Retta's words were definitely meant to pressure Nate.For once, he didn't argue. Yeah, he was crazy talented, but the world didn't always care. Even the best could get left in the dust if they didn't play the game right.Lena wasn't about to make it worse for him. Even if Retta was laying it on a little thick, better safe than sorry. The last thing she wanted was for his career to tank because of them. That kind of strain could mess up everything."Retta's right, Nate. You should go," Lena said, her voice calm.This wasn't about Retta—it was about him.Nate hesitated, like he wanted to argue, but instead, he brushed his fingers along her cheek. "I'll make it quick and come right back to you.""Okay," she murmured.He leaned in, kissing her slow and steady. "Wait for me."Smiling, Lena nudged her forehead against his before giving him a playful shove. "Now go. Don't drag it out."As Nate walked away, Retta nodded briefly at Lena before falling into step beside him.Lena watche
"The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable."Nate stared at his phone, frustration creeping in as the automated message played for the fifth time.Something wasn't right. Even if Lena was in surgery, her phone would usually just ring. Completely unreachable? That wasn't like her.Could her phone have died? Maybe, but in their line of work, that was rare. They always stayed connected—for emergencies, if nothing else."Nate." Retta's voice cut through his thoughts.He slid his phone into his pocket and looked up, his expression cold and unreadable. He didn't bother saying anything.Retta noticed his mood but pressed on anyway. "Mr. Jahn's family still has a few questions for you.""Didn't I already explain everything?" Nate's voice was sharp, a warning in every syllable.Retta's lips curved into a faint, almost resigned smile, her tone softening with a coaxing edge. "I get it, but you know how families are. They just want to be sure—see if there's any way to fin
Glancing at his watch, Nate realized it was nearing midnight. His fingers hovered for a moment before he dialed Keira's number."Keira, is Lena with you?""No... why?" Keira's voice was thick with sleep, but her tone sharpened. "What's going on? You can't find Lena?""I just finished up, but I can't reach her. Maybe she's home," Nate replied, keeping his voice steady before quickly ending the call.Next, he dialed Lena's dad.He and Mr. Lane had exchanged numbers during a previous visit, so he knew it was worth a shot."Nate, what's up?" Mr. Lane's voice answered, groggy."Has Lena come home?" Nate kept his tone light."No, she hasn't been home in a while. Why? Did something happen? You two fight?" Mr. Lane sounded casual."No, no fight. I just got back today," Nate said quickly, but Mr. Lane wasn't fooled. He could tell Nate wouldn't have called unless he was desperate.After a few pointed questions, Nate cracked."This is serious!" Mr. Lane's voice went razor-sharp. "If so
Cole smirked. "What's with this Len-a? All I know is you've got me down here feeling ' lame-a'!"God, he was disgusting. But the way he said it? Yeah, he had no clue where Lena was.So if it wasn't him, then who?Wayne?Same trash, different can. If it wasn't Cole pulling the strings, it had to be Wayne.I leaned into the threat, my voice cold. "Cole, last warning—stay away from my people, or you will regret it."He let out a scoff, his curses coming rapid-fire. "You forget who you're talking to, Keira? You think I'm scared of you?""Don't care if it's you or one of your goons," I snapped back. "The message better be clear. Lena gets home safe, or you'll wish you were scared."Without waiting for a reply, I hung up, cutting him off mid-scoff.Sure, my words would probably stick with Cole, but the unease still clawed at me.And let's be real—I had no one to lean on. Hayden? Gone. Steve? Checked out of this mess ages ago.I sank into my chair, the weight of helplessness pressi
Jace didn't push it. He just nodded and said, "I'll walk you back."I opened my mouth to refuse again, but he added, "It's not safe for you to walk alone this late."Not safe? In a monastery? Yeah, right.I was about to roll my eyes when he added, "What if there are bugs or snakes?"That shut me up immediately. I hated those creepy things.I had to give it to him—after ten years together, he still knew how to shut me up when it counted.As we walked, his comment sparked something. I told him about the snake Lena got in the parcel and spilled who sent it.Jace's expression iced over, his eyes narrowing. "People like that are completely unhinged.""Exactly. That's why I'm so worried about Lena.""He wouldn't come at you directly. But your people? Yeah, they'd be targets," Jace murmured.We both knew exactly who 'he' meant.Thinking about Wayne's smooth, polished act, I couldn't help but say, "That whole 'don't judge a book by its cover' thing? Yeah, dead on. I never thought he
