Aaron and Hayden working together? Lena couldn't wrap her head around it.She tried to figure out how it happened, but no matter how she turned it, the puzzle pieces didn't fit."I met Hayden four years ago," Aaron said, almost like he could read her mind.His voice was deeper now, smoother, like it had aged with him. Back then, it had been rough around the edges, just like him.They say wine gets better with age. Guess men do, too."Back then, I was being blackmailed by some foreigners," Aaron started. "When I refused to pay, they came after me. Things got ugly, and they nearly killed me. Hayden's the one who saved my life."Lena froze. He'd never mentioned this—not to her, not to her mom, not even to their grandparents. All she'd ever heard about his time abroad were the headlines: success stories, promotions, starting his own company. Nothing about struggles, let alone life-threatening ones.He'd hidden the bad and only shared the good."Hayden took me to the hospital," Aaro
It had been years since she'd been this close to him—close enough for him to ruffle her hair, like when she was a kid.***Lena and I barely slept that night. The tension was unbearable.We weren't the only ones. Lindey stayed in the mourning hall all night, ignoring Jace's repeated attempts to get her to rest.Wayne? Completely MIA. At one point, Lena even joked he might've bailed for good.But I knew better. Wayne had burned every bridge; running wasn't his style. Another shady move? Totally possible.We needed proof—something solid to bring him down."Rea, you up?" Lindey's voice came from behind my door.I got up to open it. "Yeah?"She smiled faintly. "Come eat. You'll need energy for today."She was wearing an apron. Cooking? Now?Lena raised a brow. "What if she poisoned the pancakes for Wayne's sake?"I smirked. "You're a doctor. You'll survive."Still confused, we went to the table. Wayne's spot was set, like he'd pop in any second."Wait for him?" I asked.Lind
"Now that everyone's here, let's begin," Jace said, his voice flat.He sounded detached, like he wasn't even part of the funeral, just some neutral bystander.Even with Matthew's death, Jace handled the funeral plans like clockwork—calm, precise, unaffected. It was almost unsettling how serene he seemed, like nothing could touch him anymore.Wayne stayed silent, and Hayden stood off to the side, blending in like he was just another Johnston family member. But we all knew better.Hayden had every reason to despise this family. The car crash that killed his dad? Matthew had orchestrated it.Maybe he could let go of hating the living, but honoring the dead? No chance.Seeing him so compliant next to Wayne was weird. It didn't sit right."Why's Hayden so... obedient? Did Wayne drug him or something?" Lena whispered, clearly on edge.How would I know? I wasn't psychic."Maybe Wayne's blackmailing him," I said, the only thing that made any sense."That guy's a snake," Lena muttered
It didn't matter why anymore.Jace said Lindey's death was on him and Wayne, but deep down, I knew I wasn't blameless either.She'd treated me like her own daughter, but I kept my distance, too wrapped up in the pain of losing my parents.Memories of her flashed through my mind—how she'd tried so hard to bring me back, sneaking me mini tarts, even making my favorite pumpkin custard this morning.She'd planned this. I could feel it.It was like someone ripped a hole in my chest, the cold cutting through me like knives.I'd resented her, sure. But I'd never hated her.I wanted to tell her that. But now, I never could. Even if I said it, no one would hear me.Wayne tightened his grip on Jace's collar, like he was about to unload, but then let go.Jace stepped to Lindey's side, kneeling beside her. He smoothed her face, wiping the blood from her lips."Mom, it's okay," he whispered. "Go be with Dad now."The funeral, set for 10:30, was delayed another hour. The Johnston living r
Illegal dealings?I'd been at the funeral the entire time, and so had Wayne. No one left, no one acted shady. But stuff like this doesn't play out in the open—it's always behind closed doors. Only the people involved would know.I glanced at Wayne. For just a moment, panic flashed across his face before he masked it. That reaction told me everything—something was definitely up.As the officers approached, everyone froze, holding their breath.The lead officer scanned the crowd briefly, then made a beeline for Jace.Technically, Wayne's the head of RiverwaveCorp now, but to most people, Jace is still the face of the Johnston family.The officer handed Jace a search warrant. "Mr. Johnston, we need to conduct a search."A search? Here? At a cemetery? Unless they planned to search everyone, what could they possibly want?"Alright," Jace said, unflinching."We need to inspect the coffin being buried," the officer announced.The crowd froze, shocked—everyone except Jace. His face s
I stared at Hayden, my mind spinning. I'd thought he was Wayne's hostage, but now? He wasn't just an accomplice—he'd turned on Lena.Why not take me instead? Was it because he couldn't bring himself to hurt me? Or was this some twisted plan to use Lena against us?The chaos around us stopped cold. Everyone froze, their eyes locked on Hayden. His icy glare swept the crowd, finally settling on Aaron."Mr. Ace," Hayden said sharply, his voice slicing through the silence. "You know what to do."Aaron was here too, though earlier he'd been attacked, kept from helping Lena. Now he stood frozen, his gaze fixed on her."Let her go," Aaron said. "I'll take her place.""You know what happens to people who waste my time," he said flatly. The warmth I once knew in his voice was gone, replaced by something cold and unrecognizable.I couldn't stay silent any longer. "Hayden, why are you doing this?" I yelled.He glanced at me—just for a second—before turning his attention back to Aaron, his
