로그인“You just got married and now you’re picking your wife over me?” Jayson’s voice rang out dramatically, drawing attention from nearby shoppers. “So much for brotherhood,” he added with a pitiful sigh.I glanced between the two brothers, already sensing how quickly things were about to spiral. Aiden, on the other hand, looked like he was one second away from physically throwing him out of the car.“Get out,” Aiden said coldly, his patience hanging by a thread.Jayson didn’t move. Instead, his gaze shifted to me, and a mischievous smile slowly spread across his face.“You’re really going to let him treat me like this?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as if I were somehow responsible for this mess.I hesitated, unsure of how I had suddenly become involved in their argument. “Just let him be,” I said gently, hoping to calm the situation. “He’s your brother.”Aiden turned to me slowly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. “So what?” he asked, his voice dangerously calm. “Would you pick
“Stop uttering rubbish,” Aiden barked, his voice sharp enough to make even me flinch.His brother immediately ducked behind their mother, peeking out like a child who had just been caught stealing sweets.“But I’m telling the truth,” he insisted, clinging to her arm. “Mother, back me up.”“Come out from behind her,” Aiden said coldly, taking a step forward. “Let me teach you a lesson.”“Mother!” he nearly wailed. “Help me out. Your son is trying to kill me.”Such a drama queen.I rolled my eyes.The contrast between the two brothers was almost unbelievable. One was composed, controlled, intimidating… and the other was chaos wrapped in charm.Before Aiden could take another step, his mother raised a hand, stopping him effortlessly.“I actually wanted to ask you something,” she said, her tone shifting slightly as she looked at Aiden. “Does this mean you’re healed?”Healed?I blinked in confusion.From what?Was Aiden sick?Why were they suddenly speaking in riddles?Aiden paused mid-ste
This was… not how I expected my day to go. If someone had told me this morning that I would be walking side by side with Aiden and his mother—who, by some strange twist of fate, had once been close to my own mother—I would have laughed it off as impossible. And yet, here I was. Still trying to process it. My heart had nearly stopped earlier when she studied my face and burst into tears. But strangely enough, that wasn’t new to me. When I turned fifteen, I had discovered something that followed me everywhere—the fact that I looked exactly like my mother when she was younger. Anyone who had known her always reacted the same way. Shock. Disbelief. Emotion. But this… this felt different. This wasn’t just recognition. This was history. And somehow, I had stepped right into the middle of it. “Why are you smiling to yourself?” Aiden’s voice cut into my thoughts. I turned slightly, realizing I had been quiet for too long. “Nothing,” I said quickly. He narrowed his eyes slightly, cl
I watched as my mother completely forgot I existed.That was the only way I could describe it.One moment she had been crying over a past I didn’t fully understand, and the next she had already pulled Arianna gently toward the sofa like she had known her all her life. As if I wasn’t even standing there.“Arianna, sit properly,” my mother said softly, adjusting the cushion behind her. “You look too thin.”“I’m fine,” Arianna replied politely, clearly overwhelmed but trying to stay composed.“Nonsense,” my mother dismissed immediately, her hands already moving to straighten Arianna’s hair. “How old are you again?”“Eighteen,” Arianna answered.My mother gasped lightly. “Still a child then.”I exhaled slowly, leaning back slightly as I watched the scene unfold.A child?Arianna was not a child.At least not in the way my mother was treating her.But my protest died before it even formed.Because Arianna didn’t look uncomfortable.In fact… she looked calmer.Almost softened.My mother con
Aiden's POVThe moment Arianna’s expression changed, I knew something was wrong.Not the usual shock people show when they see someone unexpected—but something deeper. Something that looked like recognition mixed with disbelief. Her knees almost gave way, and I moved closer without thinking.“Arianna,” I said quietly, steadying her by the arm. “Breathe.”She didn’t respond.Her eyes were locked on the woman standing in the center of the room, as if the rest of us had disappeared.My mother stood frozen too, tears already spilling down her face before anyone could speak again.I hadn’t expected her here.Not without warning.Not like this.“Mother,” I called sharply, stepping forward. “What are you doing here?”She didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze was still fixed on Arianna like she was seeing a ghost.“Aiden…” she whispered faintly, but her voice broke halfway through.Arianna finally moved slightly, her brows furrowing in confusion and unease.“Why… are you crying?” she asked soft
I kept my eyes on her for longer than I should have.Arianna sat beside me in the car, her fingers loosely resting near mine, though she still hadn’t fully gotten used to the fact that I was holding her hand. She was quiet, staring out the window like she was trying to erase everything that had happened earlier.Courtney.The restaurant.The confrontation.I noticed everything.Including the fact that she wasn’t saying anything about it.That alone bothered me more than it should have.After a while, I finally spoke.“Why aren’t you reacting?” I asked calmly.She turned slightly, confused. “Reacting to what?”I glanced at her. “Courtney.”Her expression changed just a little, like she had expected the question but didn’t want to answer it.“I already handled it,” she said softly.“That’s not what I mean,” I replied.Silence stretched between us for a moment before I added, “I saw her car leave the school area earlier.”Her eyes shifted toward me briefly, then away again.So she knew.
Stepping out of the car was a pretty young lady in an exquisite dress, her skin glittering like a diamond. The color of the gown was a bright gold combined with yellow, designed to resemble a phoenix. The bodice clung to her body, accentuating her curves, while the skirt flowed in delicate, layered
The ever heavily dressed Mrs Young stood at the grand entrance of her home, welcoming guests with a shiny, overly rehearsed smile. She was glammed to the nines, sparkling from head to toe like someone who had just been plucked out of a reality show and placed on a red carpet. Her gown was layered w
Aiden was dumbstruck, frozen in a rare moment of disbelief as the weight of the truth settled heavily on his shoulders. He blamed himself entirely—blamed his arrogance, his calm confidence, his underestimation of the Shadows. For years, they had preferred silence. They lurked in darkness, observing
Before the shock from Arianna’s call could fully settle in, Aiden shifted into saviour mode with a level of sharpness that would intimidate most grown men. His heart was still reacting to her unexpected voice—soft, breathy, almost trembling—yet his mind had already begun working, dissecting her wor







