Mag-log inA few moments later, breakfast was over. Ace had returned back to his room. The maids had come in to clean the table, but as I stood to leave, Scott pulled me back.
“I never got to ask,” he smiled. “How did you sleep?”
I forced a smile. “I slept really well, thanks for asking.”
He nodded slowly. “You’re welcome.” He stood up, still holding my arms gently as we walked side by side until we were at the stunning backyard.
“This place is perfect,” I said, my eyes widening.
“Really? You like it?” he asked.
“I love it,” I replied with a huge smile on my face. “Can I look around?”
“Of course, you can. It’s your house.”
“Oh, thank you,” I said as I walked out. The backyard was so stunning, it looked like something that was painted in a magical fairytale book and was brought to life.
By the time I walked back to Scott, he was already seated on a chair close to the large pool.
“Come,” he said, “sit beside me.”
I walked slowly towards him and sat beside him just as he had asked. Before I could speak, he grabbed my hand, gently but firmly, so that it was hard to pull myself out of his grasp. As I turned to look at him, I froze. His face was barely inches away from mine. His breath felt really warm on my skin.
“Don’t worry, my darling,” he smirked. “I’m not doing anything... yet.”
I trembled slightly.
“So, just relax. Okay? With time, you’ll get used to me.” He pulled away slowly, but his eyes lingered longer. It felt like he was stripping me naked just by looking at me. That’s how strong and dangerous his gaze was.
I swallowed hard. “I’m not... I’m not—uh. I’m okay.”
Suddenly, I felt his hand on my head as he gently combed his fingers through my hair. Then his hand fell to my back, this time, his fingers trailed my skin softly.
“How would you like to go on a shopping spree today?” he asked. His deep voice cuts the tension like a knife.
I swallowed. “Shopping spree?”
“Yeah. You are my wife, aren’t you?” he smirked. “You should look the part as well.”
“I suppose you’re right,” I said, trying to smile away the shivers his touch was causing. “Will you be joining me?”
He laughed softly. “Joining you? No... no. Mary will. I trust that you will surprise me.”
I nodded slowly. “I hope I do.”
Even though I wasn’t looking at him this time, I could feel his eyes on my body. I couldn’t help but think to myself what was going on in his head, and that’s when he spoke.
“Have you met Ace before now, dear?” he asked.
I almost choked on the words that I was about to speak. “Ace? Your son?”
“Is there any other Ace you think I might be referring to?”
I forced a laugh. “No, not at all.”
“Good, then answer the question. Have you met my boy Ace before now?”
I swallowed, sitting straighter. “Yes, I have.”
He chuckled. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah,” I nodded slowly. “We go to the same school, but he’s a senior.”
“The same school?” he asked, his brows furrowed.
“Yeah.”
“But how did you manage to get into such a private elite establishment?” He leaned in. “No offense.”
I forced a smile. “I got in through a scholarship program.”
“Oh,” he muttered. “I see... scholarship. That makes so much sense. Cause you know. Ace’s school is very expensive, and I doubt your mother was able to afford the fees.”
He stood up, stretching his hand out to me. I hesitated a while before I reached out to him and held him. We walked out of the backyard together.
“I hope you’re not offended at what I said about your mum’s inability to fund your education at Preston Academy,” he asked as he rubbed my back softly.
“No, I’m not,” I shrugged.
“That’s good,” he said, his hands falling into his pockets as we entered the living room. “Go get changed.”
As I turned to leave, I paused, turning back to Scott. “You’re not coming with me?”
“Oh... no,” he said, using his hand to wave no at me. “Get Mary to help you upstairs. I’ll be in my home office. If you’re done, ask Mary to show you where my home office is, so I can see what you look like before you leave.”
“Sure,” I smiled. “I will.”
I turned and rushed up the stairs, heading to my room. Before I could proceed forward after passing the first floor, I stumbled upon Ace standing by his bedroom door frame. He stood shirtless and was wearing only a grey pair of joggers and slides with socks on. He had both of his hands in his pockets. His shoulder and head were resting on the door frame as he stood slanted.
On seeing him, I froze, lifting my hand slowly to wave at him, but before I could, he spoke.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” I said back to him, my voice cracking.
He walked closer to me, stretching his arm out. I looked at his hand and back at his eyes. I hesitated, but then I let him hold my arm. I hadn’t realized how soft his skin was.
“How old are you?” he asked, his eyes lingering on my body longer than I expected.
“Uhm...” My voice cracked as I tried looking away. Still, he held me.
“Can’t talk?”
“I can,” I chuckled, trying to mask my trembling voice.
“Good, so you can answer the question then. How old are you?” he asked again.
“I just turned eighteen.”
“Eighteen?” he smirked, licking his lower lip. He released his grip on me, took a step back as his eyes scanned my body from my feet up to my head. “Not bad.”
“Not bad? Why would you say that?”
He walked around me slowly, stopping in front of me. “You’ll understand soon enough. Seems you’re in a hurry.”
“Yes, I am,” I exhaled. “I was on my way to my room. You see, I’m going on a shopping spree.”
“Oh really,” he smirked. “How about I come with you?”
“I don’t know if you should. Besides, I wouldn’t want to disturb you,” I said, looking away. “Mary will be coming with me.”
For a few seconds, Ace didn’t speak. He just looked at me like I had just spoken a whole bunch of nonsense, and after a long silence, he spoke.
“Don’t be silly, Sabrina.” He walked back to his room door before turning back to me. “I’m coming with you.”
I swallowed hard, clearing my throat. “Never call me, silly. I think you should show more respect to me.”
