"One Sloppy Joe Taco, extra hot sauce," Lena said, stepping up to the counter. She didn't bother asking Aaron what he wanted; she assumed he wouldn't eat tacos anyway.But, of course, Aaron had to surprise her."One Ground Beef Taco."Lena turned to him. "You're eating?"Aaron looked unbothered. "What else? You eat, and I just sit here watching?"The eatery owner, catching the vibe, laughed and chimed in, "We get couples sharing one large taco all the time."Lena's face burned. Couples? Lady, please.Another misunderstanding. By now, Lena could practically write a memoir about them.Back in school, when Aaron was still around, people constantly assumed they were a couple. One clueless teacher even accused them of dating and threatened to call their parents. Iconic.Now, as full-grown adults, it was borderline laughable that they still couldn't dodge the same assumptions.Lena cast a quick glance at Aaron. Honestly, he barely looked older than her—annoyingly flawless."My unc
'Double standards much?' Lena thought, scoffing inwardly. A minute ago, he swore up and down he didn't have a girlfriend. Now he was pulling one out of thin air just to shut someone down? Wouldn't a simple no thanks have worked?"If you don't believe me, ask her," Aaron added, shifting the pressure right onto Lena.'Oh, come on.' Lena mentally rolled her eyes. Why was she being dragged into this mess?The girl, of course, turned to Lena, waiting for confirmation with wide, hopeful eyes.Lena glared at Aaron, ready to set the record straight, but before she could, he swooped in again."She was just asking me earlier about taking my girlfriend to the OB-GYN," he said smoothly, his words landing like a grenade.Lena froze, utterly speechless.The girl's face shifted through shock, realization, and total embarrassment before she bolted out of the eatery."You've been turning down a lot of admirers lately. Pretty smooth moves," Lena teased.Aaron didn't bite. "Your tacos are here,"
Sasha's eyes snapped to Lena, searching her face for any sign she was serious."If you want to see him, I can help," Lena said with a small, knowing smile. "Well, not me—Keira can help you."The moment Sasha saw Lena, she'd already guessed Keira was behind this.The second Keira's name came up, Sasha let out a bitter laugh. "Keira? She's barely keeping her own head above water.""Speaking of which, Keira wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for you."Sasha's gaze faltered. "What does that have to do with me?"Lena didn't bother softening the blow. "Ms. Grey, let's not play games. Your daughter, Nina—she's missing because you had someone take her. Isn't she?"Sasha's face flashed with panic before she slammed her hand on the couch, anger flaring. "What kind of nonsense are you spouting? Why would I kidnap my own daughter? I—""You wanted to use Nina to get to Ian Carter," Lena interrupted.Sasha's lips quivered as she turned away, trying to deny it. "I didn't.""You don't ha
"What is it?" Lena asked, unfazed.If there was one constant in life, it was people always wanting something in return."Keira has to take the fall for 'kidnapping my daughter'," Sasha said bluntly, cutting straight to the point."You're in a bind and need a way out, right?" she asked, zeroing in on Sasha's true motive.Sasha didn't even try to deny it. "That bastard Thorsten—he acts like he cares about Nina, but when push comes to shove, he's in no hurry to do anything."Her original plan had been to use Nina as leverage to squeeze money out of Thorsten, but the man wasn't biting.Meanwhile, Nina was locked away, crying, throwing fits, and causing chaos. Sasha couldn't risk checking on her without exposing herself, and now, the whole scheme was on the verge of crumbling.But she couldn't just drop the act and let Nina go without a cover story. Thorsten had already started digging into the kidnapping, and it was only a matter of time before his investigation pointed to her.She
"No, I just want Nina back ASAP," she shot back, looking like she hadn't slept in days.Aw, poor thing. Except, not really. "You've waited this long. What's a few more days?"The second I finished, Sasha's temper hit full send. "Keira, what's that supposed to mean? You're not planning to double-cross me, are you?""I'm saying, wait a couple of days," I replied."Wait for what? What are you pulling now?" Her tone screamed 'I'm onto you.'I glanced out the window. "I'm waiting for someone to come back safely."She grabbed my arm. "You're planning to use Nina to trade for Xander, aren't you?"So, she did know about Xander. No point pretending. "Yeah," I admitted, straight up."Keira!" she snapped. "How can you be so vile? Nina's just a kid!""And she's your kid, yet here you are, using her like a chess piece," I shot back, zero sympathy.Let's be real—Sasha handed Nina over as leverage. Now she was mad I played the game better?Her glare could've melted steel, but after a few b
