Tears were still running down Demi's cheeks when she suddenly smiled. "Keira, I'm starving. Grab me risotto.""On it," I said quickly. "Want some meat, too?"She used to be all about meat—then complain about dieting right after."Meat helps you heal, right? Why not?" she replied with a playful grin, like the old Demi was still in there somewhere.Her smile hit me harder than her tears. How could she act so normal when I knew she wasn't okay? I forced a grin. "Alright. Pork belly sound good?""Make sure it's marbled, not all lean or fat," she quipped, her usual picky self."Got it. Only the best for you," I promised, standing up.But instead of leaving, I hovered outside her door, leaning against the frame. A moment later, the sound of her quiet sobs slipped through.I pressed my back to the wall, eyes shut, my chest tightening like I couldn't breathe. After a second to pull myself together, I headed out to grab her food. That's when I ran into Jace.The second I saw him, my mi
I instinctively hid the bag behind my back, which only made the two men chuckle as they stepped into the elevator.When the doors closed, I turned toward Demi's room. But after a few steps, unease hit me like a punch in the gut.Something was off.I spun around, staring at the elevator doors. My heart was pounding before I even realized I was running."Demi!" I yelled, shoving her door open.She blinked at me, startled. "What's wrong?"Nothing had happened—at least not to me. But the fear that something might've happened to her had me panicked.Seeing her sitting there, fine, I exhaled sharply and stepped inside. As I went to set the food on her bedside table, my eyes caught something—a fat stack of cash.Hush money.My stomach churned as it clicked. Those two men had been here to make sure Demi stayed quiet."Keira, can you help me put this money away?" Demi's voice was steady, too steady.I froze, staring at the bills. "Why did you take it?"She stared blankly at the ceil
"You said you'd been suspicious of Wayne for a while. What about Jace? You were working with him, but when he was surrounded by crocodiles, you just... stood there. Why?" I finally asked, a question that had haunted me for ages.Even though Jace and I had ended things, that moment stuck in my head, like a bad movie scene I couldn't skip. I'd even dreamt about it.I'd asked Jace once, but his answer didn't feel real. Hayden's answer? That's the one I needed."Testing him," Hayden said, cool and straight to the point."Testing him? He's Wayne's brother.""He is," Hayden said, not budging. "But not entirely. There were... other reasons.""Like what?" I pressed, trying to stay patient.I was sitting sideways, avoiding his bandaged arm. His face was out of view, but his voice stayed steady."Because everything pointed too perfectly at Wayne, like it was staged," he explained.His words pulled me back to the events of that time.Things went south as soon as I moved into Wayne's vil
Hayden didn't say a word.I wasn't sure what he meant by his silence, but the thought of him with Yara made me snort coldly. "Of course you're not scared. You've never exactly been short on women, have you?"His eyes stayed locked on me. That look made guilt creep up my spine.Just as I was about to demand why he was staring like that, he finally spoke. "What I fear more than anything is seeing you hurt."Oh.So, he was willing to let me hate him, push him away, yell and scream—all to keep me safe.His intentions really were painstakingly sincere.I got it. I really did. That desperate kind of love, where the thought of losing them terrifies you more than anything else."Stop with the sweet talk," I shot back. "You're just trying to get off easy. Love isn't about bailing when it gets hard—it's about sticking together through it."Hayden's fingers brushed my cheek, warm and steady. "I'd give up the whole world before I'd lose you."It wasn't like him to say things so bluntly,
Wayne was behind his pain, and I made a mental note to remember it.I stopped, still pressed close to Hayden, catching my breath. Messing around with him like this felt... good, like we were back to normal.Then I remembered he was technically still supposed to be in a coma. "How long are you planning to keep up the act?" I asked."I'm done. I'm awake now, aren't I?" he replied, grinning lazily.I couldn't help but laugh. "You're such a troll. You're just messing with them for fun, aren't you?"Hayden's expression darkened slightly. "If I didn't have bigger priorities, I'd do more than mess with them. I'd make them pay."His tone was casual, but the words carried a dangerous edge.He called it "messing," but we both knew he was talking about risking everything—his life, no less. It wasn't that different from what Demi had been through."I saw Demi..." I told him about her situation, sharing everything I'd learned. Hayden didn't say a word, but I could see the weight of it in hi
Benefactor?!I burst out laughing. Hayden didn't let his playful side show often, and when he did, it always caught me off guard.It was just a joke, but hearing him call me that was surreal. Life really is unpredictable. You never know how things will play out or what roles you'll end up in.The future's a blank slate, and we're all just winging it.With Hayden still recovering and Demi needing her own time to heal, I knew I couldn't handle taking care of both of them. So, I hired caregivers for each instead.Of course, Hayden flat-out refused. "I can walk, move, and feed myself. I don't need anyone," he insisted.It wasn't just stubbornness—I knew he didn't like strangers hovering around him. And let's be real, he probably just wanted me to take care of him.Men can be so extra sometimes, full of their own little schemes, just like us.Lately, though, there was something different about Hayden. It was subtle, but he'd been a bit clingy—showing this softer, almost boyish side
