SERA
This was my first morning as part of the “new Blackwood family”. Since their arrival yesterday late afternoon, the atmosphere in the house is much different than usual. Especially in these transitional times, almost all the house staff were mobilized to take care of the Blackwood Brothers' move.
They occupied the rooms on the second floor. Ace and Beck's rooms were in the left wing, close to mine and Reggie's. Meanwhile, Cal and Damon had rooms in the right wing. I rarely set foot there other than to workout.
I walked out of my room, wearing a warm gray sweater. The sound of quiet conversations and things being moved caught my attention, coming from the room closest to mine. I looked into the room whose door was slightly open. There, Beck was busy giving directions to a staff member who was arranging books on a shelf. The room looked only half tidy, with other items scattered over the bed and floor.
“Morning, Beck. So busy this early in the morning?” I greeted with a smile, leaning my side against the doorway.
His attention was instantly drawn and a smile spread across his face. He proceeded to put a book on the shelf before replying, “Oh, morning too. Well, it should start to feel like home, right? There's a lot to take care of.”
“Getting settled into your new room yet?” I asked, then gave a small nod to the staff member who greeted me. If I remember correctly, his name was Jonas.
“Well, it's still a mess, but it's gonna get neater slowly.” Beck's smile could have illuminated all the darkness in this world.
“Oh, that's obvious. You brought more stuff than anyone else here,” I joked, secretly looking around at his stuff: books, a guitar, some figure characters, a pile of vinyl, posters, two mugs that were probably his favorite mugs, and more. Oh, and there's a small restoration-like sofa sitting in the corner of the room.
Bet he's the kind of guy who listens to Lana del Rey.
Beck shrugged with a faint smile. “I just need my stuff to feel at home. How about you? It must be weird to suddenly have all of us invading this house.”
I was still eyeing the surroundings as I made my tone as casual as possible. “This is a pretty big house, and it always feels lonely when it's just me and Reggie. So, don't worry. I'm kind of enjoying the change in atmosphere.”
“Well, it's somewhat luxurious for my size. Blackwood Estate is like a castle. I guess I'll have to get used to it.”
“Don't worry, you'll feel at home in a week.” I took one step into his room. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
Beck's shake stopped me from joining him. “No need, but thanks. The people here are like ninjas. They know what I need before I realize I need it.”
I chuckled softly, glancing at Jonas who was also smiling at Beck's words. “They are indeed reliable.”
The sound of a door slamming startled the three of us. Jonas and I met eyes for a moment, it was like a new experience in this usually quiet house.
A second later, Ace passed by with a tense face. His jaw hardened, his steps heavy and quick. Perhaps because he was so upset, he almost didn't notice me. I could hear him murmuring in an annoyed tone.
“Uh-oh, what's going on over there? Ace looks like he just lost a big bet.” I looked at him from the door, the thing I saw was how his shoulders swayed as he walked like thunder in the middle of the day.
Beck put the last book on the shelf. “Maybe he just talked to Reggie. You know since dinner he's been a little tense.”
I looked back at Ace who was disappearing at the end of the hallway. A sigh escaped my mouth when I realized something. My gaze was drawn to Reggie's study, the place where Ace's antics had started. “I'll figure out what's going on. Enjoy tidying up, Beck. Don't forget to rest.”
“Have fun taking care of the drama this morning.” Beck's joking voice accompanied my steps to Reggie's office.
I walked in without knocking, as I'd done for all the years I'd lived here (maybe I should change this habit now that there were a few more family members). Reggie sat behind the desk, a pile of papers scattered in front of him. He massaged his temples as if he was enduring a headache, his eyes focused on reading a document in his hand.
“Morning, Reggie, are you deliberately making Ace look like he's about to explode this early in the morning?” My steps brought me to sit on the chair in front of his desk.
“He came to negotiate. I just gave him a logical answer,” he replied, without looking at me.
I raised an eyebrow, leaning back in the chair. “Logical for you or hurtful for him?”
Reggie sighed, then finally closed the folder and gave me his full attention. “He's stubborn. He won't give up his job at the law firm.”
I frowned, looking at him as he took off his reading glasses. “But didn't you say he could focus here?”
Reggie nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “Ace is pursuing a partner position at the firm. His ambitions are big. Bigger than I imagined.”
I smiled slightly, trying to digest the situation. Hayes & Chan was a large and prestigious law firm. Becoming a partner there would be very lucrative. “So, did you tell him to choose?”
