Whoa, are you mad at me? I didn't mean anything—I just thought he was annoying you, so I stepped in."I ignored him and shoved the clothes I was holding into his hands. "Just go, Xander."He hesitated but eventually headed to change. When he came back, his bag of dirty clothes was in one hand, and in the other? A wet wipe.To my surprise, he crouched down by the door, wiping up the blood Jace left behind.The second the door clicked shut behind Xander, I collapsed onto the couch.I sat there for what felt like hours, my brain stuck in a loop of Jace coughing up blood on repeat. When I couldn't sit anymore, I flopped onto
On my way to the breakroom, I casually asked a few coworkers, "Mr. Shane didn't come in today?"They exchanged looks, barely holding back laughter. It only made me more curious. "What's the deal? Something happen to him?""He got scratched up!" one finally blurted."His girlfriend probably did it," someone else chimed in."Who knew she had claws like that?""Yeah, well, he was at a nightclub. Honestly, if I were her, I'd scratch him up too."The chatter snowballed from there, painting a pretty clear picture: Ron wasn't in because he had a visible scratch on his face and was too embarrassed to show up.When I got back to my desk, I couldn't resist giving him a call. Not to poke fun—just, you know, check in. After all, he'd always been nice to me.The moment he picked up, Ron didn't even give me a chance to say hi. "Don't listen to the nonsense those gossiping hens at the office are saying. None of it's true."His denial was chef's kiss classic—the guilty dog barks first. I play
"Do you remember who it was?" Ron pressed again."I think you need to focus on healing and getting back to work," I said lightly, dodging. "Your daily check-ins are the highlight of my day." Then I hung up with a laugh.Wayne stepped inside as I set my phone down, placing the bouquet on my desk. He studied me for a moment. "It's been a long time since I've seen you smile like that.""It was our boss," I said, using Ron as my cover story. "He got scratched up by his girlfriend and was complaining to me about it.""Let me guess—he went to a club," Wayne said, casually. "I saw him there."My pulse stuttered. He saw Ron? And Ron mentioned seeing someone who looked like Demi. If Ron wasn't mistaken, then... did Wayne see Demi too?And if she really was in Seavora, what about the person she was so terrified of?I'd always had my suspicions. That person might just be Wayne."Is that so? Seems like all you men have a thing for places like that," I teased, watching for a reaction.Wayn
"I'm fine, just a random wave of nausea," I muttered, watching Wayne carefully.He looked genuinely concerned, but even that annoyed me. Funny how not loving someone can make their kindness feel like a trap—or worse, a crime."Good. Go drink some water," he said, still sounding too caring for my liking.I headed back to my office, but before I got there, someone stepped out of the elevator—a familiar figure."Mr. Hart!""You're back?""Everyone missed you!"The staff lit up like Christmas lights, but, of course, they were mistaking Xander for Hayden. Typical. Xander didn't correct them, just smiled politely and walked straight toward me.Wayne's mood? Instantly icy."What are you doing here?" I asked Xander, keeping it curt.He wasn't Hayden, and letting people think he was would only stir up drama I didn't have the energy to handle.He held up a food container. "Brought you lunch."My stomach growled, like perfect timing, dude. I hadn't eaten since last night, and my body
Xander got some serious guts. He knew Wayne had been after me, yet he still stepped up like it was nothing.Bold move, honestly—I didn't see that coming from him.But with Demi possibly hanging around DracoLux, I had to prioritize that. "Sorry, I've got other plans tonight," I told him.Xander? Totally unbothered. "Alright. If you need anything, just let me know." Then he gave me a polite nod and left without a fuss.At the elevator, someone called him "Mr. Hart" again. He just nodded, cool as ever, not correcting them.Wayne, who'd been quietly observing, chimed in. "He really does look like Hayden. So, what do you think? Could it be him?"I couldn't shut it down too fast, or Wayne would get suspicious. So, I kept it casual with a small smile. "No idea. That's why I'm testing him."I gave the food container in my hand a little shake. "Hayden used to get all fancy with his meals, so I figured I'd see if Xander can keep up in the kitchen."That was mostly for Wayne's benefit. If
The second I brought up my dad, Wayne clammed up. Guess it's hard to chat when your dad's the reason mine's gone."There will never be meatballs I like in this world again," I said, staring down at the meatballs Xander had made. I tried to sound casual, like I didn't care, but my brain was screaming, 'Don't blow this! Don't let Wayne catch on about Xander.'Because now? I knew. Xander was Hayden. The disguise, the secrecy—it wasn't random. He had a reason. Whatever it was, I just had to roll with it for now."Rea, I'm really sorry about your parents." His voice dripped guilt, but his face? Ugh, it was all fake pity, like he thought that'd fix anything.It didn't. If anything, it made my stomach twist, but I just smiled tight and said, "It's not your fault."He gave a bitter smile. "You're... so kind, Rea."Yeah, kind enough to almost forgive his family once. Key word: almost. I'd learned better. No way I'd let that slide—not now, not ever.I needed to end this convo before I sna
