Chapter 243
Author: Anakin Detour
last update2025-08-03 23:14:05

Vane raised his glass, the faint burn of alcohol warming his cheeks, eyes slightly glazed but bright with gratitude. The sound of forks clinking against plates faded into the background as he turned toward Jaden, voice full of conviction.

“This… all of this—it’s because of you, Jaden,” he said. “Honestly, I don’t even want to imagine what our family would’ve become without your help.”

He wasn’t exaggerating. They had been one step from collapse not long ago. Now they were sitting in a multimillion-dollar villa, eating a home-cooked dinner like royalty.

Vane took a deep breath, then chuckled, eyes glassy with a rare vulnerability. “I was always alone. Floating through life, going through the motions. Until I met you. Now, for the first time in a long time… I feel like I’ve got a real family.”

He looked Jaden in the eye. “You made me believe again. As your family, I swear on my name—I won’t ever let you suffer again. Not on my watch.”

Jaden didn’t respond immediately. He just smiled, th
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