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CHAPTER ONE

Chapter 1 A Ridiculous Proposal

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Bang! The doors to the event room burst open. "Something happened to Lydia!" a man shouted as he stumbled in, panic all over his face. The words hit like a bomb. The room—decked out in flowers, ribbons, and romantic music, buzzing with excitement over the proposal—instantly went still. The man in the spotlight, still down on one knee, ring in hand, spun around in shock. "What did you just say?" Quade Zimmer, his blue-dyed hair as loud as his voice, blurted, "Mrs. Lancaster just called—Lydia's been in a car accident! She's at the hospital right now!" The words had barely left his mouth before chaos erupted—chairs scraping, heels clacking, people rushing for the door. It wasn't an exaggeration to say Lydia Wallace was the it girl of their circle—beautiful, talented, fragile in that heartbreaking way that made people want to protect her. Everyone adored her, pitied her, worshipped her. And now that their goddess was hurt? No one had the heart to keep celebrating a proposal everyone already knew the answer to. Even the guy proposing dropped everything and bolted. "Jasper—" The voice that called his name came from behind—soft, barely more than a breath. That was when everyone finally realized: the woman being proposed to hadn't said a single word this whole time. Somebody must've hit the lights in the chaos, because the room dimmed. The only glow came from the soft wall lights. In the corner, half in shadow, half in light, stood Claudia Lancaster. Her beauty wasn't the sweet, gentle kind—it was sharp, striking, unforgettable. But right now, her calm was unnerving. Her expression gave away nothing. "You don't want to hear my answer?" she asked quietly. Just a minute ago, Jasper Fenton had asked her to marry him. Now, halfway out the door, he froze. He didn't even try to explain. "Claudia, I'm sorry. I have to go to the hospital. Go home first, okay?" "What if I don't let you go?" Her voice stayed steady. "Jasper, you know I hate her." Jasper sighed, exasperated. "Claudia, not now. This isn't the time to start a fight." "My answer… you might only get it once," she said, calm as ever. Something about her tone made him pause. Normally, the moment Lydia's name came up, Claudia would explode—snapping, rolling her eyes, cursing Lydia under her breath. But tonight, she was cool, detached. Almost like she'd been expecting this. A flicker of unease crawled up Jasper's spine. "Oh, please," Quade cut in, rolling his eyes. "You've been obsessed with Jasper since, what, middle school? The guy finally proposes and we're supposed to believe you'd say no?" "Yeah, someone might actually be dying. You can get proposed to any other day." Someone else chimed in. "Exactly! The families arranged this ages ago—this whole thing's just for show." The comments stung, but Claudia didn't so much as blink. Her dark eyes stayed locked on Jasper. Waiting. Jasper let out another sigh and came back to her. Like always, he ruffled her hair like she was a kid. "Be good, okay? Don't make a scene. Lydia could be seriously hurt. This isn't the time for a tantrum." It was always like this. Whenever Lydia was involved, Jasper never asked who was right or wrong. He'd run to comfort Lydia first—and then come back to scold Claudia, soft and patient, like she was a spoiled child who just didn't understand. That was what loving someone from below felt like. No matter how you screamed, your anger was just "cute." Never serious. This proposal? It had never been a real question. Jasper already knew what her answer should've been. "Oh, screw this—I can't keep my mouth shut anymore!" Whitney Sawyer slammed her clutch down, fury flashing in her eyes. She'd been holding it in ever since Quade barged in, but enough was enough. "Jasper, are you her boyfriend or her personal EMT? How is it that every time Lydia gets into 'an accident,' she calls you? Always perfectly timed, always ruining your plans. Last time it was a date, now it's your proposal! What, she couldn't hold off dying for five minutes?" As Claudia's best friend, Whitney had spent weeks planning this proposal. And now, once again, Lydia had hijacked it—and Jasper fell right into the trap. Whitney's fury spread like wildfire. "And the rest of you! What are you running for—visiting her or planning her funeral? At this rate, Lydia should've died a hundred times already!" "Whitney!" Jasper's face darkened; the gentle, mild-mannered man vanished. His voice snapped like a whip. "Watch your mouth." "Oh, spare me." Whitney's voice rose, sharp and furious. "You can't stand to hear your precious Lydia criticized? Jasper, do you even remember who your girlfriend is?" Jasper's eyes iced over. Claudia caught Whitney's arm, voice quiet but firm. "If you walk out that door, Jasper, we're done." Too much time had already been wasted. Jasper pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Don't say something you'll regret. Claudia, we'll talk when I get back." He turned and strode out without another glance. He didn't even know how bad Lydia's injuries were—he just knew he had to go. He told himself, When I get back, I'll make it up to her. I'll give her an even better proposal. He also made a mental note to tell Claudia to stay away from Whitney; clearly that girl was filling her head with nonsense. The room sagged under the weight of it all. Even those who thought Claudia was being dramatic kept their mouths shut. No one wanted to cross Jasper—or the Sawyers. One by one, they slipped away. In minutes, the place was unrecognizable. Crushed rose petals and ribbons littered the floor. Wine bottles rolled under chairs. Frosting smeared across the carpet. The whole scene looked like a parody of what it had been—mocking the ridiculousness of it all. As the last few lingered, someone frowned. "Wait—Lydia's the Lancasters' adopted daughter, right? I heard she's Claudia's cousin. Why didn't anyone call Claudia too?" "Call her? What, you want to make Lydia's injuries even worse?" "Whoa, what's that supposed to mean?" "The usual. Miss Lancaster's cold, cruel, ungrateful… you know how it goes." The whispers started again—soft, poisonous, and familiar. They always did whenever Lydia's name came up next to Claudia's. Whitney's face burned with anger. She turned to Claudia, suddenly worried. Strangers' gossip didn't matter—but betrayal from someone you love? That always hit deeper. Claudia watched Jasper's back as he walked away, each step pulling him further from her. It felt like watching the years slip through her fingers—the boy she'd grown up with fading out of reach. Whitney had asked her once: If nothing had interrupted tonight, would you have said yes? But honestly? No matter what her answer was, the ending would've been the same. Lydia would never let her win. And Jasper would never choose her. The moment he turned his back, he didn't realize—while the future might feel endless, the woman willing to wait for you doesn't last forever. Jasper… this time, I'm really letting go. On the table amid the mess, Claudia's phone buzzed. A WhatsApp notification popped up, short and smug. "You lost."