Xander let out a couple of startled coughs on the other end, clearly caught off guard by my overly sweet tone. "What kind of favor?" he asked, trying to sound composed."DracoLux doesn't just have male models; they must have female ones too, right? Are you close to any of them?" I asked bluntly. Now that I was sure he was Hayden, I didn't see the point in holding back.Honestly, it was almost laughable. After all my sneaky efforts to figure out if he was Hayden, a simple plate of meatballs had been the thing to out him."What are you planning to do?" he asked, still keeping up his act.I couldn't tell if the meatballs were his way of dropping a hint, but since he was so committed to the undercover bit, I decided to roll with it. "Oh, nothing big. I just want to try something new—see what it's like to be a female model there.""What?" His voice cracked, loaded with disbelief."I want to be a female model in DracoLux," I repeated, biting back a laugh. "I figured you could help me g
"I'm just amazed that pregnancy has made you smarter. Most people say pregnancy makes women forgetful for three years," Hayden teased Keira with a rare grin. Keira gave him a gentle kick. "Did Aaron ask you to pass on his thoughts?" "No, it's just what I think," Hayden replied earnestly. He would never lie to her. Keira sighed softly. "Love between two people isn’t something outsiders can meddle with. But maybe Aaron’s actions today will help Lena realize what’s in her heart." "Let’s wait and see," Hayden said, finishing the massage before applying lotion and stretch mark cream to Keira's belly. "Baby, give Dad a little kick," Hayden said, stroking her belly. Right after he spoke, the baby really did kick. Keira couldn’t help but laugh; this little one was so obedient to their dad. "Just a few kicks, alright? Mommy needs to sleep, so don’t bother her," Hayden instructed. The baby obediently kicked a few more times before settling down. Keira was curious. "I think our ba
Keira stared at the messages Lena had just sent her. She could sense something was up, so she immediately called her, but Lena declined the call. Instead, she replied with another message: [I’m at my grandparents’ house, and my mother is here too.] Keira had no choice but to keep texting her: [Did Aaron upset you today?] Lena sent Keira a string of ellipses. That endless row of dots made her even more curious. [What happened exactly?] Keira pressed. Lena replied: [He brought his girlfriend home today.] After sending that message, she also sent Keira a screenshot of a payment receipt and added: [Spot the highlight.] Keira zoomed in on the image and finally noticed the note: Name Change Fee. [Wow, how generous! 600,000 dollars just for a name change fee. What did you call her to make it worth that much?] Keira was shocked. Lena then sent Keira a voice message, explaining the situation in detail. At the end, she added: [He used to tell me how long he’d liked me, but now he’s
"Aaron, I want to add Lena on WhatsApp." Xandra actually asked Aaron, gently tugging on his sleeve with a delicate and endearing expression that made her look pitifully lovable. Aaron glanced at her, his gaze filled with a warmth Lena was all too familiar with. Once upon a time, he had looked at her the same way. Now, he could look at other women like that. So, never believe a man when he says things like, I've liked you for years. "If you want to add her, then add her," Aaron's approval made Xandra look at him with delight. Lena, however, truly didn’t want to add her. She and Xandra weren’t close, and they likely wouldn’t ever be. Lena didn’t enjoy socializing with strangers, so she smiled faintly. "Aren’t you afraid I might tell her something about you, Uncle Aaron?" Aaron’s gaze turned cold and distant, his voice calm. "There’s nothing about me that Xandy can’t know." Ha! Lena sneered inwardly. If that were the case, why had he just warned her earlier? Double stand
Under the table, Lena felt her mother's foot nudge her—a clear signal: Let Xandra win. Lena gritted her teeth. Why was everyone fawning over a girlfriend who hadn’t even officially joined the family? Annoyed, she huffed inwardly. The more you tell me to lose, the harder I’ll fight to win. The game began, and Lena’s starting hand was exceptional—practically a heavenly draw. She was only one card away from winning while the others still struggled with mismatched cards. It seemed like an easy victory was in the cards for her. But then, as if under a spell, her luck took a sharp turn. None of the cards she needed showed up. Worse, every time she reached for a card, Xandra would intercept it with a call, blocking her progress entirely. As the rounds continued, even her mother, Briana, reached a ready hand, while Lena was still stuck with the same cards she started with. Soon, her grandmother joined the fray, and eventually, even Xandra declared readiness. Three players were now
