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
The next day, Heather was still fast asleep when a knock on the door pulled her from her dreams. Groggy and half-awake, she shuffled to the door, assuming it was Brett and instinctively mumbled, "Honey…" The moment she sensed the coldness radiating from the person on the other side, clarity snapped back to her. There stood Jason, carrying a canvas and a bag of painting supplies, staring at her with a frosty and disdainful expression—as if it hadn't been him who had passionately embraced her the previous night. Without bothering to respond, he turned, clearly intending to leave, but Heather quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, demanding a kiss.Jason pushed her away, shutting the door behind him, before heading straight to the living room to set up his painting tools. How could someone be so oblivious to the mood? Heather, shrugging off his indifference, decided to take a shower. When she emerged, she pulled the curtains shut, discarded her clothes, and stretched out o
Heather woke up in Jason's bed. Her gaze fell on his sitting figure by the window. His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his broad chest, as he worked intently at his easel. She slipped out of bed, barefoot, and padded over to him. The painting had taken shape, revealing a clear outline. In the soft silk sheets, she lay draped in a languid pose, her bare body gracefully illuminated in the artwork. Her expression was serene, not seductive, but almost pure, as if her form was something to be revered. Heather wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. "So, this is how beautiful I am in your eyes, Jason? Is it because you've secretly been in love with me all along?" Jason coldly swatted her hands away. "Touch me again, you can get lost." He was in the zone, completely absorbed in his painting, unwilling to let her break his concentration. As if their fiery, passionate encounter mere moments ago had been nothing more than a creative spark for him—nothing but a tool to inspire hi
In the end, Heather managed to tag along with Jason to his class reunion. But to her disappointment, Minister Knox's daughter never showed up. Heather and Jason had been in the same year but different classes, so she knew most of the attendees. As soon as they walked in, someone teased, "Well, if it isn't Jason's sister-in-law! What a surprise to see you two together!" Since Brett was always the star of the show, Heather had naturally shared some of his spotlight when they dated. Jason, on the other hand, while handsome and attracting his fair share of admirers, was less charismatic and more reserved, always overshadowed by his older brother. Heather laughed easily, "I just happened to come by the school to visit a teacher. Figured I might as well tag along—hope you don't mind me crashing your reunion meal?"The crowd welcomed her warmly. After all, the future daughter-in-law of the Vanders was someone everyone wanted to cozy up to. As they strolled around the campus, memori
As Jason hung up the phone, his face sour, Heather couldn't help but feel a gleeful sense of triumph from her little prank. She had successfully forced him into buying a pregnancy test. Not long after, she emerged from the bathroom to find Jason leaning against the wall, waiting for her. Pouting, Heather said, "It didn't show anything. I think I might be getting my period soon though, there was a little blood." Jason showed no reaction—no relief, no disappointment. Heather figured that, aside from anything involving his first love, nothing else really seemed to matter to him. In his eyes, she was probably no more important than Chrishell, just another insignificant passerby.His indifferent attitude inexplicably irritated her. She commanded, "I didn't bring any sanitary pads with me. Go to the store and get me some." Jason's gaze darkened as he stared at her, it was not exactly friendly. Heather bit his ear teasingly. "It's all your fault for being so rough lately. My stomac
Watching Heather jump up in a panic, Jason merely sat up slowly. He felt no tension, not even the slightest inclination to hide. Heather was terrified. If she got caught, Brett would not let her off easily. She grabbed Jason, pushing him toward the sliding door to the balcony. With a swift motion, she closed the door behind him and dashed outside. Brett stood at the entrance, changing his shoes while pushing a large suitcase. He glanced at her, top to bottom, and asked, "Why are you out of breath? What's going on?" Heather leaped into his arms and kissed him. "I was dreaming. When I heard the door open, I jumped up to greet you. Can you blame me for being out of breath?" Brett held her, studying her face. She looked freshly awakened, her eyes glazed and shimmering, appealingly delicate.He gulped, leaning down to kiss her while his hand slipped beneath her shirt. Heather wondered if the soil in the south had healed the shadow in his heart, but right now, she didn't want