A 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 MoreACEThe air inside the car felt warm, even with the AC still on. The night outside was eerily quiet, broken only by the rustling of leaves swaying in the wind. Dim street lights cast a faint glow on the dashboard, creating soft shadows on Sera’s face.I sat in the driver’s seat, one hand resting on the wheel while the other lay lazily on my thigh. Sera, seated beside me in the passenger seat, still wearing her night dress—the one I chose. A deep blue that blended into the night, baring her shoulders in just the right way. The fabric clung to her body like it was made for her. She turned her head toward me, her gaze searching mine for something.“I’ve kept my promise,” she murmured.I turned to her, locking eyes. “And you think that’s enough?”She was silent for a moment, then a small, challenging smirk tugged at her lips. “You really are never satisfied, are you?”I knew this game. I knew when she was teasing and when she was trying to deflect. And I wasn’t in the mood to play along.
SERAAce and I walked through the living room, which felt quieter than usual. There was no sound of clinking glasses or heated discussions that usually filled the space at night. Or the weird jokes that Beck usually cracked.Damon was at the hospital with Cal, keeping Reggie company. Or rather, Cal had dragged Damon along. Normally, I would be there with Cal, but tonight, I chose to sit this one out to keep my promise to Ace. Meanwhile, Beck had been busy these past few days scouting locations downtown for his art gallery.I glanced at Ace, trying to read his expression. “Looks like we have the house to ourselves tonight,” I remarked casually.Ace turned to me, his signature expression intact—a mix of confidence and something subtler, almost teasing. “What? Are you saying we should cancel dinner and do something else instead?”I let out a small scoff, raising an eyebrow at him. “Wow, Ace. Changing your mind that easily?”Ace grinned, his expression unshakable. “I’m just offering an al
SERAIt had been a month since I started living with the Blackwood Brothers. I should have been used to it by now, but it still felt like walking a tightrope; balancing between ambition, veiled lies, and constantly changing emotions. This house, usually quiet and still, was now filled with men who should have come with their own warning labels. And every single day, I found myself asking the same question: How the hell did I get here?Ace, Beck, Cal, Damon… they weren’t just men I had to choose from. They were puzzles I had to solve. And if I wasn’t careful, I would end up trapped in this game with no way out.Ace? He was too brilliant for his own good. Too self assured too. Talking to him felt like walking into a national debate unprepared. I knew he wanted me, but sometimes I wondered; had I been the woman he truly desired, or just a challenge he was determined to conquer? There had been a particular way his eyes had lit up every time I tried to resist him, like my defiance only fue
CALMorning came with a silence that felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was because of yesterday. Or maybe it was just this house, always keeping secrets behind its walls.I walked down the hallway, balancing a tray in one hand. As I reached Sera’s door, I lifted my other hand and knocked lightly with the back of my fingers.However, before my hand could touch the wood, the door had already opened from the inside. Damon stood in the doorway, his expression was as unreadable as ever, but there was something in his eyes—fatigue, maybe. Or something deeper.I raised an eyebrow, offering a faint smile. “Morning.”Damon held my gaze for a moment before responding, his voice low and rough. “Morning.”He didn’t move away immediately. Instead, he kept a hand on the door, giving me space to step inside before finally shifting aside.Taking the hint, I walked in. “Had breakfast yet?” I asked casually, still balancing the tray in my hands.Damon let out a short, quiet exhale. “I’m good.”A standa
BECKI sat at the edge of the bed, watching Sera’s pale face for what felt like an eternity. Her breathing was steady but heavy, like her body was fighting against something I couldn’t see. I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t know what had caused this. All I knew was that she was sick, and I was here.My hand moved on its own, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear with the gentlest touch, like if I pressed too hard, she might crack and shatter into pieces.I wanted to ask. I wanted to know. But I couldn’t. Because even though my mind was drowning in questions, I couldn’t put that weight on her right now.I felt there was something between us, but did Sera think the same? Or am I just misinterpreting everything? I wanted to believe that I had a place in her heart, that I was more than just someone who happened to be by her side.My hands curled into fists on my lap, trying to push down the uncertainty gnawing at my chest. This wasn’t the time for this. Sera was sick.But
DAMONWhen Ace walked out, I didn’t follow him right away. I stayed where I was, feeling Beck and Cal’s eyes lock onto me. The atmosphere in the room shifted—easygoing to suffocating in an instant, tension thick in the air like a storm about to break.I could feel Sera standing at the doorway, restless. I didn’t have to turn around to know she was biting her lower lip, debating whether to speak or stay silent.Finally, I exhaled a short breath and started moving. “I’ll be fine,” I murmured, casual, before slipping past them.I followed Ace down the hall to his room. He shoved the door open, motioned me inside, then slammed it shut behind us.“Again, I have no idea why you’re pissed,” I said, leaning against his wardrobe, all ease, all nonchalance.“How old are you, huh? Fifteen?” Ace finally spoke, his voice low, cold.I narrowed my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“Do you even know Sera got sick because of you?” His voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of restrained fury.
