LOGINThe next morning, Lena woke to the sound of her phone going off.Ding. Ding. Ding.She groaned and dragged the blanket over her head.Ding. Ding. Ding.The phone vibrated across the nightstand, inching closer and closer to the edge.Then it started ringing.Lena reached out from beneath the blanket, fumbling until her fingers found it. Without even looking at the screen, she answered the call.“Hello…”“YOU STINKING BRAT!”Her father’s voice exploded through the speaker.Lena flinched so hard the phone slipped from her hand and landed on the bed.“All this has been going on, and you couldn’t even tell your own father?!”She hurriedly picked up the phone, her heart pounding against her chest.“Are you trying to send me to an early grave?”“Dad—”“Come home this instant! Are you even there? Hello? Hello!”Lena ended the call.She stared blankly at the screen, her hand trembling.“…What’s gotten into him?”She rubbed her forehead as a dull ache settled behind her eyes.‘Wasn’t he the one
Lena turned to stare at him, breathing a sigh of relief."Thank you."Theon kept silent. The muscle in his jaw kept ticking. She could see him trying to control his emotions, his hands still gripping the steering wheel like he was holding himself back from doing something reckless.So she let him be."Erhm… you can just drop me at my old house. I don't want to go back to—""Are you avoiding your father?"Theon cut her off. His voice was flat, but she could hear the edge underneath.Lena didn't answer."Does your father know about this whole thing?" he pressed.She looked down at her hands."I think we should pull over first." Lena forced a small smile. "I can't risk another unexpected brake, please."Theon didn't laugh. But he eased his grip on the wheel.The rest of the drive was unbearably silent. The only sound was the hum of the heater and the soft crunch of snow beneath the tires. Theon reached over and turned on the radio."—breaking news. Health officials are urging the public
The line went completely silent on the other end.Then Theon's voice came through, cautious and measured. "Roman, calm down. It might just be stimulation from the drugs. They can create illusions like that once in a while."Roman's breathing was still uneven. He pressed his palm against his forehead."I'm sure you're perfectly fine," Theon continued. "Have you noticed anything else? Any other odd symptoms?"Roman thought for a moment. His hand was still trembling slightly. "No. Just the... the fragments. Voices. Some images I can't place.""That's normal for the medication you're on. The chemicals in your system sometimes react unpredictably. But it doesn't mean anything is wrong."Roman closed his eyes. He forced himself to take a slow breath. "What about Evelyn?"Theon went quiet for a moment. "Her emotions could be stimulated by postpartum hormones. It's common. She might feel down, agitated, stressed out, or anxious. Her body is adjusting after childbirth."Roman's jaw tightened.
Roman's expression flickered—a shadow passing over his eyes. He quickly masked it with a smile, but Evelyn caught it."What are you saying?" He twirled her gently. "You know everything about me.""Roman."He was about to twirl her again, but she held on, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders."Roman, I need you to listen to me."His hand, which had been resting comfortably against her waist, stilled. Roman closed his eyes for a brief moment. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat when he opened his eyes and saw her serious expression.Evelyn nodded, seeing he was finally allowing her to talk."Okay…" She cleared her throat. "Why do you… act like everything is fine? You act like everything is perfect, but I know it's not."Roman's brows furrowed. He let out a short laugh to lighten the mood. "Everything is fine. You're just overthinking.""No!" Evelyn's voice rose. Realizing her loud tone, she turned quickly toward the crib. The baby stirred faintly, then settled.She took
Lena and Theon stood frozen as the door slammed shut in their faces. Lena blinked at the door. "Did I just— did I just get… kicked out?" Before she could process the betrayal, the door swung open again. Evelyn's face appeared, holding out a small plate. "Here. Mrs. Chen made these. I saved you some." Lena stared at the slice of cake. Then at Evelyn. The door shut again. Lena let out a long scoff. "I can't believe I'm being abandoned by my own friend." She grabbed the rubber fork and stabbed a piece of cake, shoving it into her mouth with annoyed determination. Then she felt a heated gaze on her. She turned. Theon was staring at her. Intensely. Lena glanced at the cake. "Do you want some?" He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. She sighed. "Why are you being so quiet? I noticed it." Theon's smile faded. He turned fully to face her. His expression shifted into something serious. "Is something wrong?" she asked, her voice dropping. Theon let out a deep sigh.
Theon didn't let go. His hands stayed cupping her face, gently pulling her back. “I don’t want to walk away again." His voice cracked. "I've tried and it’s not working." Lena's shoulders shook. "Theon…" "Just this once." His voice broke. "Let me be the one you lean on." Another tear slipped down her cheek. He caught it with his thumb. "I'm not asking you to choose me now," he whispered. "Nor am I asking you to forget him." He swallowed hard. "I'm just asking you to let someone be there for you." Lena stared at him as snow fell around them. "Why?" she whispered. "Why do you keep doing this?" Theon let out a shaky breath. "Because I can't stop." His forehead pressed against hers. “Because even when I try to hate you for making me feel this way… I can't." His eyes closed. “Because it's you, Lena. It's always been you." Lena's hands lifted slowly. They rested against his chest. "I'm scared," she admitted. "I'm so scared." "Of what?" "Of trusting and losing myself again.” Th
Being the third day and also the last day Evelyn had promised Roman she would resolve the issue, she logged into one of her long-dormant social media accounts. She took a deep breath and typed out a post, hitting the upload button before she could overthink it.The post reads: “This is Evelyn Hayes
Alexander nodded approvingly at Roman, his movements stiff and mechanical. "I'm glad you understand, my son. This meeting is adjourned."The dismissal came abruptly, even as several elders continued their heated murmurs of protest. Alexander stood and walked away with that same vacant expression, l
Maya responded to Evelyn's text instantly, dripping with confidence and smugness. ‘Come to the house. I'm always here now. Can't go out due to my popularity.’Evelyn had sworn never to set foot in the Hayes mansion again, but this was different—and necessary. Taking a deep breath, she returned to t
Roman's Bentley glided through the iron gates of the Sinclair estate, its tires crunching softly on the gravel drive. Leo moved swiftly to open the door, and Roman emerged with quiet, commanding presence. His footsteps echoed purposefully across the marble entrance as he entered the ancestral mansi