It felt like another riddle waiting to be solved, but honestly? The less I knew, the safer we both were.Hayden kissed my forehead. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere—my little monster needs me."Little monster?! Okay, adorable. I grabbed my phone and immediately updated my chat app username to match.Steve noticed in about two seconds flat. [Who are you planning to attack now?] he messaged.I smirked, thinking, 'Monsters don't attack—they just make sure no one messes with them.'It had been a while since I'd heard from Steve. After Houston, all I knew was he'd sold his pool hall and gone off the grid.Considering how messy things got back there, I couldn't blame him for bailing. Honestly, it was probably the smartest move.I fired back two words: [Fighting demons!]Steve replied almost instantly. [How have you been lately?]Whether I was good or not didn't really matter. If he'd been keeping up with the news, he'd already know. The fact he asked meant he hadn't been paying
Yes, I lied to Yuna, but I had my reasons. I'd explained myself, and if she still wanted to hold a grudge, that was her choice.So, I let it go.Yuna was smart. If she was willing to be reasonable, she'd figure it out eventually.Still, as I left her place, I called Wade. Not because I loved sticking my nose in other people's drama, but because Yuna mattered to Hayden—and that made her important to me, too. Like the saying goes: love me, love my dog.Plus, Yuna wasn't a bad person. She was just hurt. Betrayal does that—it makes people lash out.Before Wade could even pick up, I heard his voice behind me."Keira."I turned, slipping my phone back into my pocket. No need to ask why he was here—it was obvious."You're here for Yuna," I said. Then, with zero filter, "Or for the heart inside her chest?"Wade froze, no comeback. I let out a dry laugh. "Still don't have an answer, huh?"He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm struggling with it myself."The guy was wrecked, no point hiding i
"Should we drink a little today?" Lena asked. Nate nodded. "Let’s have a drink." They warmed a bottle of wine and ordered a few small dishes. Neither of them spoke, simply sitting quietly, gazing out at the river and the occasional boats passing by. "Lena," Nate called her softly. Lena turned to look at him. The warm yellow light above cast a gentle glow on his nose, brows, and lips. His gold-rimmed glasses exuded elegance, and the texture of his shirt spoke of refined taste. Even after their breakup, Lena had to admit that Nate was precisely her type. In all her life, among all the men she had met, only Aaron and Nate could truly be called attractive in her eyes. Even Hayden and Jace were merely "not bad." It wasn’t that her standards were excessively high—it was simply that if someone didn’t resonate with her, no matter how perfect they were, she wouldn’t care for them. "Thank you," Nate said softly. Lena was momentarily stunned, assuming he was referring to their wor
Recently, Lena had been in a constant state of distraction. Aaron's decision to sever ties with the Aces weighed heavily on her mind. He hadn't told her the reason, only saying that she would find out in due time. She could live without knowing why, but she feared the fallout. When the truth came to light, she worried her grandparents and her mother would crumble under the weight of the news, collectively breaking down. Aaron had assured her he would handle everything, but she didn’t trust that he could shield the family from such devastation. Most importantly, she couldn’t understand why he would choose to leave the Aces. Could it really be, as the old saying went, that someone else’s child was like an ungrateful wolf? If it were anyone else, she might believe it, but this was Aaron. She couldn’t bring herself to believe he would be so heartless, so ungrateful. And yet, he had said it to her himself. It felt so unreal that Lena wondered if she had imagined it all. This tur
Mrs. Lane finally pieced together all the questions Lena had asked her and understood everything. Gabriel furrowed his brow and looked at Lena. "Is this really what you think?" Lena stayed silent. She did have those suspicions, but seeing how her mother had reacted so strongly, she began to wonder if she had been overthinking it. Aaron, who had already figured out the situation, looked at Lena and spoke up. "She must have misunderstood something." And he knew it was his fault. "She’s just an ungrateful brat! She doesn’t appreciate the kindness she’s been given and can’t stand seeing me be good to someone else," Mrs. Lane fumed again. Gabriel wiped away her tears gently. "Alright, maybe she was just joking with you." "Ask her if she was joking! Look at the things she’s been asking me—let her tell you herself!" Mrs. Lane pointed an accusing finger at Lena. "Big Sis," Aaron called out softly, "I’ll take Lil' Lena out for some fresh air." Without waiting for a reply, he r