Lena’s heart fluttered in panic. Why was he standing here? Had he overheard what she’d said earlier? There was no use regretting it now. She could only pretend he hadn’t heard anything and called out, trying to sound natural, “Uncle!” She had just given herself a pep talk in the bathroom, but seeing him standing so close now, her heartbeat still faltered. Aaron’s deep, starry eyes fixed on her. “Xandy is very simple and innocent. She doesn’t take well to certain things. I trust you understand what I mean?” Lena’s chaotic heartbeats suddenly settled. So this was why he had waited for her—to make sure she wouldn’t tell Xandra about his past feelings for her. A strange, sharp pain twisted in her chest, so intense it stole her breath for a moment. Clenching her fist by her side, she pinched herself hard to suppress the ache and avoid showing any emotion. “What ‘certain things’ are you referring to, Uncle? I don’t believe there’s anything you’ve shared with me that’s worth m
“Come here,” Deborah called, motioning for Lena to approach. She introduced her to Xandra with a cheerful smile. “The two of you may be the same age, but from now on, you must properly call her your aunt. Understand?” Xandra’s face flushed red. “There’s no need for that. Just call me Xandy.” Nervously, she tugged at Aaron’s sleeve. He glanced at her before responding calmly, “Our family values etiquette. Generational hierarchy matters.” Etiquette? Wasn’t this just a ploy to make her call Xandra “Aunt”? Was he in such a rush to give her a title to avoid any misunderstandings? Whether it was to clarify things for Xandra or to distance himself from her, Lena couldn’t help but feel a petty frustration bubbling up. Fine. If Aaron wanted her to say it, she would. “Aunt Xandra,” Lena said, her tone neutral but deliberate. Xandra’s face turned even redder. “No, really, you can just call me Xandy.” “I should call you that, and it’s not for free. As my elder, you owe me a red e
“Mr. Ace, why the sudden preference for plain water?” Elaine asked as she poured a glass. “It’s not for me. It’s for Xandy,” Aaron replied, his eyes flicking toward Lena, who kept her head down, still rinsing the same tomato. Elaine chuckled. “Your girlfriend is very pretty. She seems like a sweet and kind young lady. I bet your parents can finally relax now.” “Mm, everyone can be at ease,” Aaron replied, his tone carrying a subtle undertone. Lena didn’t lift her head, but she heard the implication clearly. “Not just at ease—happy too,” Elaine said as she handed him the glass of water. Taking it, Aaron thanked her. “Thank you, Elaine.” Then he left the kitchen. Elaine watched him go, sighing wistfully. “His parents have been waiting for this day for so long.” Turning back, she noticed Lena was still rinsing the same tomato—again. Elaine reached over and turned off the faucet. “Miss Lena, if you keep washing that tomato, it’s going to lose all its skin,” she teased.
"Do I need to change my shoes?" A gentle female voice came from the doorway. Lena thought she must be hearing things. She snapped her head up, and her eyes landed on a tall girl in casual attire standing by the entrance. Next to her was Aaron, dressed in a dark coat. They hadn’t looked into the house yet, as the entryway was positioned just out of sight from the main living area. However, from her spot on the sofa, Lena had a clear view of them. “No won't be necessary. My parents don’t wear slippers at home,” Aaron explained patiently. Lena felt as if she were frozen in place, her mind going blank as she stared at the two of them. Hearing the commotion, Briana walked out from the kitchen, and she, too, stopped in her tracks. It was rare—unheard of, even—for Aaron to bring a girl home. The implications were obvious. “Sister,” Aaron greeted Briana first, then introduced the girl beside him. “This is my friend.” Briana nodded quickly, her surprise evident. “Hello!” The g
The weekend had arrived, coinciding with the end of the year. The timing couldn’t have been more fitting—or more ominous. At the hospital, Lena’s colleagues were busy making plans for New Year’s Eve celebrations, but she sat at her desk, preoccupied with how to get through the weekend. Tomorrow, Aaron was going to formally announce his decision to sever ties with the Ace family. Even though she had tried to comfort her grandparents and they seemed to accept it, she feared the actual impact would be far greater than any preparation could soften. “Dr. Lane, any plans for tomorrow? Join us!” someone invited her. Lena snapped out of her thoughts. “No, I’ll be at home with my grandparents.” She’d even be taking an emergency kit, just in case her grandparents couldn’t handle the shock. Her mother, Briana, had been equally anxious, sending multiple reminders throughout the day to ensure Lena would go to the Ace house right after work. The last time she visited, she’d managed to