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.
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
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.
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
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
“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,
SERAI stood in front of the large mirror in my room, wearing a simple black dress with open shoulder cutouts. I twisted my body slightly, making sure the dress was modest but still elegant. As always, Reggie's taste in choosing clothes never fails. My hair was neatly styled, but I deliberately let a few strands fall down the side of my face to give it a relaxed look.As I tightened the bracelet on my wrist, a soft knock came from the door.“Come in,” I said, without taking my eyes off the mirror.Grant, the majordomo of the Blackwood family, stepped in quietly. The old man always looked immaculate in his black suit and calm expression that never changed.“The guests have arrived, Miss,” he said, his body straight as a soldier's. “Time to go downstairs.”I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. “How's the atmosphere downstairs?”“Quiet,” Grant replied briefly. “Everyone's at the dining table. They're waiting for Mr. Blackwood to join them.”Quiet. I imagined the four men sitt
SERA“So, Sera, when I said this afternoon that you have an important role here … I meant it.”I did not reply to my foster father's words, I just stayed silent and watched, waiting for his next words.Reggie smiled facing his four sons. “Whoever among the four of you can win Sera’s heart and marry her, I will make him the main heir of the Blackwood Group.”I spit out my drink. “WHAT?!”Reggie's words echoed in the room, and for a moment, everyone was frozen in shock. My heart raced, my mind unable to process the sudden turn of events. I felt all eyes on me, waiting for my reaction.Ace, Beck, Cal, and Damon exchanged shocked glances, their expressions ranging from disbelief to amusement at Reggie's unexpected proclamation. My heart raced in my chest as I stared at each of the men in turn, trying to gauge their reactions.Ace, always composed and collected, was the first to speak up. “So, we have to compete to marry her just to prove ourselves to a father we don't even know? How inte
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
BECKThat morning, the scent of freshly brewed coffee still lingered in my cup as I stepped into the living room. The air in this house was cooler than what I was used to. Sunlight filtered in through the large windows, casting soft shadows across the space. Damon was sprawled out on the couch in a position that looked anything but comfortable, Ace was absorbed in his tablet, and Cal stood near the door in his workout gear, clearly getting ready for a morning run.Leaning against the couch where Damon was still fast asleep, I raised an eyebrow, took a slow sip of my coffee, and asked, “Why is Damon sleeping here?”Cal stretched his arms, chuckling. “I saw Damon getting ready for a run earlier, so I told him to wait up while I grabbed my stuff. When I came back… well, this is what I found.”I let out a quiet laugh, glancing at Damon. He looked like a man who had just lost a long battle against gravity. His head was nearly slipping off the armrest, his hair was a complete mess, and ther
DAMON“I told you I was never afraid of you, Wolfe.” Her voice dripped with that sweet poison she always fed me.Fuck. I wanted to tear apart every last shred of confidence she had, make her see that she couldn’t win.My hand gripped her chin, holding her in place. Her lips were wet and swollen, her chest rising and falling, her pupils blown wide. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.I smirked. "That’s because you haven’t really seen me lose control yet."And tonight, I was going to give her that.One hard pull, and she was trapped beneath me. I pinned both her wrists to the mattress, my body caging her in like a beast finally capturing its prey. I could feel her heartbeat hammering beneath my chest, her warmth seeping into my skin, sending my blood boiling.I dragged my lips along her throat, biting down hard until I heard a sharp gasp mixed with a moan. "Tell me, Sera," I murmured, my breath hot against her skin. "Did he ever touch you like this?"She writhed, trying to catc
SERAI held my breath as he stood in front of me, so close I could feel the heat of his body. His fingers rose, touching my chin, tilting my face toward him.“Don’t test me,” he said quietly, but with a warning in his voice. “You will what?”And before I could think twice, I grabbed his neck and kissed him—hard.I felt his body tense, like he was fighting something inside himself. But it took just a second for his restraint to snap, and then he was kissing me back with a force that was almost terrifying.His lips were rough, nearly brutal, like his anger had shifted into something raw and consuming. His fingers dug into my waist too tightly, his breath hot, ragged, dripping with frustration.When he pulled away, his eyes burned with a mess of emotions—the anger he was hiding and the desire he was trying to fight. “God damn it, Sera,” he rasped, his voice almost shaking. “What the hell have you done to me?”His jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles flexing, like he was holding