Paul immediately got up from his chair and walked over to Hailey, hastily wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace.“Sis…” he said quietly. “I’m going to be honest with you. I knew about this two years ago when Ben and I opened Dad’s private study for a prank. We… The two of us were snooping around. You know us.”He pulled away to look Hailey in the eyes, as though trying to convey his sincerity.“We found… adoption papers along with your records. There were so many, we couldn’t read them all. Dad was about to return home. That’s when we realized that… you’re not related to us by blood.”Paul swallowed.“Ben and I… we wanted to ask Mom and Dad about it, but we didn’t have the courage. We even thought at one point that we might have imagined the whole thing. But we knew it was true. Still, it didn’t change anything. We still think of you as our older sister, even now. After all, even if we’re not related by blood, we’re still family, right?” he said softly.Hailey felt tears wel
When Hailey left Paul’s room, she didn’t know what else to do. She could only return to her room in a daze, her mind completely blank.It was as if everything she had believed her whole life was a lie.Not to be dramatic, but she had always thought that her family was… her real family. That they were all related by blood. That they had no secrets from each other.But it turned out that she was the only one kept in the dark.It felt strange, as if she was somehow ostracized. As if she was now cowering in her own little corner of isolation.When she passed her parents’ room, she stopped for a moment. She could no longer hear their arguments, as if a hushed silence had fallen over them. Maybe they had finally come to a compromise, or maybe they had reached an impasse.Not that Hailey could care about that right now. She was in no mood to confront anyone right now.A minute later she reached her room. When she closed the door behind her, it was as if everything had finally fallen apart. S
The atmosphere was positively stifling, in Hailey’s opinion.She had never felt this way before whenever she talked with her parents. Even when she got a failing grade one time, Luther and Emilia didn’t scold her that much. Not at all, in fact.Instead, Luther simply told her that she could do better next time, while Emilia suggested tutoring for that subject in case Hailey had a hard time understanding the lectures.Even when she accidentally broke an expensive antique in the house, when she fought with her brothers as a kid, when she argued with her parents as a young teenager going through puberty and menstrual cramps…They never hit her or reprimanded her so harshly. They were never cold to her and treated her just like how they treated her brothers. She loved them because they were fair and didn’t have any favorites among them.But now…It felt like she was conversing with a pair of strangers.No, that was wrong.Maybe she was the stranger all along.Maybe she had missed all the
“Yes,” Luther said quietly. “As I said a few times, Mason was someone I admired. I felt he could dominate the business world if he tried hard enough, once time passed. Of course, the hotel was Mason’s idea, but I was involved in the process as well. Mason wanted me to be his business partner. The two of us worked together and made numerous efforts to make our ambition happen. And yet…”He sighed heavily.“It was all Mason, Mason, Mason. Mason was the spotlight, while I was only a background character. Even though I worked hard too, the people, even my own family, only admired Mason. It was… discomfiting, at the very least. I felt hurt and betrayed,” he said quietly. “It was wrong of me, but… I resented Mason a little back then. Even though I shouldn’t have felt that way, of course. I was young and immature.”“Did my father know?” Hailey asked gently. “That you felt that way?”Luther’s lips curved into a wry smile. “He probably did, but he never spoke about it or brought it up during t
It was the start of the web of deceit. A mouth that spewed an irresistible suggestion and a promise of wealth and success.That was what this ‘Alexander Sterling’ offered Luther back then. He knew Luther’s weakness and how to persuade him to do something drastic.Such as betraying his good friend and taking sole ownership of the hotel.“He requested to see me when Mason was ill,” Luther began. “Back then, Emilia was pregnant, and our financial situation was very worrying. I had to think about our unborn child and our future. I needed the money.”He sighed, his voice turning pained.“Mr. Sterling told me that if I was only a partner, it wouldn’t benefit me at all,” he said quietly. “With our business just starting, there wasn’t a guarantee yet that it would succeed, especially not without his help. So he wanted me to take sole ownership and to prevent someone else from sharing the profits with me.”“He wanted you to… betray my father?” Hailey said as the realization dawned on her.No…
“His… final words?” Hailey said slowly.Luther nodded. “I told him that I would do anything to make it up to him. I begged him for forgiveness and asked him not to die on me yet.“But I knew. We both knew. He was running out of time. He was already bleeding out, and the life was slowly fading from his eyes,” he whispered.Hailey felt a stray tear run down her cheek. “Oh… father…” she murmured.“I can still remember the sound of his strangled voice as he told me what he wanted from me,” Luther said quietly. “He asked me… to take care of his wife and his newborn daughter.”Hailey felt a lump rise in her throat. “He… did that?”“Yes. At that time, Nina… Mason’s wife, and your biological mother… She had already given birth to you and was unconscious at the hospital, resting,” Luther said. “And I… I never knew. It turned out that Mason, after recovering from his illness, accompanied his wife during the last days of her pregnancy before returning to the hotel and then finding out the truth.
