"I am going to get married! This spring!" While shaking the finest wine in his collection, the first thing Knox blurted out was the news of his wedding. It came out of nowhere, like a thunderclap in a clear sky. At first, I thought I might have been drinking too much. But then I realized I hadn’t even finished my first glass of wine. "Getting married? To whom?" My gaze locked onto his as I swirled my glass. "You never mentioned dating someone. What is this? A marriage of convenience?" I tried not to sound bitter, but the news of my first love and best friend of twenty years getting married felt like a slap with thorns. "No! We met a year ago at a business conference. From there—" "A year?" I interrupted him. "You never said anything to me. Any reason for that?" Although my heart was shattered into pieces, what disappointed me most was his silence. Being by his side for twenty years hadn’t made a difference—he still chose not to be honest with me. "Are you disap
Mom had already left by the time I stepped out of the shower. I had been working non-stop for the past two weeks, and finally, I had a two-day break before my next project began. Wanting to unwind, I popped some popcorn and settled in for a rom-com anime. Usually, I preferred action, but tonight, I felt different. I considered a tragedy but dismissed the thought—too cringe. Hugging my knees, I stared at the screen, the popcorn and ice cream remaining untouched. Watching characters find their happy endings while sympathizing with the second lead, who cried over a love never meant to be, felt... stupid. What was the point of crying? Of agonizing? Of regretting? It was already decided that you wouldn’t be the main character in someone else’s story. If you love, you love selflessly—without expectations, without hope, without dreams. The buzzing of my phone went ignored. Talking to people at the end of the day felt exhausting. All I wanted was a moment to sort out my feelings in
The first time I met Knox was during a family vacation. I was quiet, and he was the boy who got smacked a thousand times a day for his mischief. At a BBQ party, I burned my palm trying to grab a piece of meat without realizing it was hot. My parents and his were enjoying themselves, so I decided not to cry. I was only five then. Hiding my burning palm, staring longingly at the meat I couldn’t eat, I felt miserable. That was when Knox spoke to me for the first time. He sat in front of me, silent. Then, without a word, he took my hand and started blowing on it, his touch gentle. “Hold something cold,” he said. “It’ll help.” I was five, but in that moment, I met my knight. Since that day, we were inseparable. His family even moved closer because we couldn’t bear to be apart. --- The morning sun peeked through the curtains—unwelcome yet warm. My flight was at ten, and I needed to leave. I had confirmed my departure in the family chat, just in case anyone thought I’d still be a
Knox, "I am sorry, Knox! I know that I am a bit stressed about everything. But if you explain properly, maybe Violet will be less disappointed?" Sarah Smith, two years older than me, smiled bitterly, her lips pressing into a tight line as she lowered her gaze. Her fingers trembled slightly as she gripped her coffee cup, her knuckles turning white. The warmth of the drink seemed to offer little comfort as she exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself. I had met her last year at a family gathering—an event I had little interest in. Though I never sought marriage, our conversations had flowed easily, and somehow, we had ended up here. She was the complete opposite of Violet. Where Violet’s presence burned like wildfire, Sarah was gentle, soft-spoken—an ideal match for Silverfang’s expectations. “She’ll be fine,” I murmured, my voice flat as I stared out the window. My jaw clenched slightly, and a flicker of uncertainty passed through my eyes. "She’s just upset that I didn’t meet her
Violet, I used to love love-triangle stories. The silent girl who harbored feelings for the male lead but never confessed. The one who acted cocky, annoying even, because deep inside, she feared losing the friendship she held dear. The one who longed for his attention yet never had the courage to demand it. That girl? That was me. I was bold in everything else, but when it came to love, my consciousness became an obstacle. What if I ruined everything? What if I lost the friendship we had built for years? What if we could never go back? But in the end, none of that mattered. I found myself in the role of the side character, watching as he prioritized someone else. I wasn’t surprised when he fell in love with another woman. But what hurt—what truly tore me apart—was how easily he discarded me. He never spoke to me, never explained, never even met me again. And all because she hated me. I should have been angry at him, but I wasn’t. I was angry at myself. I had placed him a
Sam walked toward us, his shoulders slumped, eyes filled with pain. A couple, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, approached him first, followed by my parents and Knox’s. Mrs. Smith, barely holding back her tears, asked in a trembling voice, “How are they? How is my daughter?” Sam glanced around before his gaze landed on me. He took a deep breath and said, “Knox is safe. His left arm and two ribs are fractured. He will wake up soon. But—” A tense silence filled the air as Sam turned to Mrs. Smith. “Sarah is badly injured. She may take longer to walk, but there’s a high chance she will recover, so don’t lose hope. However—” Mrs. Smith’s sobs cut him off. She broke down, clutching her husband. Though I felt relieved that Knox was safe, an ache settled in my chest for the girl he was supposed to marry. “However?” Mr. Smith, who had been trying to stay strong, asked, his voice firm yet shaken. Sam exhaled heavily. “Due to the extent of her injuries, she won’t be able to have children.” A col
Knox, Earlier in the morning A sharp voice broke through the darkness, pulling me from the depths of unconsciousness. "He woke up! Sir! Can you see me?" My eyelids felt heavy, as if weighed down by lead, but I forced them open. A bright light stung my retinas, making me squint. A sharp pain radiated through my head, chest, and arms, making me wince. My body felt like it had been shattered and pieced together haphazardly. Every breath burned. Yet, the moment my mind cleared, a different kind of pain took over. In the endless nightmare I had been trapped in, I had seen Violet instead of Sarah in the accident. The horror of it had been too real, too gut-wrenching. But now that I was awake, reality hit me like a freight train. I gasped, my voice raw and frantic. "How is Sarah?" The nurse, who had been checking my vitals, hesitated before calling for the doctor. That hesitation made my pulse spike. Something was wrong. Before I could demand an answer, the door burst open.