"You’ll find out soon enough," Aaron’s answer echoed in Lena’s ears, leaving her restless and unable to sleep. The next day, Mrs. Lane arrived with chicken soup for Aaron and a bag full of fresh produce. "These vegetables are from a village I visited. They’re all organic, no chemical fertilizers," she gushed proudly. Lena's gaze followed her mother’s every move, scrutinizing her intently. Wherever she went, Lena's eyes followed, making her incredibly uncomfortable. "What are you staring at me for? It’s creepy," Mrs. Lane said. "Mom, why are you so good to my uncle?" Lena finally asked. "He’s my brother. Isn’t it normal for me to care for him? You think everyone’s as heartless as you?" Mrs. Lane scolded her, throwing in an insult for good measure. Lena didn’t retaliate to the insult. Instead, she pressed further, "It’s normal, sure, but the way you care for him doesn’t feel like how you’d treat a brother. It feels more like..." She paused before continuing, "Like how you’d
Keira chuckled softly. "Well, a DNA test isn’t a bad idea. At least then you won’t have to worry about being related to Mr. Ace if you two get together." Lena's eyebrows shot up instantly. "What nonsense are you spouting? Do you want me to hit you?" "Go ahead. If you break anything, you’ll have to compensate me," Keira said smugly, knowing full well she had a trump card—her precious little one growing inside her. Their playful banter caught the attention of the people in the room. They exchanged amused glances. "The things girls find joy in are beyond us," one of them said with a smile. "Let’s hope they stay happy forever," Aaron added, just as his phone began to ring. Glancing at the caller ID, he nodded at Hayden. "I’ll take this call." Aaron walked toward his study. Hayden also pulled out his phone, while Lena and Keira moved to the sofa. Keira recounted Lena’s gossip to him. "Hayden, do you think I could be the person the Mitchell family owes a debt to?" "It’s not
"I don't know them!" Lena shook her head. Was she joking? Keira pinched her lightly and looped her arm through hers as they continued walking inside. Lena began, "I heard some gossip from my colleagues, something about the Mitchell family of Windy City." "Let’s hear it," Keira said, strolling leisurely alongside her. Meanwhile, Hayden had already marched ahead, carrying the luggage into the hall. He was always efficient and precise, a trait ingrained in his very being from his military days. It showed in his every move, even in his stride. "A while back, the only legitimate heir of the Mitchell family in Windy City had an accident. Apparently, he fell from something high, hit his head, and ended up as a vegetable," she said. Keira had already heard Hayden mention this earlier. "That’s it?" she pouted dismissively. Lena huffed. "There’s more." "The Mitchell family has spared no expense trying to treat him. They’ve consulted every expert in the country, flown in wave afte
Hayden took out his phone and made a call. “There’s a car tailing me and my wife. Find out their identity, but make sure they don’t realize we’re onto them,” he instructed. “Why don’t you want them to know we’ve noticed?” Keira asked, puzzled. “Don’t startle the snake. If they really have ulterior motives, taking care of this group might just bring another wave,” Hayden explained. His reasoning made sense, and Keira nodded in understanding. They picked up Lena’s suitcase and were on their way to deliver it when the car behind them got rear-ended. They stopped to check, and Hayden received a message—a series of photos and some information. “Windy City… the Mitchell family?” Hayden muttered under his breath. Keira leaned over to look at the photos. One showed the driver partially visible, cautiously keeping the car windows barely open. The backseat passenger was only captured in silhouette. But Hayden’s people were well-prepared and used high-definition cameras, managing to cap
Ever since the matter with the Drago family and Wayne was resolved, and Hayden returned safely, Keira thought all the danger was behind them. But now, with Hayden’s sudden remark, unease crept back into her. It wasn’t fear; it was something else. Now that she had a baby on the way, she just wanted to get through each day peacefully, ensuring her child could come into this world happy and safe. Through the rearview mirror, she saw the car tailing them. It was a large SUV—imposing and sturdy. "If you were to collide with them head-on now, what are our chances of winning?" she asked Hayden. He let out a soft chuckle. "What do you think?" To make getting in and out of the car more convenient and comfortable for Keira, Hayden had chosen to drive a corporate vehicle. In terms of size, the car behind them was far larger than theirs. "Even if we could win a collision, we won’t do it," Hayden said, taking her hand in his. "Don’t worry. Once we reach the next stop, I’ll let you out
Keira hung up the phone, chuckling to herself. When Hayden returned, he found her smiling. “What’s got you in such a good mood?” he asked, glancing at the TV, which was off, and then at her phone, which she wasn’t using either. Keira reached for the durian he had bought her. Lately, she’d been craving it like an addict. No idea why—it was as if she couldn’t get enough of it. “I’ll wash my hands and cut it for you,” Hayden said, stopping her from handling it. “You just need to eat.” He pulled her along to wash her hands as well. Hayden stood behind her at the sink, his arms wrapping around her protectively. As he washed her hands, she recounted the story about Lena. “The car accident on the news is probably the same one,” he commented. “But it only mentioned the White family.” “Aaron has always kept a low profile,” Keira replied, but as she turned her head, her words were cut off. Her lips brushed against his. It was completely unintentional, yet somehow, it was a perfect