SERAI made my way down the corridor to Ace's room, which was adjacent to Reggie's study. After the tension earlier, I was hoping to deliver the good news that I had managed to talk and convince Reggie.Ace had just come in about half an hour ago, and went straight to his room without saying a word. Beck told me when we passed each other in the kitchen.When I knocked on the door, Ace opened it with a face that looked relaxed, but his eyes were full of something hard to interpret. The cleanliness of Ace's room—too clean—seemed to reflect his perfectionist personality.I entered slowly, trying to smile to break the ice. “Ace, I want to talk to you for a moment. There's something that—”“I'm leaving Hayes & Chan.” Ace cut me off with a calm, yet authoritative tone.That sentence stopped me in mid-step. I stared at Ace wide-eyed, trying to digest what I had just heard. Although confused, I tried to remain calm. “Why all of a sudden?”He didn't answer immediately, instead gesturing for me
SERADamon was nowhere to be found. He skipped dinner. Reggie finally asked about Damon's whereabouts, but I couldn't answer because I really didn't know. From there, I knew that Reggie wasn't too happy with my answer. He felt that I was ignoring Damon too much, especially considering the fact that I didn't try to find out or contact him. Geez, I don't have to know where everyone is all the time, do I?To mediate, Cal said he had texted Damon, but got no reply. I smiled at him, silently sending him a thank you.Ace also didn't escape Reggie's interrogation. This morning when I said that Reggie didn't care about Ace and Damon leaving, it turned out to be a mistake.Ace said, in his diplomatic tone, that his mother—whose name I know is Vivienne—called him for an emergency. Reggie was worried that it might be bad news, but apparently Ace could calm Reggie's worries.After a long day—I didn't expect that spending the weekend with four new people would overwhelm me like this—I decided to go
DAMONShe found me.Sera suddenly appeared in the shadows of the garage door, her body photographed in the dim lamplight, wearing slightly oversized dark blue pajamas. Her eyes were sharp, sparkling with a curiosity she couldn't hide.“Damon.”I didn't have to wait long to find out what she wanted, but I wanted to tease her. “Are you looking for something?”“Where have you been all day?” Sera asked, her voice firm, though slightly guarded.She approached, her steps unhurried, but full of confidence. Her face was slightly pale, but always beautiful in that crowd of shadows.I shrugged, taking another drag from my half-empty cigarette. “To my old place,” I replied shortly, ”to take care of some things.”She stood there, her eyes fixed on me, it was obvious she wanted to know more, even though she tried to hide it. I could feel the tension starting to build.Then, without saying much, Sera stepped forward and decided to sit beside me, on the cool car hood. Her body was a bit stiff, as if
DAMONIt had been almost a week since that whole garage thing—me and Sera, we were so close but felt so far. She seemed to be dodging me more these days, and every time I got closer, there was a distance that seemed to widen between us-a space that I couldn't cross. It felt like she wanted to run away. I idn't know what from—from me, or from herself.I never tried to force it, but the frustration built up, thicker and thicker, every day. I knew the reason behind her behavior, or at least, I suspected it. My presence bothered her, whether in a good or bad way.Teasing her that night … this was not what I expected as a result.And the worst part, Sera seemed to be closer to Beck. I suppressed the anger that curled up inside me when I saw them talking, laughing together.I needed some quiet. And the wine cellar was the perfect place. It was my escape—separate, cold, away from the hustle and bustle of this family. In this dark, silent room, I sat with a half-full glass of wine in my hand,
SERAMy cell phone was ringing on the table. Cal's name flashed on the screen, and my heart inexplicably skipped a beat.“What's going on, Call?” I asked matter-of-factly. My anxiety was over the top, but I couldn’t control it—especially when it came to Reggie.“Grant is apparently out somewhere and there's one of Reggie's medical documents that wasn't brought with us. So, can you please check if it's left in his desk drawer?” My back instantly slumped against the back of the chair. I thought something bad had happened. “It's a light blue folder. It has the hospital logo on it. You'll know it when you see it.”“Okay, one second,” I replied and got up from the chair, walking out of the room.I was about to open the door to Reggie's study when it swung open from the inside. Ace's steps halted as he noticed me, our faces alike in surprise.“Ace?” I asked. His eyes were sharp as ever, but somehow there was something I couldn't decipher. “What are you doing?”“I meant to meet Reggie origina
ACEI returned to the room, breathing a sigh of relief after almost being caught by Sera. Once again, I had to admit my luck. If I had been a minute late, she would’ve seen me with that document in my hand—and the last thing I wanted was to give her any reason to dig deeper, especially about why I was taking pictures of it.My cell phone vibrated in my pants pocket. The name that appeared on the screen made me smile slightly. Mom. Of course.“Ace, dear, how’s it going over there?” My mom’s voice was a mixture of affection and expectation. A dangerous combination.“Everything’s on track,” I replied, walking to the window to make sure no one had heard.“And Sera? Has she figured out you’re the only logical choice in that family yet?”Not yet, of course. “She’s closer to Beck. For now.”She snorted, her low laugh full of contempt. “Beckett? A failed artist with no direction in life? That’s not competition, Ace. You two are worlds apart.”I frowned, even though I knew it was just her way o
