All Chapters of The Heiress and the Four Brothers: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CALThe tapping of chess pieces filled the silence of the living room. Ace sat opposite me, his body relaxed, but his gaze sharp as ever. I knew his mind worked faster than his hands.Ace moved his rook with quiet but purposeful movements. On the other hand, I leaned back casually in my chair, letting my gaze drift towards the large glass door that overlooked the backyard.The sound of Sera's laughter rang out, light as the wind touching the leaves. Through the wide window, I watched her step with Beck into the back garden. Beck, as always, looked awkward, but Sera exuded an aura of confidence, her every move feeling so natural.Across the table, Ace's eyes followed them as they began to disappear into the wall. His expression was flat, but there was a sharp glint that was hard to ignore.&nbs

DAMONI leaned against the net post, enjoying the brief respite after the first game. Ace, with that annoying winning smile, was clearly satisfied. But I didn't care about this game. I knew he was just trying to provoke me, especially with what he said about Sera. But I knew, he also didn't know what was in my head... or what was between me and Sera.My eyes followed Sera's approaching movements. Her slender legs stepped gracefully, her white dress swayed lightly, as if the whole world stopped spinning and there was only her. That face full of curiosity—oh, she had something to say, didn’t she?I gave her a lopsided smile, a smile that I knew would make her curious. “Something on your mind, princess?” My voice was low, teasing, carrying just the right edge of challenge.

DAMONThe door creaked as I opened it, the small sound was enough to make Sera turn her head with a sudden movement. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her body tense like someone who had waited too long in too narrow a space. Turner mentioned she was waiting for me, but I didn’t expect her to actually stay up this late—and in my room.Our eyes met, and I could see it in hers—anger. Sharp, blazing, and brimming with things she was dying to say.But I beat her to it. “What are you doing here?” My voice was flat, almost casual, though we both knew that wouldn’t last long.She stood up, her jaw tight as she faced me. “Where the hell have you been? Everyone’s been looking for you, but you just disappeared.”

SERAThe room was quiet, dimly lit, with nothing but the sound of our breathing filling the space. I lay next to him, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. But my eyes kept drifting to him—to that tattoo-covered body lounging lazily against the headboard. My hand moved on its own, tracing my fingers over the ink—lines so intricate, so mesmerizing.My fingers stopped at the wolf howling at a full moon, beautifully etched across his chest, covering most of his left side and stretching to his shoulder. “A wolf,” I murmured, my voice softer than usual. “Like your name.”I tilted my head, looking at the wolf that seemed to be howling helplessly at the moon. “Why does it seem bound to the moon? Wolves are supposed to be free,” I asked, trying to understand.Damon looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read, something unspoken lingering in his eyes. “Because the moon isn't just light to him. It gives him strength, but is also his greatest weakness,” he replied softly.W

CALLos Angeles greeted us with typical early fall air, slightly warmer than in San Francisco. The blue sky was cloudless, and the leaves were beginning to turn yellow on some of the trees along the streets. Vehicles passed by without stopping, creating a chaotic harmony that felt typical of this big city.In front of the terminal, a young woman stood with a professional posture. Her shoulder-length brown hair was neatly styled, and she wore a chic yet understated business suit. It was Gia, Sera's secretary. Despite her youthful appearance, she exuded an aura of confidence that was hard to ignore.“Miss Sera, Mr. Cal.” Gia greeted us with a warm smile as we approached. “Welcome to Los Angeles. The car is ready.”Sera returned it with a faint smile that was more friendly than formal. “Thank you, Gia. Everything go well?”“Of course,” Gia replied as she signaled the driver to take our luggage.I watched their interaction. There was a familiarity there, something I rarely saw in professi