บททั้งหมดของ After One Night With My Sister’s Prized Possession : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

The words pierced Jade somewhere tender. If only you knew, she thought. If only you knew the man you raised. Rob couldn’t even be honest with his own mother about the truth. About the breakup. About the cruelty he wore so easily. Mario’s voice pushed through again, urgent. “Jade. Decide. I’m here.” Her chest collapsed inward. No. The woman tightened her grip, almost panicked now. “Don’t go,” she begged. “Please. Don’t leave Rob.” Rain kept falling. Heavy. Relentless. Jade stood there, soaked through, frozen between two worlds. The past that broke her. The present rushing toward her like a crash she couldn’t outrun. All it would take was one sentence. One choice. Just say it. Tell him you’re not going anywhere. Stay with Rob… or run toward Kain. And whatever she chose— Someone would lose everything. . . . Kain was halfway through a second cookie, crumbs betraying him over the marble counter, when he heard the door. Soft. Rushed. Uneve

Her smile turned wicked. “Something strong.” “No,” he said immediately. “No?” she echoed. “I don’t think you can handle something strong yet.” Her mouth fell open. “Excuse me?” “I’ll get you fruit juice.” She gasped dramatically. “You’re violating my rights, Mr. Kain. And yes—I am very much a grown woman.” “A reckless one,” he added mildly. “Which is worse.” She stepped closer, hands on her hips. “Stop treating me like I'm a glass that’ll shatter, if I blink too hard.” His gaze dropped briefly to her lips before lifting again. “I’m not underestimating you,” he said quietly. “I’m assessing risk.” “Oh, I’m a risk now?” “You always were.” That shut her up for exactly two seconds. He returned with two glasses. She took hers, inspected it suspiciously, then downed it in one smooth gulp. “There,” she said triumphantly. “Alive.” His eyes widened. “That wasn’t impressive. That was alarming.” She giggled. “Magic trick!” “No more tricks.” “Spin me.” “Absolutely not.” “Kain.

“That is self-respect. Loyalty to reality…” “…You’ll realize that I was right. You cannot fix me to make me stay.” His chest ached, throat tight. He wanted to shake her, to make her see—she wasn’t small, she wasn’t replaceable, she wasn’t temporary. “You have no idea,” he said, soft, dangerous. “You’ll take up the world, Jade. You walk into rooms and shift the air. You’ll see yourself… one day… the way I see you.” She laughed softly, bitterly. “Impulsive?” “Extraordinary…and rare,” he said, voice low, trembling. The word hung. Heavy and impossible. “Promise me,” he said, stepping closer, hand reaching, almost afraid to touch her. “Promise me you won’t forget me. Not now. Not ever. When you leave.” She tilted her head. Studied him. Her breath hitched. “Why? Why should I? Why… do we have to—” “I cherish you,” he said, voice raw, breaking, almost shaking. “Every stupid, messy, perfect thing. Even if we aren’t meant to be. Even if this is the end. I want us to keep it. My heart…

Kain called the one person who could relieve him. “Finally,” Aunt Sylvia’s voice erupted before the call even rang twice. “You don’t usually call me, son. Is this the end of the world, or am I about to hear good news that makes me dance naked in the living room?” Kain pinched the bridge of his nose. “Aunt—” “Don’t ‘Aunt’ me, Evans! You ignore my calls like I’m telemarketer number one. Year’s ending! I want to attend a wedding! You didn’t blow the blind date AGAIN, did you? Honestly, stubborn enough to argue with a brick wall, I worry, I pray, I send smoke signals for your soul every day!” “Aunt!” He barked more than intended. Silence. She blinked at him through the screen, sly, triumphant, terrifying. “I’m at the hospital,” he said carefully. “Not ready for a lecture. And… I have no one else to talk to.” “What’s wrong? Hospital lobby got you looking like a dehydrated raisin? You know I’m your favorite aunt, your godmother, your personal therapist, and—let’s be honest—the only wo

And with a softness that did not match the chaos he’d just orchestrated, he said, “Welcome to your new home.” And he allowed himself to hope she understood what he meant. . . The wind was merciless. It tore at Jade’s hair, flung it across her face like a blindfold that pushed at her ribs. Fog rolled over the cliff in thick, ghostly swells, swallowing the world below. There was no ground. No sky. Just white nothing and the howl of air. Jade’s fingers were slick with blood. She pressed her palm against the wound at her side, but it was useless. The warmth kept spilling through her shaking hand. Her knees trembled. “Scarlett…” Her voice came out cracked and thin. Through the mist, a figure emerged. Scarlett walked toward her calmly, coat pristine, hair untouched by the wind. Her silver heels clicked against rock, steady, unhurried. Jade’s lips trembled into a fragile smile. “You came,” she whispered. Scarlett stopped in front of her. For a heartbeat, they just look