SERAI didn't know that I was that cheap.My mind felt like a storm that couldn't be stopped. I stood in my room, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My lips still felt warm, as if holding onto the imprint of two different kisses—and it made me feel all kinds of wrong.Was it okay for me to act like this? I knew Beck was fragile, and I just wanted to comfort him, but Ace … he was different. That kiss wasn’t about comfort. It was like a deliberate, calculated move. But still, I let it happen.Oh God, why do I suddenly feel like a hopeless romantic teenager, chasing kisses like they’re the most important thing in the world?Then there was Beck’s comment about Damon, which kept nagging at me. It would be hypocritical of me to say that everything Beck said wasn't true. However, my ego was also too high to just accept it. I mean … this was Damon.Even so, I needed to be sure about something. And before I knew it, I was already in the garage, but Damon wasn't there. A new driver said Dam
SERA“Get on.” “What?” I asked, my voice confused, but then found Damon crouched on the sidewalk. And my bag is already around his neck. It's like I'm not part of the world for a minute or two. It feels like everyone is moving, but I'm still. Or maybe more accurately, I was too busy trying to calm the alcohol in my body to notice anything around me.“Get on my back, Sera. I’m not letting you pass out on the street.”I huffed, but obeyed him anyway. Wait, when did I end up wearing his leather jacket? “You’re so … annoying,” I grumbled into his ear as he stood up, tightening my grip around his neck. “And you're heavy,” he retorted, starting to walk.“I didn't ask you to carry me like this ....” I said in a weak voice. God, not only was I cheap, but I was also shameless.“And I didn’t ask for drama at the club. But here we are.” His tone was flat, but I could hear the faint amusement beneath it.“You didn't have to flirt with that woman.” My mouth was so out of control that even the ton
SERA“For you, I would.”I froze. Breath catching. Before I could say anything, he turned back to the screen—as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just dropped a line that made my heart skip a whole damn beat.A few minutes passed in a comfortable silence, until suddenly, I heard him speak softly. “Thank you.”I frowned and turned a little. “For what?”He didn’t look at me right away. His eyes were still on the screen, like he was trying to find the right words. “For not asking.”And just like that, the mood shifted. I knew what he meant. That scar I saw at the gym. But it wasn’t just that. It was the way he said it. The way his shoulders tensed, the way his breathing slowed—controlled. Cal, who was usually so gentle and relaxed, now felt … intense.“Because I know what that feels like,” I said softly.He finally looked at me. Our eyes met, and this time, neither of us looked away. His eyes were darker than usual, like they were holding in way more than he’d ever say out loud.I
SERAThe moment Beck disappeared past the door, I knew Ace would go right after him. His shoulders were stiff, his jaw clenched like someone holding back a whole ocean of rage.Before he could leave, I grabbed his hand. “Come here,” I said softly, pulling him closer and giving him a quick kiss on the lips—gentle, light, just enough to cut through the tension between us.“I know you can handle this,” I whispered, still close enough to feel his breath. “I trust you, Ace.”For a second, something in his eyes softened. Just for a second. His gaze stayed sharp, still like Ace's—never fully readable. “I’ll be good. Because you
BECKToday, the first class after the announcement felt heavier than usual. Not because of the material, but because my chest felt … tight. Like Reggie didn’t just leave behind a legacy, but also left a weight way too big for me to carry.Legacy. It sounds like a gift, right? But it feels more like a curse. Like a crown of thorns handed to us not out of hope, but as a reminder that we’re never really free. That now we all have something we’re supposed to protect.And the truth was … I still didn’t know what it means to be a Blackwood. Even I was not sure I deserved to carry that name.My steps were heavy as I crossed to the pavilion to grab my favorite leather jacket. The plan was to grab my stuff and leave with Ace. We were supposed to go driving.Yeah, Ace insisted on teaching me how to drive. He said, “A grown man who can’t drive is embarrassing. What, you think you’ll survive an emergency driving with crayons?”Which was dumb. I didn’t even use crayons. (Anymore.)Then I heard so