[Present Time]-Camille Parker sighed, letting the memories of the past fade away. What happened back then haunted her until now, with so many what-ifs in her head.Things like, had she made the wrong decision? Should she have handled the situation in a better way?Would it have been better for her and her family if she hadn’t let herself get swayed by her emotions?‘Now I know why they say that eighteen is still young,’ Camille thought to herself wryly. ‘I made a few bad decisions in the past, but I thought that I was already an adult, that I was mature enough to do whatever I wanted.’‘And now look at me, having ended up in a situation like this.’At that moment, Camille thought of Michael and how wonderful he had been earlier. A little flush crept to her cheeks at the thought of him.How could someone have changed so much in the span of almost fifteen years yet still felt like the same exact person back then?That was how she felt about Michael. Even though his appearance and pers
Camille felt her blood run cold. Indeed, she shouldn’t have underestimated Christian’s multiple sources of information. He knew everything that went on. He was meticulous like that.She wouldn’t even be surprised if he had sent someone to track her every move. He had done it several times before. He probably even knew that she was aware of it, but kept doing it anyway because it was fun.‘Sadistic bastard.’If she could name one of the things that Christian Callahan loathed the most, it was a betrayal. He wanted everyone under him to follow his orders and not question them. If they opposed, their lives were doomed.So when it came to punishments, he had no qualms about giving them out.Just like his father.“I am right, aren’t I?” he said. “It was him that you met earlier, the ‘old friend’ that you mentioned.”She should’ve known.He had been behaving suspiciously, after all. She had suspected it the moment he made her take the afternoon off, saying that he had an important confidenti
The girl was still staring at her, her back pressed against the wall and her hands clenched in tight fists.Camille took a few cautious steps towards her, and the girl flinched involuntarily.“S… Sorry,” the girl finally croaked, swallowing hard. Her wide eyes darted from Camille to the men on the ground. “I’m… you’re… I mean… thank you.”It was clear that she was struggling to remain calm, but failing.Camille’s features softened.It was then that Michael finally rushed up to her, slightly out of breath. His attention was entirely on Camille, not noticing the way the girl took a step back at his sudden presence.“My god,” Michael breathed out, looking a little ragged. “Camille, you—” Then, as though deciding against what he was about to say, he showed her his phone instead, probably deciding to say it later. “I called the cops. They’ll be here soon.”Camille nodded and turned back to the girl. “Let’s get you out of here, okay?” she said softly.The girl seemed to hesitate. “I… I don’
A young woman was pinned against the wall, her eyes wide and terrified as she trembled before the three men surrounding her.She looked so young, probably still in her teens. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and she was wearing a black hooded jacket, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Basically just casual clothes, with nothing about her standing out.One of the men had a hand over her mouth to muffle her whimpering. Another leaned in close and spoke to her in a sickly sweet tone, apparently taunting her about something.The third man stood a short distance away, probably acting as a lookout, but he seemed to be so involved in what was happening that he failed to see Camille lurking in the shadows.“Come on, sweetheart,” the man closest to the girl crooned. “You made things real hard for my buddy, you know? You think you can just walk away from us like that?”The girl squirmed, trying her best to push the man’s hand away from her mouth.But she didn’t have the strengt
“Hear what?” Michael asked, puzzled.When she didn’t reply and started wandering towards a certain direction, he paused and strained to listen.He really didn’t hear anything, but that was probably because he had been too distracted by Camille.Meanwhile, Camille moved towards the source of the noise, hearing it more clearly now. Maybe it was because of her self-defense lessons and her natural attentiveness to her surroundings, but she could usually pick up on small details that no other person would notice unless they were paying close attention.This time there was another sound, and it was like a low, threatening voice, followed by another scream that sounded even more desperate. They gradually faded, though, as if they were slowly receding.Camille couldn’t let them do that.She walked briskly until she spotted something. An alley. Of course. Alleys, especially dark, narrow ones like this, tended to drive people away out of caution and fear. Crime didn’t disappear in a big city li
Fortunately, when they arrived at the burger joint, no one recognized them or anything. Maybe they did a good job of looking and acting normal.They quickly found a booth in the corner, conveniently away from prying eyes.As they sat down, the familiar smell of grilled burgers and fries filled the air, bringing back a flood of memories.“This place has changed a bit, hasn’t it?” Camille said, marveling at the renovation of the building. Back then, it had been smaller and had dull colors for wallpaper.But now, the surroundings were vibrant, and it certainly looked bigger.Michael grinned. “It has. It’s been ages since we were last here.”They eagerly ordered their usual: cheeseburgers with fries and milkshakes. They didn’t usually eat like this, especially on weekdays, so it was like a nice treat after working so hard.Camille was especially excited. She had been upset earlier, especially after what had happened with Christian, but now all that was fading away in the back of her mind.
