"Well, that boy has been in love with you for many years, and a man's ego is fragile enough as it is. I'm not surprised he reacted badly to your rejection," my mother said.I bolted upright from the bed, startled."What are you saying?" I sounded offended. "Our romantic feelings are recent. That's why I told him we were moving too fast, that we needed time to date and get to know each other properly."Clara rolled her eyes so blatantly it stung."Yours may be recent, but his are not. I've seen the way he has looked at you since he was a child. And with that proposal he made you—what more proof do you need?"Tears blurred my vision again. How had I been so oblivious to his feelings all these years? It all started to make sense now: his attitude toward my boyfriends, the way he was always there for me no matter what, giving me the keys to his apartment, standing up to his family for me even when he barely complained about them otherwise."I never wanted to hurt Ren. I care about hi
I was easily the most boringly dressed guest here, yet the moment I arrived, I felt all eyes on me. Around me were either complete strangers or familiar faces tied to the Lewis family, and the latter group I knew watched me closely. I ignored them as best I could. Let's just say I wasn't a welcome presence for most. Being the only Brown in a sea of Lewis supporters put me in a precarious position.The only support I had was Jason, who hadn't ventured into the party but instead stood at a distance with the other security guards."Well, at least they can't stab me in the back," I muttered to myself."Sara?" Amber approached, holding a champagne flute. "Is that you? And where are the diamonds? The low-cut dress? Did you come from a Bible study or something?"The indignant once-over she gave me might have been funny in another context. Amber, of course, was decked out in diamonds with a plunging neckline. We were soon joined by Ryan and Kit, both adhering to the all-white dress code.
"Do you have a fever? What's with your eyes? They're red at the corners," Amber asked, reaching for my forehead. I pulled her hand away."Why are you all reacting like this? I know how to admit when I'm wrong, okay?" I insisted, but the way they avoided my eyes said otherwise. "I'm learning! And I'd appreciate it if you could let me know when you see Lawrence alone so I can talk to him. Deal?""Good luck with that," Kit remarked. "The bride hasn't let him out of her sight all night."He nodded toward where the couple stood, and the sight made the figurative knife twist deeper into my chest. I hadn't realized that emotional pain could hurt worse than physical pain. Lawrence and Emma were speaking with the coordinator and a few staff members. Whatever they were discussing made them look at each other and laugh. They looked like the perfect couple."The first one from our group to get married. Little Lawrence, all grown up," Ryan sighed wistfully."Did you notice Emma's belly and nos
I was crouched on the floor, still covering my head, paralyzed with fear. It took a moment, but I finally gathered the courage to look up and figure out what the hell had just happened. With my head lowered, I saw that I was surrounded by a sea of shattered glass. A large vase had also fallen, smashed into pieces on the ground.I wobbled, losing my balance in my heels, and instinctively put my hand down to steady myself. The problem was, I pressed right into the broken glass."Damn it...""What was that noise?!" I heard a staff member shout. "Somebody, come quickly!"She was calling for help, but before anyone else arrived, my own personal help showed up. Jason appeared, his expression alarmed as he found me curled up on the floor. He walked carefully across the glass shards and helped me to my feet."Are you alright?" he asked.He was holding my hands, and I winced in pain as he touched the injured one. He noticed immediately."My hand... it hurts, but I think I'm okay otherwis
"A gunshot? But I didn't hear any gunfire...""They could've used a silencer. Did you notice the shattered vase behind you? If I searched for a bullet casing, I might find one. Though, it's likely already been picked up and disposed of.""What are you talking about, Jason?" I tried to laugh it off, hoping it was some sort of dark joke, but he wasn't laughing."You're acting like you don't notice it. You're not welcome in this house."His words hit harder than I expected. I already knew that, of course. I'd never been welcome here. It was the reason I had avoided coming. Still, there was a big difference between being unwelcome and being outright targeted."That couldn't have been a bullet. Why would anyone try to hurt me?""No one hires a bodyguard if they believe they're perfectly safe. You mentioned you don't usually have a bodyguard despite who you are. How do you explain that?""Well... you see..." I hesitated. "My dad and uncle think that the project I'm working on might ma
I was rushing so fast, not watching where I was going, that I ran straight into someone—of course, it had to be Lawrence. Our chests collided, both of us startled, though he was the first to step back."Watch where you're going," he said, his voice stern, before brushing past me.The sadness in my heart swelled to unbearable levels, just like the pounding headache I had. My vision was blurred, and everything felt wrong."Is this how you're going to end things? Without even giving me a chance to talk?" I called after him.Lawrence paused, turning around slowly to look at me."Talk? What's left to say? So you can make things worse?" he retorted."To try and make things right..." I took a step closer, closing the distance between us. "Everything I feel for you—it's new to me. That's why I'm scared, and that's why I don't want to rush. I know I've hurt you, and I'm sorry for it. I never wanted to hurt you. But... taking such a big step can't be done lightly."I poured out my heart,
