LOGINLeon’s first reaction was disbelief.“How are you calling from Randy’s phone?”The man on the other end didn’t bother with pleasantries. His tone was clipped, cold, carrying an unspoken command beneath every word.“Don’t waste time on an irrelevant man. I’m sending you an address. Come alone. And Leon—don’t let Aric follow you.”The call cut off with a sharp snap—no explanation, no chance for questions, no room for refusal.On any other day, Leon would’ve hurled the phone across the room and ignored every last one of them.But he wasn’t the kind of person who would risk someone else’s safety just to spite them.And despite Jasper’s usual manners, if he was calling like this… something was wrong.Leon couldn’t gamble on the possibility that someone might be in real danger.He stood there for a few seconds, silent, his gaze drifting back to the bed.Aric was still fast asleep, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, lashes casting a small, soft shadow across his cheek in the warm a
The recording went on. Jasper’s voice had grown rough, edged with strain.“I’ll make sure that whenever he loses control, Leon will be with me.”Morgana let out a cold, derisive laugh.“Easy to say. Can you really stop him? Even when he’s perfectly well, you’re no match for Aric.”A burst of violent commotion followed.Something — or someone — had been knocked over.“Watch your mouth!” Jasper roared.“L–let… go…” Morgana’s breath rasped faintly, as though her throat were caught in a tightening grip.Listening, Leon couldn’t stop his fists from clenching. The veins on the back of his hands stood out sharply.Then Jasper spoke again, low and icy.“Did you think I wouldn’t realize it was you who ruined that child?”“Well, then, expose us,” Morgana retorted, panting.Jasper’s reply came sharp and venomous.“Of course I can. You and your sister are nothing more than pieces on the board—pieces my mother and I can crush the moment we decide your usefulness is over.”Morgana sounded stunned.
Leon lifted his head to meet Aric’s gaze, and this time, there was a flicker of stubborn fire in his eyes.“Let’s keep going,” he said quietly. “I want to know everything he did.”Aric’s arm tightened gently around his shoulders, his fingertips tracing slow, comforting circles along Leon’s back. But Leon barely seemed to feel it—his entire focus was locked onto the glowing phone screen, as if it were the only thing keeping him tethered to the moment.He knew it, deep down.The next recording would tear open everything he had refused to face.Aric leaned in, his voice a low, steady anchor. “Breathe. I’m here.”And then, with a tap of his finger, the fourth recording began to play.“My honored guest, everything has been arranged.”The woman’s voice slithered out, cloyingly sweet, sickeningly polite—a practiced veneer hiding something rotten underneath.“How?”Jasper’s voice was emotionless and detached, as if they were simply discussing a shipment, not a human life.“We approached his s
"Recordings?"Leon frowned and tapped five times in quick succession. Five audio files lined up neatly in the message thread, sitting there like silent keys to a secret, waiting to be unearthed.Aric glanced sideways at the screen. “What’s that brat saying now?”Leon shot him a look, then tapped on the first one.The recording began with a few seconds of silence—then a voice came through the earbuds, so familiar it made the hairs on Leon’s neck stand on end.“Did you find the person I’m looking for?”Leon’s pupils contracted, his voice barely audible. “That voice… why does it sound so familiar…”Aric’s brows arched slightly. “It’s Jasper.”Leon froze, stunned. He played the recording again, this time paying closer attention—sure enough, it was him. The realization hit like cold lead sinking straight to the bottom of his chest, heavy and suffocating.The recording continued.A woman’s voice followed, soft and honeyed, laced with a servile sweetness: “We’ve narrowed it down. Just a few
Leon nearly threw the phone across the room in frustration. He forced out a cold laugh, fighting back his anger. “You need money? Go ask your mother.”“No need to ask her. You—might be able to give me more.”The tone on the other end was casual, even entitled, making Leon’s hands tremble. He took a deep breath, preparing to hang up, but Randy’s voice stopped him.“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t hang up yet! Don’t you want to know why you were sold at an auction?”The words struck Leon like a sharp knife, driving straight into the most vulnerable part of his heart.Lisa and Morgana mentioned it, and now—his brother was bringing up the truth of his "auction." That night, that horrendous experience lingered in his mind like a wound that never healed. It was a knot he couldn't untangle, lodged deep in his chest.Leon fell silent for a few seconds, his eyes sharpening into icy resolve. “How much do you want?”Once the call ended, he yanked Aric from where he was, still fast asleep beside him, shakin
He averted his gaze, gritting his teeth. “I’ll help you… but don’t make it seem like some kind of romantic gesture.”Aric followed the direction of his glance, his eyes sweeping slowly around the room with a flicker of amusement.The hotel, in all its over-the-top service, had indeed gone a bit too far—scarlet roses adorned nearly every surface, bathing the room in a heady, suggestive atmosphere.“A setting like this does invite something a little different.”Aric murmured, his tone laced with a half-smile. “I just wanted a change of scenery—something out of the ordinary.”Leon frowned, staring him down. “Out of the ordinary, how?”Aric’s eyes narrowed slightly as though dredging up a memory. His voice carried a faint trace of resignation. “The first time was in a basement. The second, a cave. The third—granted, it was just a kiss—but it still happened inside a prison cell. You tell me, how is it that Aric Blackwood can never seem to catch a single whiff of romance?”Leon rolled his e







