Heather's soft, warm hand sent a shiver down Jason's spine, causing his breathing to grow heavy. Outside, Brett caught the subtle flush in his brother's face, noticing the telltale signs of desire. He couldn't help but tease, "Don't forget you're still on the university grounds, keep it in check." Then, with a mocking grin, he added, "Didn't expect this from you, Jason. Always playing the gentleman, and here you are sneaking around behind your girlfriend's back in broad daylight." But Jason remained calm as he held Heather in his arms. His expression steady, he countered, "Brett, what makes you so sure she isn't my girlfriend?" Brett paused, caught off guard by the question. Before he could respond, Jason rolled the window up completely, shutting him out. At that moment, the woman in Jason's lap tried to lift her head. Without missing a beat, Jason sharply smacked her on the hip, keeping her in place.A muffled sound escaped her lips, and Brett suddenly felt a flicker of fam
As Heather pulled Brett into the private room, Chrishell and Jason were being cheered on to drink from the same cup. Chrishell, with her delicate and seductive appearance, had an air of innocence on the surface, but Heather knew she was far more uninhibited at heart. The sounds she had made in that video could easily drive a man to the brink. Seeing Brett arrive, Chrishell greeted him sweetly, "Brett, Heather, you're here." Her soft and gentle voice greeting him seemed to send Brett into a daze.Most of the people in the room were Jason's friends, who naturally knew that Brett was his older brother. In recent years, the Vanders had risen rapidly, with Brett at the helm as the new generation's leader, his influence undeniable. The crowd around him was eager to ingratiate themselves, and even Chrishell couldn't hide the admiration in her eyes. Heather, pretending nothing was amiss, casually sat down across from Jason. She noticed a painting on the table — a portrait of Chris
Jason struggled to free himself from Heather's tight grip, but she clung to him with all her strength, her arms and legs wrapped around him like a vine. "Jason, I know you and your brother have different mothers," she whispered seductively. "He acts like a good brother on the surface, but behind your back, he's always plotting against you, keeping you at arm's length." Her voice softened, full of temptation. "If I get pregnant with your child and marry him, everything in the Vanders will belong to us. No matter how hard he schemes, in the end, he'll be working for you. Doesn't that sound satisfying?" Jason's gaze lowered to her, his expression cold and unreadable. Heather leaned closer, her breath tickling his ear. "Are you really not interested in your brother's money? Or his woman?" Her lips brushed against his nose, trailing down to his Adam's apple.She sank to her knees on the carpet, lifting her tearful eyes to look up at him, her red lips parted slightly — as if she wer
Not long after, it was time for Brett and Jason's father's birthday celebration, and the family banquet was lively, filled with the buzz of laughter and conversation. Brett, in his role as heir, orchestrated the entire event. He was basking in the attention, exuding pride with every movement. Heather was at his side, smiling politely, playing the perfect companion. Every familiar face they encountered would inevitably ask the same question, "You've been together for years now, haven't you? When's the wedding?" Brett brushed it off each time with the same vague response. "Soon." But he avoided the topic, and Heather couldn't help but notice how uninterested he seemed in the idea of marriage. His evasiveness triggered a sudden thought—Marriage needs a certain spark of impulsiveness. The longer a couple stays together, the harder it is to take the leap. That evening, Brett drank a lot, flushed with excitement after his father officially announced his plans to retire. It mea
Heather had made up her mind to cross Jason off her list of candidates for "borrowing sperm." Since that day, she hadn't bothered with him again. Today, she was out for business, meeting someone to discuss a deal for her family. But once she arrived, she found herself roped into a card game. She wasn't a great player and had been losing round after round. The others teased her, one of them laughing, "Lost it all, huh? Better call Brett to come bail you out. We'll be keeping his wife as collateral." Heather blushed, playing along coyly. "Who's his wife? We're not married yet."The group erupted in laughter. "Isn't it as good as done? You becoming Mrs. Vander is already set in stone. If you ask us, you should hurry up and start helping him at Vander Inc.. The Jenner family will go to your brother sooner or later, and here you are, working yourself to the bone…" Her smile faltered, the laughter around the table tapering off with it. Her "brother," still in school, was cherished
Jason frowned as he looked at her, his face hard, his voice sharp. "Don't be such a cheap woman, Heather." Heather shook the water from her hands, her lips curling into a mocking sneer. "What does it matter to you? Even if I'm a cheap woman, it's none of your business. Even if you begged for it, I wouldn't be interested anymore." She turned to leave, but his voice followed her, cold and steady. "Don't even think about it. I won't let you shame the Vanders." "Are you crazy?" she spat, turning on him, anger flashing in her eyes. "Your girlfriend cheats on you, and you don't care. But when it's about me and your brother, you lose your mind? Who the hell do you think you are?" Jason didn't flinch, his eyes hard as steel. "Stay away from Tyler. Everything he has comes from the Vanders. He won't dare defy us."She laughed bitterly, throwing him a contemptuous look. "What about you? You've been in my bed more times than I can count." Her eyes narrowed in defiance. "And I will chase