Ace burst into laughter. “Oh, I’m sorry, stepmom. But you’re eighteen, and last time I checked, I’m nineteen. So, I’m older than you.”
I walked closer to him, my finger pointed up at his face. “Will you—”
He grabbed my hand, pulling my finger closer to his face as he licked it slowly. “I’m coming with you.”
And just like that, he walked into his room, shutting the door while I stood frozen. My body was trembling as my skin burned from a sensation I’ve never known until now.
“Now if you don’t mind,” my mom said as she tried to get into the house. “I’d like to come in.” “No.” “What do you mean no?” she chuckled. “Get out of the way child.” “I said no, mom,” I said again. But she didn’t stop. She pushed past me as if I were a curtain instead of her daughter, her heels clicking against the floor like she owned the goddamn place. Like she had never been thrown out. Like she hadn’t shattered everything she touched the last time she stood under this roof. “Don’t step into this house,” I warned, my voice shaking now. “I mean it. You are not welcome here. You are never allowed into this house.” Claire laughed softly, the sound was so light and infuriating. “Sweetheart, you’ve always been dramatic.” She kept walking. Ace moved instantly, stepping in front of her, his body tense, and protective. “Hey. Stop right there.” Claire finally looked at him properly, her gaze sweeping over him with an unreadable expression. Maybe it was calculation, maybe. Amuseme
It had been a month. A month and a few days, to be exact. I counted because pretending not to was impossible. Summer break was bleeding out slowly with just three weeks left. The days had become a routine of quiet mornings, long afternoons, evenings spent pretending I didn’t hear Ace’s footsteps in the halls or feel his presence like a ghost hovering just out of reach. I had perfected the silent treatment..., and with Scott out on a business trip, it was extra hard staying silent, because I didn’t really have anyone else. That evening, I returned from the salon later than usual. The sun was already dipping low, staining the sky in bruised shades of orange and purple. My hair smelled like citrus and heat, freshly washed, freshly trimmed, freshly styled with soft blonde waves falling down my back. I stepped out of the car, thanked the driver, and walked toward the front door with my bag slung over my shoulder. The moment I pushed the door open, I felt it. Him. Ace was seated in
My throat tightened instantly. “Ace, don’t.” “Why not?” His voice rose as he stepped forward again. “Why can’t I say it? Why can’t I tell you the truth instead of pretending I’m happy with someone I don’t want?” “Because…” I backed away once, then stopped myself. “Because it doesn’t fix anything. It doesn’t change anything.” He blinked. “How can you say that?” “How can you not see it?” My voice trembled, but this time I didn’t try to hide it. “Ace, I told you—I don’t want to speak to you anymore. What you did to Courtney doesn’t magically erase what you did to me.” His face fell. “I never lied about loving you.” “You lied by omission,” I whispered. “You let me think there was no one else. You let me fall deeper into whatever this is... whatever we are, without telling me you were with someone else the whole time.” “Sabrina—” “Don’t.” I shook my head, tears threatening again. “Just don’t.” For a long moment he didn’t speak. He just looked at me like I was the ground under his
I stayed frozen in the shadowed corner long after Courtney’s footsteps faded down the hallway and Scott’s voice chased after her. I didn’t move, didn’t think. My body felt glued to the wall, as if the plaster itself refused to release me. My heart was still pounding in my ears when I heard slow, uneven footsteps. Ace’s. He was coming this way. I panicked and almost ran. The urge shot up my spine like electricity, but my legs didn’t move in time. Ace rounded the corner, shoulders tense, jaw tight, eyes unfocused with leftover anger and heartbreak. He almost walked past me. Almost. But then he stopped mid-step, turned his head slightly— And saw me. His eyes widened. “Sabrina?” I swallowed hard, unable to hide anymore. He stepped closer. “What are you doing here?” He sounded confused… and tired. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. My throat felt locked shut. His stare drifted down my body, then back up to my face, staring at me as if trying to understand why I was rooted
I sat at the dining table with my hands folded tightly in my lap, so tightly my knuckles felt cold. The table was already set with roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, broccoli, and a bowl of salad, the usual meal the chef made when Scott wanted something simple. Yet nothing about tonight felt simple. It felt heavy. Tense. Awkward in ways that stabbed quietly under my skin. Michael had left, thankfully, and now only Scott, Ace, Courtney, and I sat around the long table. The seats felt wider than usual, the room quieter, even though Courtney’s voice carried its usual cheer. “So my last semester was really interesting,” she said excitedly, cutting a piece of chicken as she spoke. “We had this weekend retreat at a cliffside villa. Like, a literal cliff. And one of my classmates almost fell off because she was taking pictures!” Scott laughed, amused, genuinely invested. “A cliff? That sounds dangerous. Why would they pick a place like that for students?” “Oh, trust me!” Courtney said, ro
Scott stared at me for a moment, as if trying to gauge whether my excuse made any sense. I kept my face deliberately scrunched in embarrassment and pain, forcing out a tiny hiss like my toe still throbbed. It must have worked. The tension drained from his shoulders, and he let out a long breath, but it wasn’t one of relief, and not suspicion. Then he stepped closer and gently pulled me into his side with a protective arm. “Oh, sweetheart…” he murmured as his hand rubbed my upper arm. “You poor thing. You have to be more careful.” My heart twisted painfully. His concern was real. He genuinely believed me. Somehow, that made the lie feel even heavier on my tongue. Scott looked over my head straight at Ace, his expression hardening instantly. “Ace,” he barked. “You’re a grown person, and you’re still acting like a child. How many times have I told you to be careful around her? She’s smaller than you. You can’t just drag her around like that.” Ace lowered his head, guilt flickering