ACEI saw her hesitate. Sera looked down for a moment, then glanced at me. It was only a split second, but I caught her weighing something.Then, with a quiet voice, she finally admitted, “I took an after-morning pill this morning.”Silence.I didn’t say anything. The doctor merely gave a small nod, jotting something down on his clipboard before giving a few instructions.I stayed quiet, feeling the muscles in my jaw tighten. My breathing was heavier than usual. I didn’t know why, but something in my chest clenched at her confession. And I didn’t like it.The doctor finally left, leaving just the two of us in a room that felt even quieter than before. I was still standing in the same spot, staring at her.Sera didn’t speak right away. She knew I was angry. It was in the way she took a breath, in the way her fingers toyed with the edge of the blanket.“You don’t have to react like that,” she finally said, looking away slightly. “I knew what I was doing.”My eyes narrowed. I didn’t like
ACEI should’ve noticed earlier.Sera was sitting across from me, but she wasn’t really there. She played with her fork, stirring her food absentmindedly. Usually, she’d have thrown some sharp remarks by now—something laced with sarcasm, something that carried that signature defiance she always took pride in.“What do you think Reggie will do to Dominic?” I asked, baiting a reaction.She turned to me with a weak smile. “Reggie would finish him off.”Something was wrong.Just this morning, Sera, with her signature style-sharp, defiant, stabbing with words—had managed to strip Dominic down. But now… she looked like she had lost half of herself.I had barely taken a single bite when Sera suddenly set down her spoon. The movement was too abrupt, too noticeable.I raised a brow, studying her face. “What’s wrong?”She didn’t answer. Her jaw tightened, fingers curling into fists on the table. Then, the next second, she stood up.“I need to use the restroom,” she muttered before walking away.
CALI had just finished a lap when I saw someone step out from the back door—Damon, finally showing up.I slowed down and walked toward him. He was stretching, lazily pulling his arm across his chest.“Well, look who finally woke up,” I smirked, standing beside him. “I was starting to think you’d given up on life and decided to become part of the living room couch.”Damon just grunted, clearly not in the mood to throw back his usual sarcasm. But as I got a closer look at his face, something felt... off. I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what was bothering me.And then, I saw it.I held back a laugh. “Damon… what the hell happened to your eyebrow?”He frowned. “What?”I pointed at the slit in his brow—usually pretty noticeable, but now, it looked darker, like someone had tried to fill it in. “Looks like somebody took a marker to it.”Damon blinked, confusion flickering across his face before realization hit him like a truck. “Shit.” He immediately reached up to touch his brow, m
“If I die tomorrow, will you cry for me?”The question slipped from Reggie Blackwood's mouth, accompanied by a lopsided smile that did not reflect the weakness of his body. Even with a pale face and frequently interrupted breathing, the old man still carried an aura of power.Sitting opposite him, I was transfixed. My hand holding the teacup suddenly felt too heavy, and silence crept into the room like fog.“Of course I'll drink champagne with your corpse,” I said after sipping the tea, trying to cover up my anxiety with a joke. Did he think he was the only one who could joke like that?A crisp laugh escaped the 66-year-old's lips. “Good idea,” he commented. “Who else are you going to drink with anyway?”I finally let out a long sigh, feeling tired. “You're being overly dramatic, Reggie. Your health is already much better. The doctor said—”“That pretentious man just wants me to survive longer.”“That's what a doctor does, isn't it?” I did not expect there to be a tremor in my voice,...
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