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Chapter One: Shadows and Secrets
The garage was dim, the only light coming from the flickering overhead bulb. The air was thick with the scent of grease and old metal. Akim stood by the open door, his posture slouched as he casually wiped his hands with a rag. His voice, soft and measured, carried an unexpected weight.
"Yes... he died six years ago, along with my mom. That's when everything changed. It's just me and Roman now." Akim's eyes seemed to focus on something distant, perhaps the memory of his parents, or maybe the present burden of carrying on alone.
Kayla froze. The words landed like a slap, the shock of it knocking the breath from her chest. She hadn't come here expecting this, hadn't prepared herself for this kind of revelation. The ground felt like it was slipping beneath her feet, but she steadied herself, refusing to let the waves of panic show.
"Six years?" she whispered, barely believing it. Her fingers gripped her purse tighter, the leather digging into her palms. "This is some sort of joke, right? Please tell me this is a joke."
Akim didn't answer immediately. His gaze flickered to the worn-down mechanics' bench, as if the answers were hidden somewhere there. "I wish it were. But no, it's not."
Kayla exhaled sharply, pacing the small space. She ran a hand through her hair, disheveled from the long flight, frustration building up like a storm cloud. "This isn't real. I came all the way from Los Angeles, thinking I was walking into some safe refuge. My father—he said he and your father were close. He said you'd take me in when everything fell apart. And now you're telling me... he's gone? Just like that?"
Her voice cracked, but she didn't care. The last thing she wanted to show was weakness. But the sudden emptiness inside her was undeniable. She had placed her trust in her father's words, and now she was adrift, completely unmoored.
Akim's expression softened, but only for a moment. "I get it. It's a lot. But the offer still stands. You can stay here—at least for now."
Kayla's heart pounded in her chest. She blinked hard, trying to hold back the swell of anger that threatened to overtake her. She couldn't afford to lose her composure, not now, not when everything was spiraling out of control. "I don't have anywhere else to go," she muttered, almost to herself.
Roman's voice cut through the thick air like a blade. "Yeah, you can stay, but don't expect any grand gestures or sympathy. We're not running a charity here." His tone was sharp, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms over his chest. He stood at the threshold of the room, his presence commanding despite the casual stance.
Kayla turned toward him, her posture rigid with barely contained irritation. "Oh, how kind of you," she said, her words laced with sarcasm. "So, I'm a burden now?"
Roman didn't flinch, his expression stone-cold. "You think I owe you anything because your father and mine were friends? That's not how things work. You want to stay? Fine. But don't expect me to treat you like royalty."
Kayla met his gaze with a fierce determination. "I'm not asking for favors. I don't need anyone to feel sorry for me. But if you think I'm going to crawl back to L.A. after everything... You've got another thing coming."
Roman's gaze flickered for a split second—too quick for her to fully read. But she saw it: something behind the hardness in his eyes. Was it curiosity? Discomfort? She couldn't tell.
Before either could speak, Akim cleared his throat. "Enough, guys. Let's just get her settled in." His voice was firm, but it didn't carry the same weight of resentment that lingered in Roman's words.
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Outside the Shop
As Roman grabbed the bags from the trunk of the car, a soft meow echoed from inside. His brow furrowed. "You've got to be kidding me. She brought a damn cat?"
Akim chuckled as he lifted the black-and-white cat from the backseat, its small body limp in his arms. "She's attached to it like it's family, Roman. Maybe it's the only thing she can rely on."
Roman grunted, clearly unimpressed. "What next? A goldfish?"
They worked in silence for a few moments, lugging Kayla's bags back into the shop. Roman couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Is this her whole life in a suitcase? What the hell kind of person travels with this much stuff?"
Kayla, still seated on the bench, glanced at him, her lips curling slightly in amusement. "Style, Roman. It's called style. And yes, I know it's a lot, but you get what you pay for."
Roman rolled his eyes, turning away to collect more bags. But before he could move, he heard Kayla's voice again, this time with a sharp edge.
"Oh my God! Are you trying to kill him?" Her sudden shriek cut through the air like a knife.
Roman turned quickly, and for the first time, he saw a hint of vulnerability in her—her arms wrapped around the cat, her eyes wide with panic. "You two are unbelievable," she whispered to the cat, holding it close.
Akim approached her, his face neutral. "We're just taking the bags inside, Kayla. It's not like we're tossing him around."
Roman, his annoyance bubbling to the surface, shot them both a look of disbelief. "You're both insane."
As they finally settled the luggage in a spare room, the shop fell silent again. Kayla, her hands still trembling from the anxiety, sat on the floor against the wall. The weight of everything—the broken promises, the uncertainty, the betrayal—was too much to bear.
Her phone buzzed in her hands. The screen flashed with notification after notification from Instagram. "Queen Bee, more like Dumpster Fire!" "The Kornels' daughter is just another spoiled brat, no better than them!"
The words seemed to blur together, each one another wound in the growing scab of her reputation. She couldn't bear to read anymore, but it didn't matter—she knew what the world thought of her. She had been a punchline long before the scandal.
Roman's voice broke the silence, terse and clipped. "You need something?"
She quickly wiped the tears threatening to spill. "Just some peace, Roman. That's all."
Roman, almost as an afterthought, nodded and walked off, his mind already on something else. But before he left, he glanced over his shoulder at her once more, his eyes flickering for just a moment, an unspoken understanding passing between them.
Maybe this wouldn't be as easy as he thought.
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