The rooftop wind whipped around Lena like it was trying to slice her open, stinging every inch of her exposed skin. The blindfold over her eyes was tight, her hands and feet bound."Where am I?" she croaked, her voice shaky, barely louder than the howling gusts.Her head felt foggy—drugged, obviously. But who'd done it? And why?The height alone, with the wind howling this loud, told her she was up high. Like, skyscraper high.Silence. Not even a whisper back.She wasn't sure what was worse—the idea of being totally alone or that someone might actually be lurking out there.Then—clang! A beer can hit something nearby, the sound sharp enough to make her flinch hard."Who's there?" she demanded, twisting toward the sound. "What do you want?"No reply. Just footsteps. Slow. Uneven. Each one louder, closer.Her pulse hammered as fear took over, her body jerking away from the sound, though she had nowhere to go."If you move any farther, you'll fall right off," a man drawled, his
The rooftop wind whipped through Lena's hair, sharp enough to feel like nature itself was rooting for her demise.She bit her lip, wondering, 'Did anyone even notice I'm missing? Or nah?'But she shoved the thought aside—if she wanted out of this alive, it was on her.With a shaky breath, she squared up. "So, if you're set on making me your revenge trophy for your wife and kid, fine, I can't stop you. But could I at least get a word in? Like, when my parents start hunting you down, could you maybe deliver a message for me?"It was obvious the guy had loved his family hard; you don't pull this level of crazy for casual feelings."Save it," Mr. Baxter snapped. Yikes.Lena didn't waste time arguing. Instead, she dove right in. "My mom's not in great health. She had complications after I was born, and if something happens to me... just don't tell her, okay? She wouldn't handle it well."And my dad? He looks tough, but he's a total softie. Cries at the drop of a hat. If he finds out
Lena thought it was the cops.It wasn't. It was Aaron.Did it matter? Not even a little. Someone was here to save her, and that was enough to chip away at the suffocating fear that had been clawing at her all night.Because, newsflash: she wasn't some fearless superhero. Sure, she'd kept talking to the guy holding her hostage like it was no big deal, but her heart had been lodged in her throat the whole time. One wrong word, one flicker of anger, and she'd be skydiving off the roof without a parachute."Shut up and back off!" Mr. Baxter shouted, tightening his grip on her neck. "One more step, and I'm taking her down with me!"Aaron's gaze locked on Lena, sweeping over her restrained form. His voice was calm, too calm, but his eyes burned cold and lethal. "If you jump, you gain nothing. Let her go, and I'll make sure you get what the hospital owes you. Plus, I'll personally give you a million dollars."Aaron wasn't bluffing. He just lobbed the bag he was holding straight at Mr. B
Peter's expression darkened at Hayden's playful jab, but Hayden merely smiled lightly, as if relishing the discomfort. "From what you’ve said, Mr. Mitchell, you must be quite the romantic," he teased. The tea began to boil, releasing a rich fragrance into the air. Hayden had done his homework on Peter. Despite his dignified reputation, Mr. Mitchell had married three times, fathered no children with his wives, and even had an illegitimate child with a mistress. This mistress had borne him a son and then tried to leverage the child to gain the title of "Madam Mitchell." Peter, stubborn and prideful, refused her demands and even sent people to take the child by force. But the mistress, knowing Peter’s methods, preemptively entrusted the child to someone else. When Mitchell’s men came to seize the boy, an explosive argument broke out. In a fit of rage, Mitchell struck her, and in defiance, the mistress stabbed herself in the chest, intending only to scare him. Unfortunately, the blad
When Hayden arrived at the teahouse, Ron glanced at his watch and tapped it meaningfully before saying in a low voice, "The man’s been waiting for half an hour." "Getting impatient?" Hayden asked casually, his tone devoid of concern. His attire was simple and understated, nothing to draw attention. If not for his sharply defined features and the naturally aloof aura he carried, his outfit would have rendered him almost invisible in a crowd. "No, not at all. I’m quite patient," Ron replied with an exaggerated expression of innocence, as though pleading not to be falsely accused. Hayden gave him a glance that seemed to say, Then why bother pointing it out? "But arriving this late does come across as impolite, doesn’t it?" Ron added, his tone that of a model citizen, someone who might have been a class leader or an exemplary student back in the day. "I did it on purpose," Hayden replied, cutting him off with five simple words that silenced Ron. Hayden pushed open the door an
"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