Alaric got out of the car, grabbed Vespera's suitcase, and reached for her hand. Vespera subtly avoided his touch. Alaric's eyes darkened slightly, but he said nothing as he carried her luggage upstairs. Vespera's apartment was right below Cheryl's. Alaric brought the suitcase inside.The apartment was beautifully furnished and spacious. To accommodate Vespera's role as a designer, they had even set up a studio larger than her bedroom. It had two rows of clothing racks and an easel – more than enough for a budding designer like her.Vespera wandered around her new place, her mood lifting with each perfect detail she discovered. When she returned to the living room, she found Alaric still sitting on the couch. "You're still here?" she asked bluntly.Alaric was taken aback. Her words stung – she clearly didn't want him around. But what could he do? Chasing a girl meant having thick skin, right? He should learn from Heath and how persistent he'd been in pursuing Aurora. It had worked out
Vespera sighed as she watched Alaric's cheerful face. She lowered her head to focus on her meal, wondering what this guy was up to. He'd been hanging around her place so much lately. Wouldn't Elowen be upset?After dinner, Vespera headed to her studio, intent on working on her latest piece. But just like last night, inspiration eluded her. An hour passed, and she hadn't managed to sketch anything worthwhile. Frustrated, she ran her fingers through her hair and stepped out to grab some water. Alaric couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her."What's so funny?" Vespera snapped, glaring at him.Alaric pointed at her head. "Your hair," he said, grinning.Vespera glanced in the mirror and groaned. Her once-neat bun had come completely undone, with stray strands falling around her face. Somehow, a pencil had found its way into the mess. She looked like a total disaster.Rolling her eyes at Alaric, she grabbed her water and started back to her room. "Artist's block?" he called after her.
Alaric's confession had lifted Vespera's spirits. Now that they had finally opened up to each other, all her worries seemed to melt away. Sitting atop the hill, Vespera gazed at the breathtaking view, peacefully sketching in her notebook.It had been ages since she'd felt this calm while drawing. The man sitting behind her, watching over her, was the reason she could finally relax and focus.Vespera felt her inspiration flooding back. All the anxiety and restlessness from the night before had vanished, leaving only tranquility in its wake.As the sun dipped below the horizon, Vespera finished a piece she was truly proud of. With darkness falling, she stood up and packed away her easel. Alaric immediately came over to help, carrying her supplies in one hand and holding hers with the other. "Ready to go?" he asked softly.Vespera nodded, following Alaric down the hill. The descent was much easier than the climb up, but Alaric insisted on holding her hand the entire way. Somehow, this ge
When Vespera awoke, she found herself in a hospital bed with Aurora sitting beside her. "How are you feeling?" Aurora asked, concern etched on her face.Vespera shook her head weakly. "I'm okay now. Thank you, Aurora."Aurora sighed, telling Vespera to rest. The next day, she helped discharge Vespera and took her back to the apartment. Under Aurora's persistent questioning, Vespera finally revealed that she and Yvonne were half-sisters, and that she was nothing more than the Thornfield family's illegitimate daughter.For years, Vespera had only wanted to prove to her father that she was just as good as Yvonne—better, even, in many ways. She'd been meek and compliant all this time, hoping her father would notice her, if only for a moment.Unlike Aurora, who wasn't afraid to turn the Pendleton household upside down when she was angry, Vespera was inherently timid. She longed for family and warmth, so she never dared to talk back to Yvonne or her father. But years of humiliation had only
Yvonne glared at Alaric's hand, which was holding Vespera's. That little tramp! When did she manage to snag a man like Alaric Strider?"Mr. Strider, what brings you to here today?" Mr. Thornfield tentatively asked."I'm here to pick up Vespera," Alaric interrupted, lifting their joined hands. "Didn't you need to get your books? Go on, I'll wait downstairs.""Okay," Vespera replied without even glancing at Mr. Thornfield as she headed upstairs.Her heart felt heavy. The home she'd cherished for so long wasn't really her home at all. She was just a walking blood bank for Yvonne. Whenever Yvonne got hurt, Vespera was there to donate blood. That's why Mr. Thornfield never intervened when Yvonne bullied her—as long as she wasn't killed outright, it was fine.Yesterday's incident was a perfect example. Yvonne had tried to take advantage of her, but before Vespera could explain, Mr. Thornfield had already believed Yvonne's side of the story. In her father's eyes, she wasn't a daughter at all
After Alaric and Vespera left, Mr. Thornfield exploded with anger at Yvonne. He never imagined that Vespera had grown so quickly and quietly. Not only was she now a renowned designer, but her connection to Alaric Strider alone was enough to outshine most of the city's socialites.He should have planned carefully for this hidden gem in the family, helping her shine even brighter. Instead, he had listened to Yvonne's one-sided story, causing Vespera to leave the family in despair. Now, what use was Yvonne? She had accomplished absolutely nothing!He glared furiously at Yvonne and shouted, "You ungrateful child! I don't care how you do it, but bring Vespera back home!""Dad, she's nobody! I'm the real Thornfield daughter!" Yvonne protested, unwilling to comply. All her life, she had only bullied Vespera, never having to appease her."You, a Thornfield daughter? What have you done besides embarrass our family? If you don't bring her back, don't bother coming home yourself!" her father sla
As the dinner wound down, Vespera barely touched her wine. She'd never been much of a drinker, especially with her health issues. Alaric, on the other hand, was knocking them back like there was no tomorrow. He kept going on about how happy he was, though God knows what about. Lately, he'd been grinning at Vespera like a lovesick puppy.After the meal, Vespera started clearing the table. Alaric followed her around like a lost puppy, chattering away. When she went to the kitchen, he was right behind her. Same story in the living room. Finally, Vespera ducked into the bathroom and shut the door in his face with a satisfying thud.Alaric rubbed his nose, still grinning like an idiot. He couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled this much.Once everything was tidied up, it was time for Alaric to head home. But he was pretty buzzed, and Vespera didn't want him driving. She thought about calling an Uber, but they were in a dead zone. She tried reaching out to her family's driver, no luck.
Zane raced upstairs and kicked open the bedroom door. He yanked at Alaric's blanket, shouting, "Bro! Wake up!"Alaric grunted and rolled over, ignoring him. Struck by inspiration, Zane dashed to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of ice. He returned and shoved it straight into Alaric's bed. Then...A pig-like squeal echoed through the house. Zane shrugged. What's the big deal? Aurora used to wake Jay up like this all the time.Alaric leapt out of bed and hurled the ice bag at Zane's face. "You little punk! Are you out of your mind?"Zane peeled off the ice and tossed Alaric his phone. "Your girlfriend called. I'm just looking out for you, ungrateful jerk!"Alaric: "..."Was life even worth living anymore? Getting pushed around by Heath and Lysander outside, then tormented by his idiot brother at home.Alaric scrolled through his phone. "What did she say?""Nothing much. She was looking for you, but I told her you were sleeping, so she hung up." Zane headed downstairs with the ice bag.Alar