ВойтиThe morning light was thin and quiet. It spilled through the kitchen window in soft streaks, brushing against the edges of the counter and catching the faint swirl of steam from Jace’s coffee. He stood there, barefoot, one hand resting on the sill, eyes fixed on the garden outside.Morgan was out there.The man moved slowly between the flowerbeds, crouched low, fingers brushing through the dew-covered grass as if he were searching for something. Occasionally, he plucked a petal or stem and inspected it with a strange focus.Jace tilted his head. What the hell was he doing?Morgan had been hired to protect Mila, not to pick flowers. Yet, there he was with shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, sunlight sliding along the veins of his forearms as he bent to gather something else. There was an ease to the way he moved, the quiet confidence of someone who belonged wherever he stood.And that was what unsettled Jace the most.He sipped his coffee, the bitterness grounding him. Every time he wa
“Hello,” Elias said quietly, trying to sound sober and steady.“Hey,” Jace’s voice came through, softer than he remembered, laced with tiredness. “Mila was missing you, so she wanted to speak to you.”Elias straightened a little, his throat tightening. “Oh... Okay.”There was a soft shuffle, and then a smaller voice filled the line, bright and sweet and fragile.“Hello, Dad!”Elias closed his eyes for a moment, the sound of her voice slicing through him. He had not realized how much he had needed to hear it until now. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said, forcing a smile that no one could see. “How are you doing?”“I’m good,” she chirped. “How are you?”“I’m… I’m good too, sweetheart.” He sniffled, trying to hold it together. The sound must have carried because Mila’s voice softened instantly.“Are you okay, Daddy? Are you crying?”He let out a shaky laugh, brushing his face with the back of his hand. “No, baby, I’m fine. Daddy just has a little cold, that’s all.”There was a pause. Then, in he
The room smelled like whiskey and rain.Outside the hotel window, the city glowed a restless blur of neon and drizzle but inside, Elias Crane sat in near darkness. Only the amber gleam of a bedside lamp touched his face, cutting across his jaw, his half-buttoned shirt, the faint tremor of his fingers as he poured another drink.The glass clinked against the bottle.He did not even look at it this time.The whiskey burned down his throat, but the pain did not reach far enough. Not compared to the words still echoing in his head.“I regret marrying you.”Jace’s voice was low, cold and final. It kept replaying like a cruel record in Elias’s head. No matter how many times Elias told himself it was not true, that Jace was going through a lot but the words pressed against his ribs each repetition cutting deeper than the last.He laughed bitterly and leaned back against the couch. “You regret it?” he muttered to the empty room. “Then what the hell was it, Jace? The love, was it a performance
The morning light streamed through the kitchen window, soft and golden, spilling across the marble counters. The smell of toasted bread and scrambled eggs filled the air but the warmth of it all did not reach Jace’s chest. Not really. The house had felt too quiet lately, like every sound echoed just a little too long before fading.He checked the time again, tapping the countertop impatiently. 7:48 a.m. “Mila!” he called up the stairs. “If you don’t come down right now, you’ll be late for school!”His voice bounced off the walls, met with silence for a heartbeat then the quick patter of small feet thundered down the staircase.“I’m here, I’m here!” Mila’s curls bounced as she raced into the kitchen, pink backpack slung over one shoulder. She stopped short when she spotted the man standing near Jace. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, and wearing a pressed black suit.She froze mid-step, eyes narrowing in suspicion.“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging lightly at his shirt. “Who’s that?”
The morning air was sharp with the scent of rain when Aiden reached the gates of the Crane residence. The mansion rose from the manicured hills like something out of a dream. Cream-white walls with sleek glass windows that reflected the pale sun and security so tight it could choke a man. He swallowed hard. It had been years since he had last seen Jace, but standing here steps away from his world, the memories hit with merciless precision. The laughter that used to fill small apartments. The smell of burnt coffee on lazy mornings. The countless number of times they had made love. Now, that same man lived behind marble walls guarded by men with guns. Aiden adjusted the collar of his borrowed jacket, forcing a neutral expression as one of the security officers approached him. The man was broad-shouldered, sunglasses glinting. “Name?” “Morgan Cole,” he said evenly. The guard glanced down at his clipboard, then gave a curt nod. “You are on the list. Step forward, please.” Aiden obe
The hum of the library was low and steady. The shuffle of pages, the muted clack of a keyboard and the faint rustle of someone’s coat as they moved past the aisles. Aiden sat hunched in front of an old desktop, the flickering screen casting a pale glow over his face.His coffee had gone cold an hour ago, untouched the thin film on its surface unbroken. His fingers moved mechanically over the mouse as he scrolled, eyes scanning the screen with focus.He had been doing this for weeks, months even, sitting here, lost among the quiet whispers of the library and haunting the digital shadow of two people who had moved on.Elias Crane and Jace Crane: Philanthropic Power Couple Host Annual Charity Gala.Crane Family Welcomes Twin Heirs.Love After Tragedy: The Cranes’ Five-Year Anniversary.Aiden had read every one of them. He had memorized the headlines, the photographs and the lines about their perfect life. And yet, he could not stop.Today, the same article appeared again, the same one ab