“No,” he replied softly. “I'm just trying to give him some perspective, but Ace … he's not easy to direct, especially when it comes to his career. This could get complicated.”
I looked at Reggie with a thoughtful gaze. “Maybe he just needs time. I don't think Ace is the type to just … give up?”
Reggie looked tired, but his face seemed to show that my words about Ace's persistence made him a little proud. “Right, and that's the problem. I just wish he could focus on what's really important.”
Silent for a moment, I looked at Reggie with much judgment. He couldn't tell what is and isn't important in a person's life, even if it's his biological son—whom he had only met recently. I could even imagine how Reggie talked to Ace and said that the Blackwood Group was far more important than Ace's career at that law firm, or any law firm for that matter.
I let out a long breath. “I'll try to talk to him later. Maybe he's more willing to hear from someone else.” And in a different way of speaking.
The man smiled slightly. “Thanks, Sera. I knew I could count on you.”
I nodded, then walked out of the room, closing the door carefully.
My new life and challenges officially started today.
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141224, Anne Joyce
CALI’d just stepped out of the arrivals gate, suitcase in my left hand, shoulders tight from too little sleep. Paul’s smile when he handed me that tiny baby was still playing on repeat in my head.I glanced down to pull my phone from my jacket pocket, and when I looked up—I saw her.“Sera?” I barely believed it.Her hair was still tied back, her work blazer a little rumpled, and her face—God, she smiled like I’d just come back from war. Not that polite, careful smile she usually wore. This one was pure relief. Like she needed to see me. And before I could even process it, she started running.My heart stopped.The next second was a blur. She crashed into my chest with a hug that nearly knocked me off balance. My suitcase slipped from my grip. “Whoa—”Her arms wrapped around me tight, and I stood there frozen for a second, until my body caught up with the moment and I hugged her back.I could feel her breath tremble against my neck. “You’re here,” she whispered, like she needed to say
SERAI opened Damon’s bedroom door slowly, wearing his hoodie that was way too big on me—its long sleeves falling past my fingers. That familiar scent of his—darkly masculine, faint smoke, and worn leather—still clung to the fabric. Still clung to me. My bare feet padded across the cold marble floor, hair still messy from the night before.I thought the house was still quiet.But just as I crossed into the left wing—so close to my room—my steps halted when a tall figure with tousled blond hair emerged from the room right next to mine.Beck. Holding a mug of coffee, dressed in a loose shirt and crumpled pants. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. Just for a moment, but long enough to see the way his pupils widened. How his smile flickered for the briefest second, before slowly fading away.There was silence for a few seconds. I tried to speak. Say something. Anything.But Beck spoke first. “Morning,” he said, his voice calm and soft. Almost too calm.I bit my lip. “Beck, I—”“It’
DAMONI woke up to a soft sound. A choked whimper from the side of the bed. Sera was squirming restlessly under the blanket, her face drenched in sweat. Her brow furrowed, her breaths shallow as if she were drowning in something I couldn't see, something terrifying her.My hand moved instinctively to her shoulder. “Sera?” I whispered. She didn’t wake. My fingers brushed down her arm, gave a gentle shake. “Wake up, baby. You’re dreaming.”Her body stiffened all at once. In a heartbeat, her eyes snapped open so wide, terrified. I froze. It was like she wasn’t seeing me—like she was still trapped in a place I couldn’t reach.“Sera,” I repeated softly, but her breathing grew more frantic. Her chest rose and fell in sharp, broken rhythms. She sat up fast, clutching the sheets like they were the only thing keeping her tethered to this world.My heart clenched. My breath caught in my throat seeing her like this. Minutes ago, I had her curled against me, gasping my name like it was the only w
DAMONSera’s body felt so small, so light in my arms. Her skin was warm, soft, but ever since that agreement, I couldn’t leave marks on her anymore. Not like before. Not as deep. Not as many. Even if sometimes, I still lost control.I stroked her back slowly, fingers combing through her hair, letting the weight of our breathing settle into something quiet, something steady.The silence broke when she spoke with a low voice, heavy with sleepiness. “There’s a gala next month. It’s also supposed to be Ace’s birthday party,” she said, catching my hand and resting it over her waist. “You’re going public. All four of you. Tomorrow, Grant’s gonna brief everyone—once Cal’s back.”I hummed in response, nodding, fingers still trailing lazily along her spine. Of course Grant would start laying out the plan—Reggie’s plan. Our fight wasn’t over. Maybe it hadn’t even started yet.To be honest, I never took it seriously in the beginning. I never wanted to be the heir to anything. I just wanted out.