SERAI never questioned Reggie's decisions.He must had his reasons.That was the line I kept replaying in my head, like some mantra, every time that stubborn old man made a decision I couldn’t fully accept. But today—tonight—that line felt like poison slowly tightening around my chest.I sat at the edge of his bed, right where I always sat whenever we talked. My spot. From there, I could look at him across the room, lounging on that worn-out leather sofa, complaining about corporate politics. I could still feel him there somehow. Like a ghost that refused to leave.My hand clutched a letter. Edward had given each of us—me and the Blackwood brothers—a personal letter from Reggie.The edges were already crumpling under my shaking fingers, but I couldn’t let go. This wasn’t a contract, or some company memo, or a blood-chilling will. It was just a letter. In Reggie’s handwriting, I knew those strokes by heart.I had read it twice. Maybe three times? I wasn’t sure anymore.***Dearest Ser
ACEBy nine in the morning, we were already in Blackwood’s main hall—a place that only ever got used for events like this. The kind where silence is heavy, and everything smells like old money and regret. The sky outside was overcast, shadows of gray-blue light creeping through the tall windows and soaking the room in a cold hue. The Blackwood family portraits lined the walls like judges. Reggie’s was one of the biggest—arms crossed, chest puffed, staring straight at the spot where we were now all seated. It felt like he was still watching. Even from the grave.People had started to arrive—major shareholders, a few board members, and of course, him: interim CEO, Albert Coleman. His smile was stiff, like he knew he was the most unwelcome guest.And then there was us—the four of us. Beck sat to my left, arms crossed, looking like he could walk out at any second. Cal sat perfectly straight, his expression nearly unreadable. Damon, all the way at the end, scanned the room with those dark
ACEIt had been a week since Reggie’s death, and Sera was still standing tall in the middle of the storm. At least, that’s how it looked from the outside. But I knew she was barely holding herself together.Blackwood Group was in a state of uncertainty. The CEO’s absence left the giant corporation unsteady, and just as I expected, the board of directors and shareholders were starting to question who would take over.I got that information from my tutor.As the COO and a 10% shareholder, Sera was technically one of the key figures in the company. Being Reggie’s only child, she should’ve been in a strong position to take over.But things weren’t that simple.She wasn’t chosen as interim CEO. Someone with a larger stake—someone the board trusted more—ended up taking the position.I wondered how Sera was handling it all.Losing Reggie was already enough to shake her, but now, she had to deal with business politics on a level she’d never faced before. One wrong move, and she could lose eve
ACEI didn’t expect the night to end like this.This wasn’t how I wanted it to be.The heat of her skin, the way her breath hitched, how she gave herself to me completely … I wanted all of that. But not this. I didn’t want Sera sitting there in silence, her expression empty, while the people around her talked as if she were nothing more than a bargaining chip in a transaction.I always knew Reggie and Sera only had each other. But tonight, in a room full of men in black suits who cared more about assets and stocks than memories and loss, that fact felt more real than ever.There were no relatives of Reggie here. No one claiming to be his brother, cousin, or even an old friend. Just people who, at some point in their lives, had a professional interest in Reggie or Sera. And now, after Reggie’s death, they watched Sera like hawks circling their prey, waiting to see if she was strong enough to hold onto what he left behind or if she would crumble under the pressure.Meanwhile, the four o
CALThe repast was held at Blackwood Estate. The main hall was filled with mourners standing in small groups, each holding a drink, their voices humming softly in the air.But not with grief.From the start, I knew this wasn’t just a gathering to remember Reggie. It was a stage for his business associates to secure their positions in the world he left behind.The guests spoke in hushed tones, but their conversations lacked the weight of loss. Their words were the same ones they’d murmur at a gala or a corporate summit. Their clothes were black, but their expressions didn’t carry sorrow. Their discussions revolved around stocks, assets, and speculation about who would take control now that Reggie was gone.I caught pieces of their conversations.“Sera Blackwood might sell off the assets in a few months. She’s too young to handle this alone.”“Or maybe she’ll hold onto them. We know she’s smart, but without Reggie … is she strong enough?”“She can’t run it by herself. A board of directo
CALI knew this was coming.For days, I’d seen the signs. Every chart, every number, every response from Reggie’s body—it all pointed to the same thing. His time was running out. I wanted to deny it, to believe maybe he had a few more days. But no. Tonight, it’s happening.Walking out of the ICU, my breath felt heavy. I was used to death. As a doctor, I had delivered bad news to countless families. But this was different. This wasn’t just another patient. This was Reggie.And this was about Sera, too.That’s why I convinced her to wait in the suite—the place where we always stayed while waiting for Reggie. I knew she wouldn’t like that decision—Sera hated being controlled. But she was also too exhausted, too fragile to witness this firsthand. So I made the choice for her, even knowing she’d probably hate me for it.As I closed the door behind me, I saw Ace at the end of the hallway. He wasn’t leaning against the wall or sitting on the bench. He stood tall, hands buried in his jacket p