Violet, A chill crawled from my toes to the roots of my hair, spreading an unfamiliar unease through my body. It felt as if my world was slowly crumbling beneath me. "What made you think I would agree to this absurd request, Knox?" My voice came out cold, but my fingers trembled slightly. "Did you even consider my responsibilities as CEO? And on top of that—considering the fact that we both decided to stay child-free!" His face crumpled with shame, his lips parting as if to defend himself. But before he could, he exhaled heavily and avoided my gaze. "I know," he admitted. "Then why?" I pressed, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. Knox hesitated before finally speaking, his voice filled with an emotion I couldn't quite place. "When I met Sarah… I realized I was fine with having a child with her. She was the first woman who gave me the strength to want a family." His words were like a knife twisting deep inside my chest. So, I had been the fool all along. The day he told
“So you’ve started working the moment you got back from the hospital?” His voice cut through the silence like a blade—not loud, but sharp enough to carry a trace of something I couldn’t ignore. Was it resentment? Frustration? A little of both, perhaps.I didn’t look up immediately. My fingers hovered above the laptop keys for a brief second before I slowly folded my arms across my chest. Calm on the outside, but there was a growing heat behind my eyes I couldn’t quite contain. When I finally looked at him, I took in the change. He had gone out earlier in just a waistcoat and shirt. Now, a jacket hung over his shoulders like a shield he’d hastily thrown on. He was hiding something. “I told you to move out of my house,” I said coolly, my tone even though my leg tapped repeatedly against the wooden leg of my chair. “Why are you still lingering here? Your Sarah has already left, hasn’t she?”He didn’t respond—not directly, at least. Instead, he pulled a chair out from under the table wi
Leaning against the doorframe, holding the signed paper, Mirah scanned the contract with a disbelief grin on her face. Her eyes narrowed, lips curling into a half-sneer as she raised her brows at me with a are-you-an-idiot expression before striding in."I thought you didn't even have time to choose a dress for the Business Association Party. Now you’ve made a deal with Sarah to do what? Pursue Knox and make him fall in love with you? Are you that desperate, Boss?"The scowl on her face made my stomach twist, but not out of shame—out of effort to hold back my laughter. I straightened my back, casually lifting the teacup to my lips. The warmth of chamomile grounded me as I replied calmly,"I thought you knew me more than I did myself," I scoffed."Now I’m doubting it. I would've slapped her across the face and thrown her out!" she grunted, then paused, eyes narrowing suspiciously."Wait a minute… those conditions—!" Mirah’s eyes widened as realization hit. “You’re playing dirty with he
Knox,I lost control."Shut up!" I roared, slamming him against the chair, gun against his temple. "She is not part of this madness! She hates crime. She faints at the sight of blood. She’s terrified of the dark. She’s not like us. She never will be!"My pulse thundered. My hands shook."I will protect her. From people like you. From everyone. Not even my fucking grandfather can touch her. I will kill anyone who comes near her. She’s mine. Mine to protect.""Boss," Mark’s voice was cautious. "Let go."I stepped back, breath ragged. The man slumped, face purple. I had nearly killed him.I couldn’t believe it. Violet wasn’t like us. She was light in the middle of my nightmare. I had shielded her from this world with blood and lies. Now someone dared say she was behind it?No. It had to be my grandfather. That old monster had always wanted control. And he knew my weakness—her. She had been using her to control me. Not fucking anymore. Of course he’d use her to manipulate me. I would kil
Knox,Work on the weekend?Violet didn’t even blink. Didn’t question it, didn’t complain. Either she didn’t hear me—or worse, she didn’t care anymore. And that stung deeper than any bullet I’d ever taken.Each day, I watched her drift further away. And it was killing me. She didn’t fight. She didn’t cry. She didn’t get angry. She just… shut down. Like I meant nothing. Like we meant nothing. And for a man like me, silence was more violent than screams."Boss."Mark’s voice echoed through the underground chamber. He held a file in one hand, a laptop and phone in the other, face taut with urgency."They caught the rat. One of our buildings. You need to see him."He handed me the devices. Foreign. Not ours. "Found these with him. IT says he was siphoning data. Trying to steal our internal protocols."A smirk pulled at the corner of my lips."A man with a steel heart had the balls to crawl into my territory? Brave. But fucking stupid." I stood, adjusting my cufflinks. "Let’s pay him a visi