Lawrence Lewis's P.O.V.We were walking hand-in-hand through the woods, shrouded in so much fog that it was hard to see where we were going. I could barely make out my own hand clasping Sara's as she led the way ahead of me."Why do you always drag us into trouble?" I asked, sounding like a little boy."I'm not trying to get us into trouble! I just want us to see the hydrangeas. Didn't you say they were your favorite?" she responded, her voice also childlike."I wish I'd never told you..." I muttered as the fog began to lift.I glanced down and realized we were kids again. She tugged on my hand harder, urging me to run. We raced forward until we arrived at her chosen spot—the hydrangeas. Sara's face lit up with excitement as she twirled in place, her eyes sparkling with joy."Aren't they beautiful? No wonder you love them so much!" she exclaimed. "Which one's your favorite color?"I couldn't stop smiling. Everything around me made me happy—the flowers, the sunlight, and especial
Surprisingly, the brothers wrapped up their signatures without any hesitation. My lawyer reviewed the final details, I offered them a few polite words, and just like that, it was done. Sara had secured two buildings and a couple of plots of land; I now held ownership of two buildings, including the largest and most significant one. By any measure, we were neck and neck—but I felt like I was ahead. And yet, there had been no sign of Sara Brown throughout the entire process.Once the office emptied out, I immediately grabbed my phone and called Amber."Hello? What kind of miracle is this, Lawrence calling me?" she answered the call, her tone light and teasing.As expected, I didn't usually call Amber nor did I respond to her messages promptly."Did Sara leave the country?" I asked bluntly.It had to be that. She must've gone on one of her self-discovery trips to some exotic destination."Not that I know of. Why?" she replied. Her casual tone only made me more anxious."How sure ar
If I had the superpower to walk up walls, trust me, I'd be doing it right now. How could I not? Lawrence, Emma, and Jason were all at that chaotic political debate. Sure, I agreed with the plan, but that was with the condition I'd be there, not isolated in my parents' house, waiting anxiously for updates and glued to the television.The program was showing introductions for each gubernatorial candidate while they took a commercial break. During the downtime, they cut to shots of the audience settling in their seats. My eyes stayed locked on the screen, my nails reduced to stubs, while I heard my mother coming down the stairs."Look at all these treasures I found, darling!" she exclaimed.I didn't take my eyes off the television, still focused on the delayed start."What did you find?" I asked absentmindedly."If you'd just turn around, you'd see what your mother is trying to show you."Sighing, I tore my attention from the screen and turned around. What greeted me left me both am
The officer's words hung in the air, echoing like a death sentence."Yes, yes, we'll confirm everything at the station," he repeated, motioning for Jason to be taken away.I stepped in their path, refusing to move. They asked me to step aside several times, but I stood firm. Just when I thought they might physically remove me, a voice froze everyone in place. Mark's voice."What's going on here?" he asked, his tone feigning martyrdom, like a man miraculously reborn.One of the officers summarized the situation—how they had been forced to shoot the sniper in the back and were accusing Jason of being his accomplice. I glanced at Jason helplessly, my heart breaking as he avoided my eyes. He wouldn't even look at me."Do you know him?" the officer pressed. "Do you have any idea why he would target you?""Unfortunately, yes, I know him. He has threatened my life multiple times and my daughter's too, driven by some sick obsession with her," Mark declared.Jason finally snapped, liftin
Emma White's P.O.V.The chaos in the auditorium was absolute—shouts, people running in all directions, and sheer panic painted a scene of hell. My eyes stayed locked on Mark, who lay on the ground with blood smeared across his face. I couldn't move, paralyzed by shock and confusion."Get down! Don't just stand there," Lawrence urged, pulling me to a crouch.Obediently, I dropped low, realizing we weren't the only ones doing so. Others had also taken cover, waiting for the madness to subside. Though the gunshots had ceased, the frenzy hadn't. I couldn't get a clear view of how badly Mark was hurt—his security team had dragged him behind the podium."What just happened?" I asked Lawrence breathlessly."Whatever it was, it wasn't fatal," he replied, his eyes scanning the stage.From my crouched position, I saw Mark rising to his feet, ignoring his guards' insistence to stay down. My mother suddenly bolted from her seat, rushing to the stage the moment she spotted him. Her face was e
