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Oscar knew

Oh this is GOLD. This softens Jason publicly. Humanizes him. And turns the narrative romantic instead of strategic. Let’s write it cinematic. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t curated. It wasn’t staged. That’s why it worked. The podcast clip was still circulating when a new video began trending. Shot vertically. Slightly shaky. Captioned: “Is that Jason Sun???” The footage was clearly amateur. A restaurant patio. Midday sunlight. Muted city noise. Jason sat across from Marcus at a small outdoor table. No security detail in sight. No press. Just two men having lunch. The audio was faint — but loud enough. Someone had been listening to the livestream nearby. Jessica’s voice echoed faintly from another table: “In college, Amber had a massive crush on Jason.” The camera zoomed slightly. Jason froze. Actually froze. Fork mid-air. Eyes lifting slowly. Marcus looked up too. Jessica’s voice continued: “And Jason was worse.” Jason’s expression shifted. Confusion. T

You

I called Jason. No answer. Again. Voicemail. My chest tightened. I called Marcus. He answered immediately. “Where is he?” A pause. “He’s on his way to his father’s house,” Marcus said carefully. “Oscar made bail.” My stomach dropped. “And?” “He took his car keys when Oscar didn’t answer his calls.” I closed my eyes briefly. “Is he calm?” Marcus hesitated. “No.” That was enough. I didn’t wait for more. I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs, telling Pamela I’d be back. I had just stepped outside the Phoenix Asher building when I heard an engine slow behind me. I turned. A black car pulled into the parking lot. Jason’s. For a second I thought I was imagining it. He parked. Sat there for a moment. Then stepped out. He didn’t look enraged. He didn’t look wild. But I could see the storm that had passed through him. I walked toward him immediately. “I thought you were at your father’s house.” His jaw flexed. “I was on my way.” The admission was quiet. “

2 years

A month went by. No scandals. No livestreams. No emergency board meetings. Just… life. We took the children to Disney. Not for publicity. Not for strategy. Just because they deserved magic without cameras. Jason wore a cap and sunglasses and still got recognized twice. Alice insisted he scream on every ride. Alex pretended he wasn’t scared and then clutched my hand the entire rollercoaster. We worked in the mornings, traveled in between, and for the first time in years— I felt light. I found myself laughing more. Teasing Jason in meetings. Goofing around in the kitchen at the estate. Not calculating every word. Not bracing for impact. Free. I took Alice and Alex to a white hacker conference with my college friends. Their children were around the same age, and the chaos was beautiful. Alex was in love. Not with a girl. With code. His eyes lit up when he saw the hardware displays. He asked questions no ten-year-old should be able to articulate. By the end of th

Recipe

The rest of the day slipped by faster than I expected. Meetings. Homework. A quick call with Clara. A race around the garden that I absolutely lost to Alice. By the time dinner arrived, the house was louder than usual. Mr. and Mrs. Sun were visiting. Grandfather, in what he declared a “moment of culinary rebellion,” decided he would cook personally. It was… ambitious. The smoke alarm disagreed. Fifteen chaotic minutes later, we were opening windows and ordering Chinese. Jason leaned back in his chair, amused. “Mr. Asher, perhaps empire management is more your strength.” Grandfather gave him a look. “Leadership requires diversification.” Mrs. Sun waved a hand dismissively as she rearranged the takeout containers. “At least no one is poisoned this time.” Grandfather muttered something about ovens conspiring against him and last time not being his fault. Dinner settled into a comfortable rhythm. Laughter. Plates clinking. Alice attempting to use

Jaqueline Wright

The Sun estate had never looked more alive. Golden lights draped across the gardens, musicians played softly near the fountain, and the entire elite circle of the city seemed to be gathered under one roof. Fifty years. That was how long Mr. and Mrs. Sun had been married. A marriage that had survived wars in the business world, family feuds, and enough scandals to fill several lifetimes. Jason stood beside me, one hand resting lightly at the small of my back as guests approached to congratulate his grandparents. Inside the ballroom, laughter rose from every corner. At one point Pamela appeared beside us, a glass of champagne in her hand and mischief written all over her face. “As the official representative of the younger generation,” she announced loudly, drawing the attention of several nearby guests, “I think it is only fair to remind everyone that the next generation is already being planned.” My eyes widened. “Pamela—” She pointed at me dramatically. “I heard the dinne

