Harper’s POV“What do you want to say?” I asked, though deep down, I had a hunch. After all, we had no personal connection, and our conversation could only be about Marco.She seemed to read my mind. “I’m not just here to talk about Marco. To be precise, I’m here to tell you something important, something you might already have started to figure out.”Images of the file I had received yesterday flashed through my mind, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “You mean that file? Was this your idea of a joke?”I didn’t truly believe any of it. To me, it seemed like Marco and his friends were just playing games, trying to mess with me.“This isn’t a joke, Harper. That file wasn’t some prank. It was sent to you by a local Yakuza organization in Japan. You’re the stepdaughter of the former boss of the Moretti family. You’re not his biological daughter, and yes, Marco is your brother, but not by blood. You met him years ago, and things didn’t go smoothly between you two. After that, Marco was sent
Harper's POVAfter a day of rest, the pain in my head had subsided quite a bit. When Joseph saw me, he couldn’t resist scolding me, “Why didn’t you call a doctor? You seriously hit your head against the wall?”He sat on the couch, pouting in frustration. I couldn’t help but crawl over and hug him, and after some playful comforting, we both calmed down.“Is your work all done?” he asked.“Yeah, I’m thinking of making some plans over the next couple of days so we can finally relax and have some fun,” I said, my mouth full of bread as I spoke, chewing between words.“Drink some water,” he said, handing me a glass, then sitting beside me. “Have you thought about your future career plans?”I shot him a look. “Why? Are you getting tired of me?”“Of course not,” he chuckled. “But if you’re not planning to pursue further studies, my mother mentioned she wants to arrange a meeting with your parents.”I nearly choked at his words. Joseph had to quickly give me water so I didn’t become the first
Harper’s POVEven though I had mentally prepared myself, seeing Marco at this event only solidified the truth of the information Elena and the documents had revealed. I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me—confusion, disbelief, and a bit of defiance.Did he really see me as his possession? Who gave him the right to say I couldn’t get engaged?Joseph gently patted my hand, trying to soothe me. “Apologies, but we’ll be taking our leave now,” he said, guiding me past Marco. Just as we were about to walk by, Marco grabbed my wrist, his hand burning hot against my skin, making me instinctively pull away.“Are you sure you want to leave with him?” Marco’s voice was low and intense.I tried to pull my arm free, but his grip was unyielding. “Let go of me.”Joseph stepped in, helping me to break free from Marco’s grasp. The tension between the two of them was palpable. For a long moment, they stared at each other, neither willing to back down.Then Marco smiled—a cold, unsettling smile. “
Marco's POV“What exactly are you thinking right now?”“You know Harper is my wife. You saw how von’s family doesn’t respect her at all. Don’t you understand what would happen to her if she actually married into that family?”I couldn’t believe my father wasn’t aware of what was going on. He’s always cared too much about Harper, never wanting to go against her wishes, but sometimes, doing what she wants isn’t what’s best for her. His overindulgence might just end up hurting her.“I know that, Marco. But if you keep going against her will, you won’t win her love,” my father said, looking at me with an expression that made me feel like I was missing something important.Why? Why couldn’t I just take what I wanted?As I walked downstairs, I saw Harper coming up, looking down at her phone. Joseph wasn’t with her. She noticed my footsteps and glanced up at me. I couldn’t help but study her closely, realizing how much I had taken her for granted. She had always been the sweet, lively girl I
Harper’s POV“What are you freaking out about?” Marco turned around, clearly annoyed.“I said stop the car, I need to go back and find him.”Without realizing it, tears were streaming down my face. My cheeks ached from crying.Marco’s expression darkened. We stayed like that for a while, locked in silence. Finally, he cursed under his breath and ordered the driver to stop.The door swung open, and he yanked me out of the car. “Look around, it’s the middle of the night. Do you think I brought a whole team to pick you up for fun? Can you stop being so damn stubborn?”It hit me then that it was late at night. Joseph had probably sent Marco to take me away because he didn’t want to face me. That’s what Joseph meant when he talked about the future. He chose to run instead of talking things through.I swallowed back more tears as my chest tightened. I didn’t want to believe it. Just this morning, everything seemed perfect. Joseph promised we’d be together forever. How could he change his mi
Harper's POVJasmine hugged me tightly, her voice soft and comforting. “Hey, it’s okay, stop crying.”Her warm embrace, with that faint, familiar scent, only made me feel more overwhelmed. I couldn’t hold back the flood of emotions any longer. No one truly knew how much I’d been holding in, how long I’d kept these feelings bottled up.It felt like the entire world was real, but I was the only one living in some strange, fake version of it. My memories, my past, everything I thought I had was suddenly called into question, like it had all been wiped away in a second.“I want you to come back to the U.S. with me,” I blurted out, regretting it immediately. I knew Jasmine couldn’t just up and leave for America. It was a selfish, impulsive request.“Never mind. I’m going to start sending out résumés. See if I can find a job.” I grabbed my laptop and started scrolling through listings.Jasmine looked at me in surprise. “You don’t want your parents to help? I mean, your dad has enough connec
Marco's POV"Why are you back?" My father greeted me with a smile, but I could tell Harper’s mother didn’t care much for me. The moment she saw me, she turned and left."She’s just worried about Harper. Don’t take it personally," my father said, patting me on the shoulder.I pulled my gaze back and replied, "It’s fine. I made mistakes too. But I came to ask you about the business deal with Mexico."My father put down his cup, looking at me sharply. "What’s the issue? Is the deal falling apart?"“No, it’s not that. But I want to know—why did you give such an important deal to Elena?”My father coughed a bit before turning to retrieve a file from his drawer. "You think it's something dramatic, like her being my illegitimate daughter?"He chuckled dryly and handed me the file. "She’s the child of an old friend. She’s got her own revenge to seek, and all I could do was equip her with the skills. The rest is up to her."“Is her enemy connected to this deal?”Even without an answer, I knew
Harper's POVThe boy standing in front of me was much taller than me, his presence filled with teenage energy. It was obvious what he was thinking, but I saw no need to call him out on it."Nice to meet you. I’m a friend of your sister's, just staying here for a while."I didn’t mention my purpose for being here. They’d figure it out soon enough. His friends, also teenagers, looked like they hadn’t eaten either. I politely declined Megan’s mother’s offer for more food, remembering my reason for coming here. I was determined to do whatever I could to help these kids have enough to eat.Marco’s POV"Are you really okay with leaving Mexico deal to Elena?" The man organizing my files on the plane asked me.I flipped through the folder. My father had shielded Elena from a lot, and I never imagined her background could be this complex. She was a mix of Russian and Mexican, though her Russian father’s genes clearly dominated her appearance.Few people knew the brutal truth about her father's