"Let go!" I snapped.But Wayne? He didn't even flinch.This—everything—was his fault. Fury burned through me, and before I could think twice, I slapped him. Hard.The sound snapped through the air."You're scum," I hissed, my voice shaking with fury.He'd stooped so low he even used his parents' coffin to pull off some shady deal. And Hayden? No way he'd hurt Lena unless Wayne forced his hand.Wayne just stood there, his cheek burning red from the slap. But instead of getting mad, he looked like he 'wanted' me to hit him."Say whatever you want," he said, his tone eerily calm. "Call me scum, a bastard—I don't care."I wanted to scream at him, to let every awful thing fly out of my mouth, but... I didn't. Not because I forgave him, but because he wasn't even worth wasting the energy."You can call me scum, a bastard. Fine. But I wasn't always this way." His voice shifted, quieter, almost haunted. "Do you remember what I was like when you first came to live with us?"I stayed s
Wayne actually pinned all the blame on me, like every messed-up thing he was doing now was my fault. Revenge, he called it."If you hate me that much, then take me instead. Torture me. Wouldn't that be easier?" I said, trying to shift his attention from Lena. I couldn't let her suffer because of me."I can't," Wayne replied, his tone chillingly indifferent. "Hurting you? I can't do that. Leaving you to live with your guilt? That's my way of torturing you."The words hit harder than I wanted to admit. Wayne always knew where to strike, and he didn't miss.I forced a cold, sarcastic smile, replaying his accusations in my head. "Well, then you seriously miscalculated. You're right—I don't have a conscience. I'm selfish and cruel, just like you said."I dumped a ten-year relationship without blinking and moved on like it was nothing. Do you really think I'd care about a friend?"Every word tasted bitter, but I made myself sound heartless. If he thought Lena mattered to me, the only w
This question—"Willing?"—kept echoing in Lena’s mind. It haunted her so much that she spent yet another sleepless night. Her answer was clear: she couldn’t. She knew Aaron had made his move and wouldn’t give up easily. But she simply couldn’t agree. And if she didn’t say yes, there was nothing he could do about it. Besides, she truly saw him as her younger uncle—there was no way she could see him as a boyfriend. “Dr. Lane, not sleeping well lately?” the hospital director asked as soon as he saw her. One glance, and he could tell she looked exhausted. “A bit of insomnia,” Lena admitted honestly. “Is it because you don’t have a boyfriend? Want me to introduce you to a few?” The director, ever so responsible, even took it upon himself to worry about her personal life. Lena glanced at the sparse hair on his head and chuckled. “Director, I’ll find someone myself. No need for you to concern yourself.” Aaron hadn’t gotten an answer from her, nor had he pursued her aggressively
"I've thought about it, and I have a plan. I’ll make them accept it. This is something I need to consider. You don’t have to worry," Aaron said with a tone of responsibility. Lena fell silent. A few seconds later, she replied, "Even if they accept it, I can't... Uncle, I’ve always seen you as my uncle and never felt anything else." Ron’s apartment was on the fifth floor, giving Lena a clear view of his face. His expression was slightly tense as he continued looking up at her. Though she couldn’t see his eyes, she could still feel the depth of emotion in them, and the loneliness he must have felt after being rejected. Lena lowered her gaze, unable to watch any longer. "Uncle, we have such a good relationship, don’t ruin it, please." "Do you know how many years I’ve liked you?" Aaron suddenly asked. Lena’s heart skipped a beat. How many years had he liked her? Did that mean he’d had feelings for her all along? But he had never mentioned it, and she had never sensed it. He
"Cough, cough..." Lena started coughing uncontrollably as Ron casually spoke. Even a real son-in-law wouldn’t start calling his girlfriend’s mother "Mom" right away, let alone someone pretending to be one. Lena stared at him blankly, and Ron winked at her with a gesture that seemed to say "Don’t worry." He then turned to speak to Briana on the phone. "Mom, I’ve been with Lena for a few months now. She’s been too shy to introduce me to you because she was afraid you wouldn’t approve of me... Yes, yes, we’re basically an underground couple." Lena rolled her eyes in disbelief. What kind of nonsense was this? She tried to grab his phone, not wanting to hear any more of his fabrication, but Ron dodged and continued speaking to Briana. "Mom, I’m really her boyfriend, not fake... Otherwise, why would she be here with me so late at night, right?" Ron certainly had a way with words, and Lena realized that asking him to pretend to be her boyfriend might be the best decision she’d made