As soon as Heather got into the car, Tyler's hands started roaming freely. His hand slid onto her bare thigh, exposed by her short skirt. "Heather, why didn't you wear something warmer? Your legs are so cold, it's worrying me." Heather pushed his hand away. "Stop it. Aren't you afraid Brett will find out?" Tyler laughed. "Of course I'm scared. But what I'm more scared of is you being lonely, without anyone to care for you." They bantered back and forth, but inwardly, Heather felt sick. What a disgusting man. The thought that she was considering him as the father of her child filled her with regret.In truth, in terms of knowledge, looks, and character, it was Jason she truly favored. His genes were nearly perfect, and she had approached him with that in mind—for the sake of her future child. But Jason wasn't willing. Damn him, she cursed him again in her mind. He was such a fool. Oh well, Tyler and her were both adults, with clear intentions. He had asked her out, she had
It felt as though she had been deep-fried in a pot of oil, her body aching in ways she couldn't even comprehend. Time had blurred into a hazy fog as Heather curled up in the back seat, her mind drifting in and out of consciousness. What a cruel game this was. All because she had once taunted him, had thrown around some derogatory words to provoke him. Jason seemed to have taken it upon himself to exact revenge, to wear her down completely. Every inch of her body was tender, bruised from his relentless torment. In the front seat, Jason sat silently, staring through the narrow gap of the car window as he smoked.Heather glared at him, her anger simmering just beneath the surface when her phone rang. She reached for it and saw that it was Brett calling. Feigning distress, she answered, her voice thick with fake tears. "Brett, I've been bullied!" Jason turned slightly, his gaze pinning her with an unsettling calm, betraying no guilt, no hint of remorse. "What happened?" Br
Heather stood on the balcony, watching as Jason sped away in his car. He was driving way too fast, as if putting distance between himself and the disdain he surely felt for her—a woman too pragmatic and too calculating for his liking. Had he been about to take something out of his pocket just before leaving? Heather wondered for a moment—could it have been a ring? But it was too late for that. She had asked him twice already, even playfully, if he'd marry her. Each time, he had failed to give her an answer. And honestly, even if he had said yes, she wasn't sure she would have agreed. There were too many things to consider, too many calculations to make. The shortcut was right in front of her—why waste the energy and courage to take the long, winding road? Missing this chance was almost inevitable. Love wasn't a necessity, and between her and Jason, there was too much suspicion, too much hurt. Neither of them had the nerve to give themselves over fully anymore. They coul
Heather opened the door for Jason and immediately frowned and recoiled at the strong smell of smoke that enveloped him. He stepped inside but remained near the entrance, not coming any closer. As she busied herself by arranging food on the table, Heather noticed that her nausea had eased and that her appetite was returning. She sat at the table, savoring her meal, and asked, "Why are you here again, looking for foolish little me? Why does a smart person like you keep getting tangled up with me?" Jason placed a leather tube on the table. "Your painting," he said flatly. Heather set down her chicken drumstick and approached him, wiping her hands before carefully pulling out the painting. She studied it closely, unable to hide her admiration. "It's beautiful—I think this may be the most wonderful moment of my life, right here."Holding the painting, she glanced around the room. "Too bad the subject matter is so limited. How can I display it? If guests come over, they'll see thi
Jason lowered his eyes, gazing at the woman in his arms. Just moments ago, they had been so entwined, caught in the intensity of the moment. It was as though they needed nothing and no one but each other. But in a heartbeat, she had turned cold, and now she was discussing terms as if nothing had happened. Heather remained leaning against his chest, her fingers playing idly with the buttons on his shirt. "Jason, you know my father never liked me. He never planned to leave me a cent of his fortune. I've always felt insecure about that." She continued, "But now, I have a chance to inherit everything from the Jenner family—and maybe even from the Vanders too." She looked up, her soft lips kissing his chin as she added, "You'll help me, won't you? I need to stand tall, so when the day my father is released from prison comes, he can't make my life miserable. So that my mother and I can live with dignity." Her arms wrapped around his waist, clinging to him as if she were weak and