I froze. A flicker of something stirred in my chest—something sharp, unwelcome. She smirked and leaned back, watching me like a hawk. Her eyes searched for cracks, but I quickly masked it. Expressionless. As always.Still... I froze. Knox likes me? That was laughable. He didn't even see me as a woman. “What makes you think that, Ms. Sarah? Everyone knows Knox likes me. I’m his—”“Romantically.” She cut in..Her smirk deepened.I felt my chest tightening. It would explode anytime. But I knew what I needed to do. She was trying to push my button. And I would show her that I wasn't a weakling like her, “Hah. Are you delusional? If he loved me, he would be with me. Not you, Ms. Sarah.”“You don’t believe me? Fine. But what about you?”This time I straightened my back. I had planned to treat her respectfully since she came to talk business. But now she was testing my patience.“Do you think you’d be sitting here if I loved him? I don’t share—”“No need to lie to me about it,” she smirked.
Violet,My grandma, bless her soul, used to say—never provoke a soul if you can’t handle the outcome. Always stay humble with people who are honest, and stay quiet when you don’t want to reveal yourself to those you don’t trust.Sarah—this woman—I didn’t hate her at first. Not when Knox told me he broke our promises and got engaged. Not even when we first met. I actually pitied her. She lost everything. She didn’t even have the ability to get pregnant.I didn’t find any reason to hate her. I was envious of her. I had everything the world could offer—but she had the one thing I wanted most. And I'd trade it all, every last piece of it, just to have what she did..I thought she was lucky. She got my man.However, she didn’t think of me the way she should have. The way I would’ve blessed her—with my whole heart and a very expensive wedding gift.Too bad she thought she needed to compete with me for someone she already had.What a stupid girl.After she asked to talk, we came back home. K
Violet,I felt a strong thirst for him. When my eyes met his, I forced myself to act normal, letting the thirst dissolve within me. I ran to him, chased him, walked to him, and even crawled to him. Yet... he was never mine. Knox was there. The phone I saw earlier was his. So he returned last night after I fell asleep.When I returned to my ward, I found him frantically searching for me. Yes, for me. Seeing the man you love become desperate brings a whole different level of satisfaction—maybe something else. I didn’t quite know what it was. Yet, I wanted him to be like this—to want me, to desire me, to see me as someone he would love, kiss, and crave.“Hey!” I said, my voice calm.Although I felt a hint of heartache after seeing that woman, I could do nothing more than help her in the way that would secure her child’s future. She was ready to do anything for her child.The child was lucky—having a parent who would go to any extent to save him. I wondered how the kid would feel when h
Gisele,My mind was spiraling when that woman appeared before me. She was smug, her attitude arrogant—like she was looking down on me.When she sat down on the bench right in front of me, I was dumbfounded. It was as if she was enjoying my misery.She was rich, holding a black card like it was disposable, flaunting her wealth while I was ready to die for my son.When she asked me to give her what I considered my most valuable possession in exchange for my son's life, I handed her the most sentimental, most important thing I had—the ring my fiancé gave me the day before our son, Alex, was born. That same day, his father, my fiancé, died in a crash.I had never met such an arrogant and cruel woman. I thought she was mocking me—trying to show me I couldn’t do anything for my son. Not even the most precious thing my fiancé left behind mattered to her.She watched me cry like I was performing some tragic act that intrigued her. Her eyes never left me, but held an emotion so complex, it fel
Violet,I opened my eyes, finding myself lying in the hospital bed. Saturday was over, and now Sunday would end with this unwanted stuff.However, for a second, I looked around, wishing someone would be here. But nobody was. The tranquility of the room felt like a slap on my face.It reminded me of that night when I was lying on the bed with a knife in my back and no one around.Taking a deep breath, pushing those unwanted memories aside, I grabbed my phone to check if there was anything important. I didn't have anything to do at this hour.But the moment I turned my phone on, the flood of messages made me drop it. It rattled for a second before I turned off the vibration.But I regretted checking those messages."Hey! It's Mom. I heard you're hospitalized. Don't you think it's karma for humiliating the entire family?" — from my mother's number."How are you doing? I heard from Mom that you're at the hospital. I have surgery, so I won't be able to meet you. Be careful when you move ar