DAMONShe really went full bad girl when she barged into my room wearing nothing but a black T-shirt—my T-shirt. Somehow, that was even hotter than if she’d walked in naked.“Is this how you study? Half-naked and dangerously hot?” she asked, arm crossed.I was actually trying to be a better man for once, doing some homework on the Blackwood Group. But the second I saw her standing there—bare legs, messy hair, those big challenging eyes like a sin straight out of hell—I lost it.My body moved before my brain caught up. One breath and I already had her in my arms, kissing her hard, hungry, with an urge I couldn’t fake if I tried.“You really want me to lose my mind tonight, huh, princess?” I murmured against her mouth.She just let out this low, dirty laugh—one that made me instantly harder—and ran her fingers down my bare chest, like she knew exactly how easy it was to make me fall apart.“You’re not scared of me at all, are you?” I whispered, my hand wrapped around her neck.She looke
SERAAfter Grant left, taking his ambitious ideas with him, I was about to refill my tea when I noticed something out the front window. Something mildly alarming. Or mildly hilarious. Or both.Ace was standing in the driveway—sleeves rolled up, jaw clenched, looking like a man on the brink of a very controlled meltdown. Beside him, Beck sat behind the wheel of a car that I’d known, since their arrival, would end up being Beck’s. And from the way Beck gripped the steering wheel like it was a giant paintbrush, I knew this was going to be entertaining.I stepped outside, leaning against the doorframe, secretly wondering how long Ace could last before losing it.“Brake’s on the left, Beckett,” Ace said flatly, the use of Beckett and that tone suggesting his patience was hanging by 12%.Beck nodded, fully committed—and promptly stomped on the pedal, launching the car forward like a wild horse out of its stable. Ace jumped to the side with a sharp curse. “That’s the gas, you idiot!”Beck p
SERAI was on my third email, fourth sip of cold coffee, and possibly my hundredth sigh when a knock landed on my door—soft, polite, but too familiar to ignore.Before I could say anything, the door creaked open just enough to let Cal’s head peek through.“Hey,” he said, a little grin on his face. I automatically stood up. "Cal? What are you—"“Tell me you haven’t eaten.”I blinked. “Is that a trick question?”He opened the door wider, revealing a brown paper bag in one hand. “Didn’t think so.”“You’re ridiculous.”“And you’re predictable.”He walked in, and the smell hit me before he even sat down: grilled chicken, something spicy. My stomach betrayed me with a growl.“God, that smells unfairly good,” kataku, menyusulnya duduk di sofa.He set the bag on the table, pulled out a container, then handed me a fork like this was some scheduled meeting on my calendar. “Eat first. You can hate me later.”I gave him a look. “I don’t hate you.”“Not even a little?”I tried not to smile. Faile
ACEI didn’t know who started it. But the second our lips met again, I stopped thinking.This kiss was deeper—bolder. Her breath hitched, and her body shifted a little in my lap, like she was trying to find a more comfortable position … or maybe something closer. Something more.I let out a quiet sigh as my fingers slipped under the collar of her pajama shirt, brushing against her warm skin. She tensed for a second, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she reached up, grabbed the back of my neck, and kissed me harder. Her lips demanding, her tongue tracing mine in a rhythm that made my thoughts go static.My sanity was almost gone.She moved again—arched her hips, sliding in closer. Her knees were braced beside my waist now, bodies aligned. Her chest pressed to mine, her stomach against me. I could feel her heartbeat, wild and uneven.My hand slipped under her shirt, finding the smooth line of her back. I traced her spine slowly, deliberately.And yeah—I’d been hard for a while now.She kne
ACEI set my alarm for 2:40. Three nights in a row. Not because I had insomnia. I just … needed to make sure of something.The first night, I just sat here. Nothing happened.The second night, I made chamomile tea. Still nothing.The third night—tonight—I sat on the old leather couch facing the door, turned on the dim reading lamp, and opened a book I wasn’t really reading. The tea I made was still steaming on the little side table next to me. Two cups. I didn’t even drink tea, but I kept putting it there. Some kind of ritual I made up for myself. The reading lamp cast a soft glow, lighting up a random stack of books I picked just to make it look like I was reading. And the door … I left it open. Just a crack. Just enough for someone walking by to see the light inside. Just enough to be a quiet invitation.Until I finally heard it—the bedroom door creaking open, then light footsteps in the hallway at 3 a.m.And there she was.Sera stood in the library doorway. Her hair was messily ti