"What's more humiliating than being left alone during the debate? That was the plan—to show everyone that neither his wife nor daughter supports him after his scandals, emphasizing the danger he represents," Lawrence argued."I have to go. I'm sorry, but it's something I need to do. What's your take?" I pressed, glancing at the others.In the end, we agreed Lawrence would accompany me with his security team, Jason would be nearby to help extract my mother if necessary, and Sara offered to provoke Mark by visibly supporting Isabelle Silver.Oddly enough, Lawrence scolded Sara, telling her to stop meddling and stay with her parents that afternoon. Even more strangely, Sara didn't argue. Instead, she pouted and quietly placed her hand over her stomach in a... peculiar way.Was it just me, or did she have a bit of a belly?-All the progress I'd made in the days away from Mark seemed to crumble the moment we arrived at the auditorium for the candidates' debate. Seeing his face on the
"With you... I'd want everything."I smiled like a love-struck fool, nibbling on my fruit as my heart melted. If there were ever going to be kids in our future, I had to be at my healthiest. Jason started talking about his morning routine, and I listened with the phone tucked against my shoulder as I continued preparing breakfast. But as I poured the batter onto the pan, it struck me how odd it was that my mom hadn't come out of her room yet."That's strange. My mom's still asleep," I said, glancing toward her door."Did you check to see if she might've stepped out?" Jason suggested gently."Why would she leave? We agreed neither of us would go anywhere... I'll check."I put the phone down for a moment and knocked on her door, calling out softly. There was no response. When I opened it, the room was empty—her bed neatly made, her shoes gone. My heart raced as my phone buzzed again, this time showing my mom's number. Picking it up, I quickly explained the situation to Jason and tol
Emma White's P.O.V.I woke up wrapped in an unexpected sense of peace. Despite the unfamiliar bed and the small, borrowed space, it was a kind of calm I'd never known before. Peace, as it turned out, wasn't something you could buy, no matter how much money you had.Life in Lawrence's apartment had been surprisingly pleasant. Each day felt a little brighter, a little safer. As I got up and made my way to the bathroom, I splashed my face with cool water, noticing with delight how much my skin had improved.By the time I reached the kitchen, I was in an unusually cheerful mood. Pancakes seemed like the perfect breakfast, so I opened the fridge to grab some pre-cut fruit—melons and papayas, today's choice. The sight of the neatly packed container brought a smile to my face. I plucked a piece of melon and popped it into my mouth. It was perfect.Setting the fruit on the counter, I gathered the rest of the ingredients: oatmeal, eggs, and milk. The clock on the microwave caught my attenti
"Have you forgotten that you're still engaged to Emma White? Because I certainly haven't," Lionel accused, his tone sharper than a blade."The repeated delays in the wedding should've given you a clue—it's not happening," Lawrence stated firmly."Then why is the engagement still active? Wouldn't it have been simpler to handle this in order? Or do you enjoy fueling the rumors about my daughter? You've turned her into your mistress," Lionel spat, his glare piercing.Lawrence visibly flinched at the accusation, guilt washing over him. He seemed lost for words, so I stepped in."Dad... are you really going to echo the same gossip as those busybodies? I already told you—there was never a real relationship between Emma and Lawrence. That engagement was arranged by their parents," I explained, trying to diffuse the tension."There was never anything between us," Lawrence added, his tone desperate for clarity. "Not emotionally, not physically. It was entirely a business arrangement."At
In my head, an apocalyptic soundtrack was playing; on my parents' faces, an apocalyptic expression was forming. My apartment had turned into the ninth circle of hell. From this moment on, everything spiraled out of control. Lawrence turned to face Lionel and Clara while I instinctively clung to his back, using him as a human shield."Sara Brown!" my dad bellowed."She's not here!" I shouted, clutching Lawrence so tightly my arms ached."What are you doing with that boy?!" my father roared.Still pressed against Lawrence, I could see him glance around the room, taking in the chaos of scattered clothing—including undergarments. And then, Lawrence did something unforgivable."Isn't it obvious, sir?" he said, calm as ever.Lawrence clearly wanted to watch the world burn, and my dad wasn't about to disappoint. He lunged toward us, but my mom intercepted him, wrapping her arms around his middle to stop a full-blown disaster. Meanwhile, I stayed glued to Lawrence's back, peeking out fro
"Because I just found out from Richard!" I exclaimed, watching Lawrence's brows lift in genuine surprise. "He said Emma is their half-sister, which officially makes Victoria the ultimate hypocrite. I mean, how was she planning to marry you off to the half-sister of your half-brothers? And I was supposed to be the 'incestuous' one because of her wild theory that you and I might be siblings?""Why would Richard tell you that?" Lawrence asked, his curiosity piqued.I looked at him with a mix of tenderness and pity. I knew that Lawrence had said back in that room that he didn't see Richard and Julian as brothers, but I also knew him better than anyone.Gently, I stroked his face. "Because deep down, those two brats care about you, and they still see you as their brother."He shook his head, unconvinced. "You heard them. All they care about is the money. I even offered to give them some before the will was read but they ignored me and kept coming at me. I'm done, Sara. Let them file wha