“All he’s ever wanted was to get into the Sinir family, and now that Renee can’t live without him, he just took off like this?” Charles said.
“Yeah, we managed to get his flight info,” one of the staff replied.
“Check with the airport, see if he really boarded,” Charles demanded.
“Already checked. ke Alston did board the ne,” the staff reported.
Charles rubbed his temples, suspicion gnawing at him–did something serious just pop up for ke out of the blue?
Just then, May called again.
“Charles, any progress catching him? ke sure knows how to y games, huh? Pulling a disappearing act just to get us to treat him nicer. And now, with Renee so dependent on him, I bet he’ll be asking for the moon any minute!” May said.
Charles had thought exactly that at first, but now that ke really was gone, he started to doubt whether it was all just a scheme.
May was still ranting on the phone, and Charles suddenly heard a loud crashing from upstairs.
“Just get ke back within half an hour, no matter what it takes. Whatever he asks for, we’ll give it to him,” May urged.
Money’s never been a problem for us anyway.
“Mom, ke’s already left the country,” Charles said.
May sounded incredulous, almost mocking, “He just left the country? Didn’t bother to say a word to us?”
She’d thought Charles was kidding, but he wouldn’t joke at a moment like this.
May’s voice suddenly took on a worried edge. “So what do we do? Renee only wants ke.”
Charles sighed, rubbing his temples. “If we really can’t find him, maybe we should get a psychologist over
here.”
There wasn’t much else they could do, anyway.
The Sinir family wasted no time calling in a psychologist, but as soon as Renee realized ke wasn’t there, she went wild–screaming, curling up on her bed, hurling pillows, smashing whatever she could grab, and more than once threatening to throw herself out the window. The whole house was thrown into chaos by her breakdown.
May tried to hold her back, but ended up with several scratches on her arm for her trouble.
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Renee tuned out everyone else, just crying out for ke over and over again.
“You killed ke! You all just want to ruin my life! If he doesn’te back, I swear I’m jumping” Renee shricked at the top of her lungs.
With Rence shutting everyone out, even the psychologist couldn’t do a thing.
By now, Renee’s room was a disaster zone–barely anything was left whole, and she even chucked the food at the walls whenever someone tried to bring her a meal.
It only took half a day for the Sinir household to turn intoplete chaos–people running around, shouting, no one knowing what to do.
That’s when May remembered Ynda. She dialed her up instantly, insisting that she needed to get back ASAP and deal with Renee.
“You need to be here within the hour. It’s on you to look after the Sinir family,” May urged.
Ynda was still over at Ian’s ce, coordinating with a few Starlight execs.
She also had to y her part in front of Charles, so now really was the time to head over to the Sinir house.
She stood up, put her tablet away, and made her way upstairs.
Through the open crack of a door, she heard Ian talking on the phone.
“Of course I want them to suffer. I can only feel better when they’re miserable, understand?” Ian’s voice came through.
Ynda’s hand hesitated for a split second as she prepared to knock, but honestly, she wasn’t the slightest bit surprised that Ian had such a domineering, almost menacing side to him.
Knock, knock.
She knocked twice, her tone cool and detached. “I’m heading back to the Sinir family.”
Ian hurriedly hung up and turned around, the fierce edge in his demeanor vanishing instantly. “Leaving
now?”
“Yes.”
Ian couldn’t bear to let her leave, so he grabbed her from the hallway, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her, gently cupping her face<i>. </i>
Ynda let out a muffled gasp of surprise.
He pinned her against the door; her hand pressed against his chest, trying to steady herself.
‘I swear, you can literally tell he’s gotten way better at this,‘ Ynda thought.
“They’re going to make things difficult for you again,” Ian murmured.
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Ynda turned her head away, feelingn’s lips teasing along her neck. “Don’t leave any marks,” she reminded him.
Earlier, he’d been a little too eager, going over the same spots and leaving some new, deeper hickeys, practically walking a tightrope–who knew when Charles would notice<b>? </b>
Neither of them could risk Charles blowing up at them right now.
“I won’t, I promise,” Ian replied, a hint of mischief in his voice.
His lips grazed slowly over her skin, hisshes lowering to hide the burning heat in his gaze.
Ynda’s phone started ringing again—this time it was Charles. She guessed he wanted her to head straight over to the Sinir ce, since he was tied up and she’d have to cover for him.
She tapped the answer button and shot Ian a warning re.
He instantly calmed down, but couldn’t fully hold back, still stealing little pecks at her neck.
“Babe,” Ynda greeted him.
“Ynda, did Mom call you yet?” Charles asked.
“Yeah, Mom called. I’m heading over now. What’s going on with Renee?” Ynda asked, acting clueless but sounding sincerely concerned.
Charles didn’t say anything for a moment. Honestly, Renee had brought this whole mess on herself, and it was probably for the best if Ynda stayed out of the details–save her from holding any grudges.
“Her mood’s pretty rough. Go check on her, but just be careful not to get hurt yourself,” Charles said.
“Will do,” Ynda replied.
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His favorite ce was always her waist–his hands fit around it perfectly. She wasn’t just skinny, she had curves that could turn anyone’s head. Just a nce was enough to make your heart skip a beat.
Ynda needed to leave, so she tidied up her outfit in the bathroom mirror, making sure everything looked wless and crease–free.
Ian leaned in the doorway, half–casual, his eyes locked onto her gentle, delicate profile.
He swallowed hard, muscles visibly tense as he stepped over, sliding up behind her, surrounding her between his arms and the sink.
“You’re really beautiful…” Ian murmured, his voice rough with emotion, pressing his face into Ynda’s neck.
He breathed in her scent, voice barely above a whisper, thick with longing.
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Ynda buttoned up her shirt, knowing when enough was enough.
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Ian lingered for a moment before pulling away, his eyes still wet at the corners. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
She just gave him a look, not denying it, then pushed him away.
“I gotta go,” Ynda said.
He didn’t dare get in the way, just gave a soft “Okay” and hooked his pinky with hers. “Don’t forget to text me back.”
He looked genuinely worried she might not reply–with both of them so busy, texting was all they had to stay
close.
“I will,” she replied.
She gave him a quick smile and went to change in the next room–there was no way May would let her show up in this business suit.
She switched to something soft and elegant, almost debutante–like.
When Ian saw here out in that lotus pink dress, his gaze instantly brightened.
Ynda was about to head downstairs when he slipped his arms around her waist from behind.
“Ynda, you’re not allowed to have any other pets but me, got it? Or else…” Ian murmured, sounding half- joking but with an edge.
Even with his yful, vulnerable tone, there was a hidden intensity in his words—something dark and fiercely possessive, lurking just beneath the surface.
Ynda didn’t notice the hidden edge in his voice–she just went, “Mm–hmm,” while checking her phone. “Let go, it’s gettingte.”
“I’m serious,” Ian said firmly.
“Yeah, got it,” Ynda replied, brushing him off without much interest.
She barely spared him a nce as she nudged him away and headed straight downstairs.
Ian just stood there, eyes locked on her retreating figure, aplicated mix of longing and possessiveness flickering deep in his gaze, even after she’d gone.