เข้าสู่ระบบBefore Mom's surgery, Mason—yeah, the Mason Leonhart from one of Brighton's big-name families—suddenly "had" to go on a business trip and couldn't be at the hospital. A few hours later, Judy Yeager blasted a video on social. There was Mason, Mr. Born-With-A-Silver-Spoon, recycling bottles with her. Caption: [If we work hard together, no hardship can scare us.] I couldn't resist. [Future Leonhart heir, worth ten billion, still helping his girl recycle bottles to trade in for cash—heartwarming.] It vanished in seconds. My phone lit up. Mason's voice? Ice cold. "Shiloh Harrington, what was that? Call Judy. Tell her you were joking." I laughed. "Keep playing your little poor-boy cosplay without me." Hung up. Three days till the divorce cooling-off ended. Then Mason could be the broke man he was pretending to be.
ดูเพิ่มเติมMy heart lurched.It had only been a night, but Mason was wrecked—filthy, hair matted, cuts everywhere, face so swollen he was barely recognizable.I crouched beside him. He didn't move, and a cold unease crept in."Mason... Mason."Nothing.I was starting to wonder if he was dead when his eyes flew open and his hand clamped around my arm."Shiloh, I was wrong. Give me another chance—let's start over, okay?"Tears streaked his face, thick with regret and desperation.I almost fell on my butt. Snapping out of it, I yanked my hand free and shot to my feet. "Wow. Have some shame. I'm already doing you a favor by not calling the cops, and you've got the nerve to show up?"You were never on my level. When I actually cared, you blew it. Now? The gap between us isn't just big—it's, like, a whole galaxy."Go cry to Judy. You can drop the broke act now—you two are a total match made in trash heaven."At her name, his face iced over, voice rough."Don't talk about her. The second I l
The humiliation I'd braced for never came.The weight vanished.Xavier ripped Mason off me, threw a blanket over my shoulders, then went at him—fists slamming, cold and precise.Not a word. Just hit after hit.Mason groaned on the floor while the guards at the door stood there like statues.Finally, Xavier stopped, breathing hard. Mason lay curled, clutching his stomach, looking half-dead.Xavier shrugged off his jacket, wrapped it around me, pulled me in. "Sorry I was late."Then his eyes cut to Mason, pure ice. "Our family doesn't keep trash. You're done. From now on, you're nothing to us."Blood-streaked tears slid down Mason's face, leaving him like some broken, abandoned mutt.The second the guards realized it was over, they stormed in and hauled him away.Wrapped in Xavier's jacket, I shook, heart pounding.I looked up at him, eyes burning, and he carried me straight out—through the hall, into the car.We drove to a quiet spot in the suburbs, tucked between mountains
I tilted my head and brushed a quick kiss against Xavier's cheek.His lashes gave the tiniest shake.And then—boom—his whole face went tomato red.I grinned and poked his cheek. "Xavier, your face is burning up!"His voice dropped low, smooth. "Honey, you're playing with fire. You'll have to take responsibility."Before I could blink, he scooped me up and carried me into the car.The heat inside was suffocating. My own cheeks caught fire.He caught my hand, pulling me closer. My heart pounded so hard it hurt, his breath brushing hot against my skin.I shut my eyes, bracing for a kiss——but instead came a low chuckle and the click of my seatbelt.I opened my eyes to see him smirking. "Shy now?"My face went nuclear. His fingers tapped my cheek."Your face is so hot. What's going on?"Before I could dodge, his warm lips claimed mine.The AC blew cold, but we only burned hotter.He didn't let go until I was breathless, lungs aching.***We rolled up to the Leonhart estate
Wait—what?Wasn't this supposed to be a family alliance? Just using each other?So why does this feel like... he falling for me?The second we stepped out of the County Clerk's Office, Xavier's hand locked on mine like letting go would break the spell.At the car, he pulled me toward the trunk. "Let me get you some water."But when it popped open, there wasn't a single bottle— just a trunk stuffed with red roses, petals dusted in diamond jewelry.Total dream scene.And suddenly I was back on my eighteenth birthday when he gave me a diamond necklace. I'd joked, "This diamond looks like dew on a petal. It'd look better on flowers instead of in a box."He remembered?That was the day Mason and I got engaged. The day Xavier left for school overseas—and stayed gone seven years.We weren't kids anymore. The shy edges were gone.I slid a bracelet onto my wrist. "I really like it. Thanks."After that, he drove me to the hospital.The second Mom saw him, her whole face lit up."Xa
Mason froze, staring at the decree on the floor."You think I'm buying some fake doc you whipped up?" His voice cracked halfway through.Judy snatched it up, eyes wide. "Mason... this looks real.""I-Impossible. We never even signed divorce papers!"I smirked. "A month ago, when you tried shoving unqualified, no-experience Judy into the company, I told you it wasn't appropriate. You called me petty and said you wanted a divorce."I pulled the signed papers from my bag and slapped it in his face. "And you tossed this—already signed—right at me.""That was heat-of-the-moment! No way we're actually divorced!"Judy's smile slipped. Clutching his arm, she murmured, "If there's no love, divorce isn't bad for either of you."He shoved her off and lunged for my hand.I stepped back fast, like dodging something nasty.He froze."Shiloh, let's get remarried. Right now. I was wrong—I wasn't thinking."I gave him a look full of disgust. "The marriage isn't the problem. The problem is y
I gave Judy a look so sharp it could've cut glass.Her eyes twitched, fists clenched, but she stayed quiet.I yanked her straight to Brighton's bougiest club. The elevator shot us to a top-floor suite dripping in gold.And there was Mason—half-drunk, tangled in a pack of girls, spraying champagne like some wannabe rockstar.The place roared.Brighton's rich boys swarmed him."Fifth bottle tonight, Mason! No doubt you're the next Leonhart heir.""Tomorrow it's official—you'll run Leonhart Group and Harrington Corp. Top of the food chain, man."I crossed my arms and glanced at Judy. Her face was priceless—eyes bugging, jaw unhinged, riding the line between thrilled and wrecked. Then it hit her. Head down. Reality check: she was just another girl in a rich guy's rotation.Mason spotted me.One look at Judy's tear-streaked face and he sobered like someone flipped a switch.He shoved the girls aside, staggered up.Silence. Every head turned."Mason..." Judy's voice cracked. "Sh






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