That last part was out of jest, Camille was sure. It made the corners of her lips threaten to tug upwards.She looked down at her clothes. She was still dressed in her business attire — a fitted blouse and a pencil skirt — and she was also wearing a long coat to stave off the cold. Summer was over now, so the nights were usually chilly.She felt around her pockets and touched the hat that she had hidden in one of them. It was a black beanie that she liked to wear whenever she wanted to hang around outside, but rarely had the occasion to do so because she was always so busy.Her thoughts soon wandered into an uncertain territory.Was it a good idea to have dinner with Michael so late?What if someone saw them?What if…While she was still pondering over what choice to make, another message from Michael came in.‘I thought we could go to that burger place that we used to go to back in high school. We could also get some snacks at the nearby food stalls if you want.’Camille blinked, her
When Camille ended the call, she leaned back against the bench, feeling the energy drain out of her.Now, all pretenses were gone. She closed her eyes and allowed herself a moment of peace, feeling the sensation of the evening breeze against her exposed skin.It was a cold night, but she didn’t really mind. The day’s events had taken a lot out of her, and she preferred to cool off rather than simmer in the heat of anger any longer.She could act strong, independent, and reliable in front of her brothers like the big sister that she was supposed to be, but once she was alone with nobody to display that mask to, she was a wreck. A mess of emotions. Someone who had developed a limit that grew shorter and shorter through time.Now, she was a woman who could barely control her anger and frustration, completely unlike the calm teenager she used to be. With these negative emotions making her mood fluctuate often, it made her feel like a shadow of who she once was.‘Since when have I become t
After shutting down the computer, Camille cast a glance at the closed door of Christian’s office and felt a grimace contort her features.He had gone home earlier before her, but that was only because he needed to get ready to entertain guests at his father’s mansion tonight. Maybe his relatives were coming to pay a visit, or maybe they were very important clients. Camille didn’t really care.At least she didn’t need to face him again later on. The thought of that kiss that he had forced upon her made her feel like gooseflesh were crawling up her skin. Not a pleasant sensation at all.Camille shook her head vehemently, as if that would help force the memory away.She refused to think about that dreadful incident anymore. If she continued to dwell on it, she would only end up tearing her hair out from anger and frustration.She had more important things to do than let herself sink into rage over Christian’s thoughtless actions.So, she packed her things and headed home.Since she worke
Camille didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to return to her desk without collapsing to the ground or stumbling in her steps.When she reached her chair, she immediately sank into it, feeling the hot vestiges of anger running all over her skin. It was as though lava was overflowing through several parts of her body, not yet evaporating into thin air.‘I need to calm down,’ she thought.When she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror on her desk, she was almost startled at what she saw.Her face was flushed, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her hair was also a little tousled in some angles.In short, she was a mess.She quickly turned away, unable to stomach the sight of herself.She felt so exhausted that she was already longing for the comfort of her bed back at home. To be away from all this confusing, chaotic mess. To slowly untangle all the knots in her mind and try to figure out what to do next.So much had happened in such a short time, and she wasn’t physically an
At first, Christian hadn’t planned to kiss her.He wasn’t an impulsive man, but in this particular situation, he found that the urge to do something reckless was quite strong.Not exactly a reckless move, per se, but one that came along with his irritation.It was just that, as he watched Camille’s expression and heard the subtle change in tone in her voice when it came to Michael, Christian felt a growing urgency inside of him that he couldn’t bear to ignore.He could feel it, that her heart was drifting towards another man, that her feelings were growing until they became a big part of her.He felt that time was running out and that if he didn’t act now, she might belong to him physically, but not emotionally.And he would never be able to make her heart waver in the slightest.And oddly enough, despite his pride in the fact that he was not the kind of man who would be carried away by his emotions, the thought of Camille never being able to be completely his unsettled him greatly.S