“Guys, everything is already going well between me and Jace,” Maya was saying sweetly. “I promised you earlier that I’d call him if we hit the target views. And since you surprised me…” She glanced at her phone and smiled. “He didn’t answer. Let’s try one more time, guys.”James slowly looked up at Jace.“You sure this girl’s okay?”Jace shrugged.“Nah,” James said flatly. “She’s not. Best thing you can do is ignore her. She’s fucking delusional.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Damn. My mood’s ruined. I feel full like shit, and I haven’t even eaten today.”On the screen, Maya leaned closer to the camera.“I see a lot of you asking me to go visit him where he’s staying,” she said shyly. “I’m a little nervous to do that… but if you really want me to—let’s get the views to twenty million.”James clenched his jaw.“If her ass had been dragged to court this morning,” he muttered, “she’d be on her way to a fucking cell right now.”He turned to see Jace already slipping on his jacket. “You

No fucks left to give, he turned back to the cashier, who finally looked ready to swipe his card.“Hi, Jace,” Maya said, dripping with fake sweetness as she walked up. Then she stopped. Saw what he was buying. Covered her mouth in mock shock.“I didn’t know you were this fast,” she teased. “Is this what you meant last night when you said you’d make me pay for everything I did to you?”The comments exploded.“Zoom in!!”“What’s he buying??”“So romantic!”“Jace…” Maya stepped closer, pouting—performing.The chat went insane the moment they caught sight of the purchase.“I told you all we made up,” Maya said softly to the camera. “And what happens next is…” she blushed harder, “I’m ending the livestream now that you’ve seen us together.”She reached for him.“Are you not fucking tired of this?” Jace snapped.“Oh, babe, I can’t be tired of you,” she whispered, trying to hug him. He stepped back.“Just cooperate,” she murmured. “Or I’ll slip, fall, and file an assault case.”“I don’t give

“What the fuck do you want?”“Language?” the other cop warned, sharp.Jace gave him an icy glare.“Well,” the first cop said, pulling a phone from his breast pocket and holding it up, “this is you, three months ago…trying to run off with this hairpin.”Jace squinted. Yeah…that was him. But stealing? Hell no. Even if it had been life or death, he wouldn’t just snatch something like that.“I don’t fucking—”“Language, kid!” the second cop snapped.“I don’t fucking remember this,” Jace shot back, not even glancing at the second cop, who looked ready to explode.“Well, Mr. Jace, we have CCTV footage showing you clearly took it. You passed through this place,” the first cop said, showing another picture.Oh…shit. Jace remembered now. But what the fuck?“I paid for it!” he snapped. “I paid! You can check my bank statement or something. I remember this day.”“Mr. Jace, it’d be best if you came with us to the station now. The supermarket owner’s already mad—but if you come willingly, it’ll ma

Mrs. Greg had been pretending to read something on her laptop for the past ten minutes. The screen glowed in front of her, full of reports she wasn’t even absorbing. She was trying to get some documents signed before the day truly began, before the staff arrived and started their daily grind. CEO, founder…titles didn’t matter. Right now, she felt small.Without warning, two of the security team burst in, breathing like they’d run a marathon, and collapsed to the floor in front of her. Behind them, someone…someone who looked like chaos incarnate, stood at the doorway.Jace Prescott.He scanned the room, sharp eyes cutting through everything, and demanded she call her son. She had called him seconds ago, but the boy—no, the storm—was already there.She swallowed, finding whatever courage she could. You know that feeling when a person walks in like they own gravity itself, surrounded by men who look like they were forged to snap bones with their bare hands? Yeah. That. The last thing she

What’s the opposite of power? Love. Real, raw, unflinching love. Maya knew it. She knew Jace still carried something for her—buried, simmering, untouchable only to the untrained eye. No amount of chaos in the last four days could erase that.So she played the one card she knew would get under his skin.She dressed in the kind of outfit that had always made him lose focus. Dialed the hotel. Breakfast was thirty minutes away. Perfect.Then Robert.“Hey,” she whispered, “this is your chance to redeem yourself. You in?”“Fuck yes,” he snapped, still smarting from the last fiasco. Cards frozen, memes circulating, ego bruised—this was his shot.Minutes later, they slid into the hotel. Jace sat alone, phone in hand, calm as ever, aura untouchable. Robert pulled out the chair for Maya; she spun into it with flawless flair, every movement calibrated so Jace couldn’t miss it.Phones peeked out discreetly. Livestreams itching to capture the drama.Jace’s eyes flicked to Robert first, assessing,