Bet

Jaqueline opened her mouth quickly. “Well of course not, but—” I sighed softly, as if genuinely trying to help. “You have siblings, correct?” I asked gently. She blinked, confused by the sudden change of direction. “Excuse me?” “Younger ones,” I continued calmly. “The ones who probably received more attention than you did growing up.” A few guests shifted slightly. Jaqueline frowned. “That has nothing to do with—” “Sometimes,” I interrupted gently, “children who grow up feeling overlooked develop certain… habits.” My voice remained warm. “They try to compensate as adults. Seeking attention. Creating drama. Spreading rumors so people finally look their way.” The room grew very quiet. “As you can see,” I continued smoothly, “Jason and I are simply trying to avoid our children growing into that kind of emotional instability.” A few quiet chuckles rose from the surrounding guests. Jaqueline’s cheeks flushed. “You—” “You understand that, of course,” I said kindly. “If yo

Gifts

My phone vibrated quietly in my hand. Clara: What exactly did you do? Wright Co. stock just dropped. I secured 18% at a very good price. I blinked, then glanced briefly across the room toward Jaqueline Wright, who was still standing stiffly near the crowd. A small smile tugged at my lips. Me: Nothing yet. Keep buying if the opportunity stays favorable. Jason leaned slightly toward me. “Good news?” “Clara just bought eighteen percent of Wright Co.” His brow lifted. “That was fast.” “Well,” I murmured, sliding my phone back into my clutch, “panic sells quickly.” Before he could answer, the room shifted again. The large doors of the ballroom opened. Heads turned. Victoria entered. She was dressed impeccably, of course—silver gown, perfect hair, confidence sharpened like a blade. Beside her walked her new fiancé, Mario Becker. Jason’s posture stiffened almost imperceptibly. When they approached, he spoke first. “What are you doing here?” Victoria smiled pleasantly. “W

Love

As the attendants approached the ballroom doors carrying the velvet-covered cases, the quiet murmur of the guests shifted into curiosity. I stood. Across the table, my grandfather gave a small approving nod. Jason’s eyes followed me, calm and amused, as if he had already guessed what was coming. The attendants stopped a respectful distance from the elders’ table. I stepped forward. “Mr. and Mrs. Sun,” I said clearly. The room quieted again. “As a show of the Asher family’s appreciation for the courtesy of extending friendship to our house… and for welcoming the union of our families…” I gestured lightly toward the cases. “…we present you with the following gifts.” The attendants carefully lifted the velvet covers. A soft murmur rippled through the ballroom. Inside the cases were several antique pieces. Rare artifacts from the Asher private collection. A jade sculpture from the early imperial period. A pair of restored mechanical watches that had once belonged to one of

War

The next morning, the sharp sound of Jason’s phone ringing dragged me out of sleep. For a moment I didn’t move. The room was still dim, sunlight barely filtering through the curtains. Jason groaned softly beside me and reached for the phone on the nightstand. “Jason Sun.” He barely finished the greeting before a voice exploded through the speaker. Even from where I was lying, I could hear the shouting. Jason sat up immediately. “What do you mean investors are pulling out?” My eyes opened fully. I pushed myself up against the pillows. Jason swung his legs off the bed, running a hand through his hair. “How many?” A pause. His jaw tightened. “Since when?” Another burst of shouting came through the phone. Now I could clearly hear several voices talking over each other. Jason stood up and walked toward the window. “The other three families?” he asked quietly. My stomach sank. That woke me up faster than the phone ever could. “They’re backing out of agreements?” Anoth

Soft

I got out of bed immediately and called my grandfather. “They made their move,” I said the moment he answered. Grandfather sighed on the other end of the line. “Your cousin has made his move as well.” Of course he had. “He is demanding that the heir trial be shortened,” Grandfather continued. “He wants the companies’ values exposed to the media within the week.” I clenched my jaw. “With the current public narrative surrounding you,” he added carefully, “I’m not certain that will work in your favor.” I was furious. But strangely… clearheaded. I still had a better public image than Adrian. If he was pushing this aggressively, then he must have something else prepared. “Well, Grandpa,” I said slowly, “that means we still have time to help the Suns first.” There was a pause. “The other families have withdrawn their investments and backed out of agreements they had with them,” I continued. “Is there any way we can absorb those positions?” Grandfather exhaled quietly. “Meet

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