Mag-log inA dozen years ago, when Sera was adopted by Reggie Blackwood—a wealthy ex-womanizer, she thought that was where her hard life would end. However, when Reggie reveals that he has four secret sons from different mothers, Sera knows it will lead to disaster. What's more, Reggie announces a will full of intrigue: whoever among the four men wins Sera's heart and marries her, will be the main heir to the Blackwood Group. Suddenly, Sera is caught up in an intoxicating game of love. Ace, the domineering ambitious lawyer; Beck, the romantic artist who sees her as a muse; Cal, the compassionate doctor who becomes her protector; and Damon, the mysterious man with a dark past. Tensions between them rise, blurring the line between true love and hidden ambitions. Amid rivalry, passion, and dark secrets, Sera must choose: give her heart to one of the Blackwood Brothers, or escape this dangerous game. But in a world where love and betrayal walk side by side, who can truly be trusted? *** “You're all acting like I'm a precious item that needs to be taken care of,” I protested, glaring at the four of them who probably just took my annoyance as a joke. Ace raised one eyebrow. “Wrong. You're a fire that needs to be tamed” “Or to be played with,” Damon interjected casually, his smile mocking. “Or to be celebrated.” Beck's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “Or to be kept lit,” Cal finished, his voice low, without taking his eyes off the book he was reading. I clucked in annoyance. They were all incredibly frustrating.
view moreSERAThe rain had finally stopped, but the scent of wet earth still clung to the air. The headlights of Cal’s SUV washed over the stone path leading to the estate’s front door, turning every rain-soaked rock into a soft, trembling reflection of light.We walked side by side, and he held my hand the way he always did. Steady and careful, as if he was convinced I might slip at any moment. In his other hand, he carried my coat.At the door, Cal leaned toward the small panel by the frame. His fingertip touched the sensor, a soft click followed, and the large door unlocked with its gentle, familiar weight.I looked up at him, then asked quietly, “You’re really going to see Damon tonight?”“If I don’t do it now,
ACEFour days.Four days of an unsettling silence—one that even walls this thick couldn’t swallow.Sera tried to hide her restlessness behind polite smiles and casual conversations, as if her mind were stuck in a meeting room or a library somewhere. As if she thought I wouldn’t notice the way her eyes lingered just a second too long on every door, or how her head snapped up too quickly whenever an engine echoed in the courtyard. And the most obvious part: for four nights now, her bedroom had been empty.Because she was sleeping in Damon’s room.I knew without asking. The rhythm of her footsteps, the doors she left ajar, even the faint trace of her perfume lingering in the west wing corridor. She was waiting for Damon. And I
SERAI slipped into the car in a hurry, holding my breath as the cold night air mixed with the leftover mist in my hair. Cal closed the driver’s-side door and turned on the heater right away. The soft hum of the engine blended with the faint smell of rain clinging to our coats.“Take off your coat,” he said quietly. “It’ll warm you up faster.”I looked at him for a second before doing what he said. He shrugged off his own coat too, then leaned over the seat, reaching for a gray blanket in the back. With the kind of gentleness that always catches me off guard, he draped it around my shoulders, making sure every corner tucked neatly against my body.Before I could thank him, Cal took both of my hands and held them between his warm palms.
CAL“It’s always like that, isn’t it? The higher you go, the quieter it gets.”I watched her for a few seconds. The night wind was starting to cut through my coat, but somehow it felt grounding instead of cold. I let out a slow breath, eyes lowering to the metal cup in my hands, now cooling fast.Sera was still staring at the view below, though I could feel her gaze drifting to me every now and then.“Sera,” I said at last.She turned toward me calmly, as if she’d been waiting for me to speak.“There’s a reason I brought you up here.”“Okay,” she murmured. “I’m listening.”I lowered my eyes, thumb brushing the rim of the cup. “I’ve been … seeing a therapist. For the last two years. Because I wasn’t well.”She didn’t look surprised. If anything, her expression softened like she’d been expecting me to say it.I let out a dry, crooked smile. “You already knew, didn’t you?”A small nod.“Who told you?”“No one,” she answered honestly. “I just … assumed. A few times, maybe.” A pause. “Are






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