Heather ordered a cup of hot milk. In the past, with the weather so warm, she would have surely asked for iced fruit juice instead. Jason's gaze fixated on her, his eyes following the subtle shift in her posture. She sat with a languid elegance, propping a cushion behind her lower back for support. When she noticed his eyes lingering on her belly, she subtly adjusted her posture, making the curve of her abdomen more pronounced. Chuckling softly, Heather broke the silence. "Jason, you're going to be an uncle." A storm gathered in Jason's eyes, dark and swift. His hand shot out, gripping her arm so tightly it seemed he might snap it in two. But Heather remained calm, almost indifferent. "You probably know by now," she said lightly, "before your father passed, he gave his shares to me and the child. From now on, we'll rely on Vander Inc. for our livelihood." With deliberate ease, Heather patted the back of his hand. "As an uncle, you should show mercy. Let me and my child live
Naturally, Brett's father was overjoyed at the news of Heather's pregnancy. Without delay, he instructed the household to begin preparations for the wedding between Brett and Heather. He also summoned Heather and the family lawyer to his side. "Heather," he said, "I've watched you grow up. I know you're steady and reliable. Brett, on the other hand, is too impulsive and arrogant. To be honest, I've never felt at ease putting the company in his hands." The lawyer handed her a contract, and Heather glanced at it, her heart skipping a beat. What she saw shocked her. Brett's father explained, "I'm transferring my shares to you, Heather. The future of the Vanders, the future of the company, depends on you now." Heather, though taken aback, kept her composure. "Please, I'm afraid I'm not up to this." "You are," he insisted. "I've never been wrong about people. You'll do this for your child, for the future of the Vanders. You'll succeed."Eventually, Heather signed the contract.
Heather made her way to the hospital. Her father's illegitimate son had survived, but the long period of oxygen deprivation had left him severely brain-damaged. He sat there with vacant eyes, drooling uncontrollably, unable to speak. The doctors told her this was likely how he would be for the rest of his life. Heather couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear run down her spine. She was afraid that one day, she might end up like that—helpless, broken, beyond recovery. The power of the Knox family was not something someone like her could ever hope to challenge. Even Brett, who fancied himself as a scion of the wealthy elite, was no match for the kind of forces they were dealing with. He had been toyed with, unable to fight back, left powerless. Heather went to see her father after that to relay the grim news of the death of his mistress and the permanent injury to his son. Her father was furious and began cursing at her with venom. "You devil! Was this your doing? If you da
Heather was about to give him a chance to explain, but the moment was shattered. Just as Jason was about to speak, his phone rang. On the screen, the name "Khloe" appeared. His demeanor shifted immediately when he saw who was calling. Gone was any trace of impatience; instead, he calmly told the person on the other end that he would be there shortly. After hanging up, he turned to Heather, his voice cool and detached. "I've arranged for a safer nursing home for your mother. You should take her there." Heather sneered. "Why are you still pretending to care? What other purpose do you have that hasn't been fulfilled yet? Now that Chrishell is useless to you, do you have another task for me?"Chrishell, who had been loyal to Jason, was now facing a prison sentence for deliberately injuring someone with her car. Jason hadn't lifted a finger to help her, instead he had cut ties completely. Heather couldn't help but wonder—if she had fallen for him more deeply, if she had been brai
Heather met Brett's suspicious gaze with a calm, almost innocent expression. "Who could I possibly know? You're giving me too much credit, Brett. How could I have known anything about insider information?" She then asked, "Wasn't it you who insisted on buying the land? If I hadn't sold it to you, would you have accepted that? You bought so many properties—does that mean every previous owner knew about the policy change in advance?" Brett frowned, his suspicion not entirely dispelled. He continued to eye her warily. "Then why did you suddenly ask my father about Jason's mother?" Heather answered smoothly, her tone casual. "My mom's awake now, and she mentioned some things from when I was in school. Plus, after you got hurt, I started to suspect Jason was pulling strings behind the scenes, so I went to your father to ask."His next question came sharply. "Why did you hide Chrishell? What were you planning?" Heather barely blinked. "She was trying to flee with the money. How coul
Heather watched as Jason's face darkened rapidly, and a wave of satisfaction washed over her. To twist the knife deeper, she added, "I've always wanted to have Brett's child. Why go through the trouble with anyone else when I can have one from him?" She didn't look directly at him, but she could feel the coldness radiating from his body. Why was he so upset? They were just using each other. Isn't that what he had said? It was all about revenge, and she was just a tool for his revenge. His grip on her arm was still unrelenting, no matter how hard she tried to pull away. The pressure was biting into her skin, and the anger rose in her chest. She reached into her bag, pulled out a medical report, and threw it at him."Take a good look," she said impatiently. "I'm not pregnant. It's just stomach flu, nothing you need to worry about." Jason stared at the report, his eyes glued to it for a long, silent moment. Heather seized the opportunity to yank her arm free and shoved him