I braced myself. What could he possibly need to say? Probably his last wishes—stuff to handle once he was gone."Uncle Damien, stop. You don't need to talk about this. You'll be fine," I said, trying to shut it down.But he wasn't hearing it. He went on, carefully spelling out every detail: his assets, properties, even people I should know about.It felt like he was reading out a will. And yeah, we weren't super close, but it still hit hard. This wasn't just paperwork—it was goodbye in disguise.Noticing my reaction, he softened his voice, trying to console me. "Rea, everyone's time comes. When it's mine, don't be too sad, okay? Your Aunt Abby and I will finally be with Narelle again. Our family will be whole. That's something to be happy about."Hearing that crushed me. I finally understood the loneliness he'd been drowning in since losing Narelle. Every day must've felt like an endless void.He never talked about it, but his grief for her was carved deep into his soul.My ches
From the look on her face, it was clear—Lena didn't order anything.I got up to help her with the package, figuring she was wiped from her day in surgery. I double-checked the label. Yep, it was addressed to her."Maybe one of your admirers sent you a gift?" I teased, setting the box on the table.Lena gave me a seriously? look but grabbed a box cutter and started slicing it open.I leaned in to watch because, honestly, I was just as curious.Big mistake.The second she pulled back the flaps and opened the inner box, we both screamed like we were extras in a horror movie.And kept screaming.Because slithering out of the box was a snake.Our panic didn't stop until someone outside, probably alarmed by the banshee-level noise, burst in and grabbed the snake.Lena and I were ghost-white. The thing had launched out of the box like it had a vendetta, brushing past our faces as it slithered away.Here's the thing—we weren't just scared of snakes. Anything remotely squirmy, even a
Of course, Cole had a demand. That snake stunt and the address were just bait to pull me into his game.Classic Cole. Like father, like son—he'd mastered every dirty trick in the book."Why don't you tell me what it is first?" No way was I letting him think he held all the cards.Cole knew I cared about Lena, but I wasn't about to hand him that power on a silver platter."Hand over what Hayden gave you," he said, cutting straight to the chase.I let out a short laugh. "And if I told you he didn't give me anything, would you believe me?"Cole smirked. "Now that's just boring."I leaned in, mirroring his smirk. "Look, I get it—you think I'm hiding something. But let me remind you of a little timeline. Back in Houston, you saw the mess Hayden and I were in. After that, I didn't even get to see him before he was dragged off and cremated by your dear Aunt Yara. So, tell me, Cole—if I didn't even get a goodbye, when exactly do you think he handed me something?"Cole stroked his chin,
"Because this love didn’t give me the happiness I imagined," Lena explained with a faint smile. "It’s like going to the supermarket, picking out a snack you’re excited about, and then finding out it doesn’t suit your taste. After that, you just don’t like it anymore and won’t bother with it again." Her metaphor was strikingly apt. "And what does the happiness you imagine look like?" Aaron asked, as though playing the role of a persistent interviewer. Lena, softened by the alcohol, answered obediently, "I don’t know. But whatever it is, Nate didn’t give it to me." Aaron observed the peaceful resignation in her expression and pressed further. "Do you still believe in love? Do you still want to start a new relationship?" "Of course," Lena said, finally lifting her gaze to meet his. Her eyebrows arched into a cheerful expression. "I’m not the kind of person who gets scared off by a bad experience. If I meet someone who makes my heart race again, I’ll love them boldly and passiona
He was waiting for her? What for? "Uncle, you didn’t skip dinner, did you?" Lena’s first thought was his meal. In truth, he hadn’t eaten. After receiving her message, he had been uneasy all evening, unable to focus on food. "You didn’t eat? I’ll make something for you," Lena assumed his silence was confirmation. "There’s no need," Aaron refused. "Then why were you waiting for me? Is something wrong?" In Lena’s view, Aaron would never wait for her without a reason. He gazed at her, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "You’ve been drinking?" She nodded, flashing him a sweet, soft smile. She even gestured with her hand, "Just a little." Aaron stepped closer, his tall frame looming over her with an intensity that made her feel small. Though the light above bathed his eyes, they remained dark and inscrutable, filled with a depth that was hard to read. Lena sensed something was off. "Uncle, what’s wrong?" She looked into his deep, clear eyes, untouched by any impurity.
"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