"Yuna..." I called out, desperate to say something—anything.But she didn't even look back. She just ran.Wade, who was rushing after he, paused shot me a pained, almost pleading glance."Don't just stand there—go after her!" I snapped. "If something happens to her, that's on you forever."That lit a fire under him. Without another word, he took off.I let out a shaky breath before heading back to the private dining room.As soon as I stepped inside, Xander's piercing gaze locked onto me. "If you hadn't come back soon, I was about to come looking."Normally, I'd throw out some sarcastic comeback, but now? I didn't have it in me.I hesitated, then muttered, "Yuna found out..."I laid it all out, every messy detail. Xander didn't say a word. He didn't have to—the way his expression darkened said everything. Anger, shock, guilt—it was all there.He'd known Wade back when he was Hayden. Trusted him with Yuna. And now this? It was clear Xander was beating himself up just as much a
The two cars collided with a screech so loud it felt straight out of an action movie—except it wasn't. This was real, happening right in front of me.Panic hit me like a brick, but with Xander next to me, I clung to a tiny shred of calm. My hand clutched the seatbelt as I turned to him. "This Wayne's doing?""Could be. Might just be a test."A test. It clicked instantly. They wanted to see if he was really Hayden."What now?" I asked."Sit tight. Don't freak out, no matter what," he said.Uh, yeah, easier said than done.Something about his words felt... off. "What are you planning?" I asked."I'm going to make sure they give up," he replied. Then, he added, "Hold on."Before I could process, the car jerked violently, slamming me back into the seat. My breath whooshed out as the car screeched to a halt. Xander's door was shoved open.A crew of guys stormed out of the other car, yanking him out before I could even blink. They were beating the crap out of him.And Xander? He d
"Where did you bury that urn?"The question blindsided me.A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Don't worry, I'm not trying to bring up old stuff," he murmured.He shifted, clearly struggling, like he wanted to get closer. I leaned in, bringing my ear near him. His voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of his words hit me hard."Listen carefully. That urn has a data sync device inside. My phone's synced to it. There's... a lot of critical info in there. If anything ever happens to me, take the device and give it to the authorities."I froze. The urn... it had been hiding something this huge all along?It was Yara who gave it to me. Did she know about this, too?The thought of her made my stomach twist a little. "Why not have Yara deal with this instead of me?" I blurted.Hayden let out a quiet laugh. "You're jealous right now? Really?"I huffed, but he kept going. "She and I are just comrades. Nothing romantic, I swear. And besides..."He took a shaky breath before c
My heart jumped into my throat the second I saw him.Sure, Hayden had told me not to freak out, but yeah—easier said than done."Doctor, how is he?" I stepped forward, my voice wobbling."His injuries are severe. There's a blood clot pressing on his brain nerves, and he's currently in a coma."The doctor's words were so perfectly measured that I couldn't tell if Hayden was actually this hurt or if this guy was just auditioning for Best Supporting Actor in Hayden's plan.Cole and Wayne both frowned, but Cole went full drama mode. "A coma? Are you serious? The guy got roughed up, not hit by a truck!"The doctor didn't flinch. "I already explained—there's a blood clot."Cole was about to argue more, but Wayne cut him off, all smooth and calculating. "I'll bring in another specialist to examine him. If anything happens, I need answers."That comment? Definitely for me. Classic Wayne, using "concern" as a power move to figure out if Hayden's injuries were fake.The doctor nodded, c
I threw a look at Cole. "I'll figure out who's behind this—and they'll regret it."Cole let out a soft laugh. "First time I've heard you talk so tough."I shot him a glare. "Whether it's tough talk or not, you'll find out soon enough. Now go. You've done enough."Cole had milked this scene long enough. With Hayden staying perfectly still through the whole act, Cole finally gave in and turned to leave. But not without tossing one last remark over his shoulder."Ms. Kay, he's just a stand-in. Don't let yourself get too attached again."I didn't bother responding. Watching him walk out the door, I exhaled slowly. My eyes drifted back to Hayden, lying there so still.He wasn't a stand-in. Not for anyone. He was himself—always himself.For a long moment, I just stood there, staring at him. Finally, I leaned in and whispered, "Hayden, they're all gone. You can drop the act now."Silence.Thinking he was messing with me, I slid my hand under the blanket and gave him a light pinch. "S
"Demi, Demi..."I bolted out of the car and grabbed her, calling her name in panic.No response. I tilted her face toward me, hoping for some sign of recognition, but when I saw her clearly, my breath hitched.Her face was unrecognizable—swollen, bruised, her eyes barely open. There were gashes on her cheeks, and her lips? So busted they didn't even look human.I didn't need a detailed story. I knew.Hayden was right. I was too late."I'm calling the cops," I said, my voice shaky as fury and heartbreak churned inside me."No, don't..." Her hand weakly gripped my arm.I froze, staring at her. She managed the smallest smile, but it was broken, jagged, like it hurt her more than it comforted me."Why?" My voice cracked."Because... I need evidence," she whispered, her tone faint but steady.I just stood there, stunned.In that moment, it all clicked. Her fear of returning, her decision to get referred to DracoLux—she wasn't running anymore. Demi wasn't going to live as a victi
Hayden had faked his death and taken brutal beatings to keep his identity hidden. Demi? She'd sacrificed her entire future, paying a price so unimaginable it made my chest ache. If we called the cops now, all of that could be for nothing.And let's be real—if the police could fix this, DracoLux would've been shut down ages ago.This couldn't go unchecked, though. Especially not for Lena. She'd always been fierce about protecting women, and seeing someone like Demi humiliated and broken like this? It wasn't something she'd ever tolerate."How's Demi? Has she woken up? Can I see her?" I asked, my voice shaking.Without a word, Lena led me to Demi's room.Seeing her hooked up to all those machines, tubes everywhere, an oxygen mask covering her bruised face... it broke me. Lena's earlier description of her injuries echoed in my head, every detail slicing me open."I'm... fine," Demi whispered weakly, as if she could sense my heartbreak and wanted to comfort me.Tears spilled down my
This whole situation involved way too many people.Demi was already hanging by a thread, yet she still wanted to be the shield, the one who took the hits. I couldn't stand the thought of her going through it again.If we could find other victims—anyone willing to step forward or share evidence—maybe, just maybe, we could end DracoLux for good."Some of the girls, I can still find," Lena said, her tone serious. "But not all. And even if I do track them down, you need to understand—they didn't report it back then for a reason. There's no guarantee they'll help now."She wasn't wrong. This wasn't just hard—it was near impossible."It's okay," I said quietly. "We'll try. If they're willing, great. If not... at least we tried."My brief spark of hope gave way to a deeper sadness.The thought of how many girls had suffered like Demi made my stomach churn."I'll start looking into my records," Lena promised, determination etched across her face.She didn't care about rules or red tap
"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