Lena took a deep breath. As expected, her mother was not going to let this slide, but she still didn’t give up and continued testing her. "So why is it okay for others but not for me?" Briana scoffed. "If you’re looking for a man ten years older, are you looking for a husband or another father? And if you want someone younger, they’re not even of legal age yet—are you planning to take advantage of them? And what’s with all this talk about uncles or cousins? You want your dad and me to jump into the river?" Lena deflated. If she were to really get together with Aaron, they wouldn’t need to jump into a river—their blood pressure would probably be enough to do them in. "Lena, have you done something that goes against ethics and morals?" As sharp as ever, her mother quickly turned the tables and started questioning her. "What are you talking about? What could I have done? You tell me," Lena denied with all the confidence she could muster. Briana didn’t believe her. "Really? If yo
Ron’s apartment was a three-bedroom place, with two bedrooms and a study, all clean and neatly organized. Lena was staying in the guest room. The curtains and furnishings in the room, especially the vanity, looked as if they were specifically chosen for a girl. "Dr. Lane, don’t misunderstand. This room isn’t my ex-girlfriend’s, and you're the first woman, aside from my mom, to stay here," Ron quickly explained. He told Lena that this room was reserved for his mother. Sometimes, when she had an impulsive moment or got into a fight with his dad, she’d stay over for a while. That’s why the room was decorated in a feminine way. Lena could feel it too; the room had a distinctly maternal scent. It made her think of the times she used to sleep in her mother’s room when she was a child. Her mother had told her to sleep in her own bed, but Lena refused and would sneak back into her mother’s room in the middle of the night, a habit that continued until she was ten. One day, her mother
Keira didn’t know what it was like for other women during pregnancy, but for her, it was just swollen, aching legs. "Seems like the news is pretty well-informed. Yep, you’d better get the red envelopes ready," Hayden's tone was surprisingly similar to Lena’s. "Dr. Lane wasn’t serious with you. Don’t take it to heart," Hayden reminded him. Ron laughed. "Why can’t I take it seriously? I’m sincere with her, and she’ll definitely see it. Who knows, she might even fall in love with me, and then my fake relationship might turn real." He sounded pretty confident. "I’m serious, not joking," Hayden and Keira both assumed he was just playing around, trying to tease them. On the other end of the call, Ron fell silent. "I’m serious too. Actually, I’ve liked Dr. Lane for a long time. I feel like this is a sign from fate, that the heavens are helping me because of my sincere feelings." Keira was speechless, glancing at Hayden. He raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious, or are you just j
When Lena opened the video call, Keira saw she was in a three-bedroom apartment. Keira was surprised. She hadn’t realized Lena had already moved into Ron’s place so quickly. Curiously, she asked, “Where are you?” “At my husband’s house,” she said without any shame at all. Seeing her carefree attitude, Keira could tell she had gotten what she wanted, but was still shocked. “Ron agreed, and you’re already living with him?” “Yeah, get the red envelopes ready. Make sure you load them up with a lot of cash,” Lena said, acting as if it were all part of the plan. Keira didn’t laugh with her. “Lena, it’s easy to get on the ship, but hard to get off. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” “Don’t worry, Mr. Shane and I have a contract. It’s a clear-cut transaction,” Lena said, speaking as if she were very clever. Keira wasn’t sure what Ron was thinking or how Lena had managed to convince him, but it seemed like they were both on the same page, and the deal was done. Since it was already d
"Sure!" Ron agreed without hesitation. Lena silently gave herself a thumbs-up. She had always said Ron was a good guy, and now she could tell he was genuinely pleasant. She sent him the address of a café, which was not far from where Ron worked. Before she had even prepared what she was going to say, Ron had already arrived. He immediately apologized, "Sorry for keeping you waiting." This man's charm and good nature instantly shot up. Lena felt more and more certain that asking him to help was the right decision. Lena wasn't unfamiliar with him, but she still couldn't help but focus on Ron's face. He wore frameless glasses, a casual suit jacket, and neat trousers. He wasn't the type to blind people with his good looks, but he was still very attractive. What stood out most was that he had a warm smile that made anyone around him feel happy. They said a smiling woman was lucky, and a smiling man brought good fortune as well. "Did you ask me here just to admire a handsome ma
Lena's scalp tingled, and she didn't dare look her mother in the eye. "Don't act like a quail. Lift your head and look at me when you speak," Briana, her mother, was very perceptive. She could read Lena's small gestures clearly. Lena still didn't lift her head. She just replied, "I don't know. Don't ask me." Briana walked over and grabbed her hand as she tried to pack up her things. "Stop fooling me." "Mom, this is a personal matter. It's between me and my uncle. If you ask me about his business, how would I know? What do you think I am to him? Does he tell me everything?" Lena said in frustration. Briana was taken aback by her harsh response. After a few moments of silence, she said, "I suppose that's true." Lena secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that with Briana's persistent nature, she'd probably go find Aaron. If he revealed anything, she'd be in trouble again. She quickly tried to calm her mother down. "Mom, no matter how much you care about your brother,