"Out with it. What do you really want?" Xander finally asked, cutting through the back-and-forth.Now that I was certain who he really was, there was no point in holding back. "I have a friend who might be at DracoLux. I need to know how she's doing—and make sure someone's protecting her."I hesitated before adding, "Her name is Demi Young."Silence.I couldn't tell if he was shocked or if he'd already known.Considering he had his reasons for infiltrating DracoLux under a fake identity, it wouldn't surprise me if Demi was already on his radar. After all, he'd been there for months. He must've uncovered something."Fine. I'll help you," he said at last, his tone firm. "But you're not putting yourself in danger."That protective edge might have comforted someone else, but for me, it only made my chest tighten. He said DracoLux was dangerous—but Demi was already inside.Had something already happened to her? The thought sent a shiver down my spine."Did you hear me?" Xander pres
My hand froze for a second, a shiver sliding down my spine.Was Tanya some kind of ghost?How had she snuck up so silently that I hadn't even noticed her?I didn't know how long she'd been standing there or if she'd caught the message I was about to send. But honestly? Even if she had, it didn't matter. I was the boss, and taking a photo of my own bar was perfectly within my rights.Twisting my phone casually in my hand, I gave her a professional smile. "Do undercover bosses usually roll in with a marching band?"Tanya slid into the seat across from me and gestured toward the revamped bar. "I made some changes to the decor. Thought it might freshen things up for the customers."I nodded, taking it all in. "Not bad. It's definitely got a new vibe.""As long as you're happy with it," she replied, signaling a server to bring drinks over."You're someone I handpicked for this job. How could I not be?" I said, glancing around the room. "Just proves I've got a good eye. You've got re
Wayne's patience had been tested plenty over the past decade, but that didn't mean I didn't enjoy messing with him now and then."Sorry, Wayne. Got held up with something," I said, plastering on a half-apologetic smile as I sat down."No worries. As long as you're here, I don't mind waiting."His overly sweet tone was borderline cringe-worthy. I ducked my head, pretending to rearrange the utensils so I wouldn't have to meet his gaze.Wayne waved a waiter over, motioning for me to order first. But honestly, I was still stuffed from the saucy braised meatballs I'd devoured earlier. Not wanting to seem rude, though, I picked a couple of random dishes off the menu.When the food arrived, it wasn't just what I'd ordered. Wayne had taken it upon himself to add a bunch of extra dishes to the table."We're just here for a simple meal, to eat and be full. Ordering this much is a bit much," I said, gesturing at the spread. "We're probably wasting food.""I only ordered what I know you lik
I was completely caught off guard. Instinctively, I ducked my head, twisting to avoid him.But Wayne was stronger, and when he was this determined, there was no way I could break free."Rea, why is it okay for them, but not for me?" he rasped, his voice hoarse with anger and frustration. "I love you just as much as they do—maybe even more."I couldn't think clearly, let alone explain anything. All I wanted was to shove him away, to escape, but I didn't have the strength to fight him off.His lips brushed the top of my head, then slid to my cheek. When he nuzzled against my neck, I felt the weight pressing on my waist vanished as Wayne was shoved back."Mr. Johnston," Xander's voice cut through the tension. "Things between men and women should be consensual. Forcing them? Well, that kind of ruins all the fun, don't you think?"His tone was nothing like Hayden's. I didn't know how Xander had managed to transform himself so completely, but hearing his voice right then felt like a li
"Don't move," he rasped, his voice dropping all the fake softness he'd been using. It came out raw, almost jagged.So, the voice was an act too. Smirking, I leaned in closer. "You're so cool to the touch... feels amazing..."Before he could respond, someone stepped out of the restaurant, their gaze flicking toward us. Without a second thought, Xander scooped me up and made a beeline for his car.Even as he carried me, I kept up my game. I nuzzled against his chest like a needy kitten, going as far as tugging at the buttons on his shirt with my teeth.His whole body went rigid, his heartbeat hammering under my cheek. Heat radiated off him like his self-control was barely holding together—if it even existed in the first place.So much for all that composed, cool-guy energy. Total myth.Finally, Xander carried me to his car. As he leaned down to set me in the passenger seat, I looped my arms around his neck, leaning forward to press a kiss against his throat.Okay, yeah—I'll admit
By the time Xander dropped me off at home, I'd already shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.What else was I supposed to do?Let him, under a fake name, take me to bed for a night of passion? No way.I couldn't let myself give in. It would only fuel his arrogance, making him think that no matter what identity he hid behind, as long as he had that face, he could have me whenever he wanted."Still want me?" Xander's voice brushed against my ear as he carried me.There was something dangerously playful about him.I didn't answer. But when he set me down on the bed, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down with me.It had been too long. I'd been alone for too long. Tonight, I just wanted him to stay—even if nothing happened.He didn't push me away. Instead, in the stillness, I heard his low whisper. "I'm sorry. Just wait a little longer..."So, there it was—his reasons, spoken but still vague.Fine. I'd wait.I'd wait until the day he finally admitted it, until the word
The jerk was messing with me.Refusing to let him win, I kept chewing, swallowing with dramatic flair.Then, smirking, I raised a hand and used one finger to tip his chin up. Leaning in close, I murmured, "I've already done that with you—does it really matter?"Xander's eyes darkened, but before he could react, I pulled back, spun around, and dodged toward the bathroom to wash my hands.He'd ruined a perfectly good meal with that jab.Even so, it wasn't the same kind of sour feeling I got when dealing with Wayne. Thinking of Wayne brought back the memory of his behavior last night, and I felt a wave of disgust creep over me.Things between us were going to be painfully awkward now. I couldn't keep using him for information either; the risk of him flipping the game on me was too high. If I kept pushing, I'd lose control before I could get what I needed.And then there was Xander. Wayne wouldn't just let him off the hook—not after last night. Xander had disrupted his plans and bru
That was a good question.Honestly, I wanted to hear him say it, too.Even though I knew he was Hayden, even though I was sure down to my core, I still longed for him to admit it out loud. Just one word from him would change everything.Xander glanced at me, his eyes locking onto mine for a beat before he replied to Cole. "I'm just myself. You should already have all the answers about my identity, shouldn't you?"Cole chuckled, twice. "Well, good luck with that."Then the line went dead.Xander went right back to his breakfast like nothing had happened. Meanwhile, I could barely touch mine."Why aren't you eating? It's going to get cold," he said casually, like the phone call hadn't just thrown a massive warning in his face."Cole was warning you," I said, my chest tightening. "He's trying to tell you you're in trouble."Xander didn't even blink. "I know.""And you're not scared?" I asked, anxiety creeping up my spine in his place.He picked up a napkin, folding it neatly. "
"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