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CHAPTER TWO

Chapter 2 Where Did This Poor Thing Come From?

Three days earlier, Lydia had cornered Claudia. "You know Jasper's about to propose, don't you?" Her pretty eyes sparkled—not with excitement, but with jealousy and malice. "I heard both families wanted to skip straight to the engagement party, but he insisted on doing it right. Said he needed to hear your 'yes' himself, or it wouldn't mean a thing. Aww, how romantic, isn't it?" "So what?" Claudia looked up, her tone flat, unbothered. Lydia's smile curved, sharp and poisonous. "So what? Claudia, what makes a sinner like you think you deserve happiness?" She leaned closer, voice sugary-sweet but dripping venom. "Wanna bet? In three days, that proposal won't even happen." Claudia just stared at her. To everyone else, Lydia was pure perfection—soft-spoken, gentle, all grace and light. No one would believe that behind closed doors, she could spit venom like this. She could've stopped the proposal anytime she wanted. But no—Lydia liked drama. She wanted to wait until the final act, to shove Claudia off the stage herself. Just like she always did. … After the proposal went up in flames, Whitney's phone rang. One look at the caller ID, and her face fell. She muttered a curse and bolted. She'd planned to drop Claudia off first—Claudia had arrived in Jasper's car—but when Claudia realized something was wrong with Whitney's mom, she pushed her to go. When everyone else was gone, Claudia stood in the wreckage of crushed flowers and champagne glasses, her head bowed, her expression unreadable. She let out a small, bitter laugh. It was late. The streets outside were quiet and empty. Claudia left the club with no desire to go home. She wandered along the river, the cold of the night seeping into her skin. Then, she froze. The hairs on her neck stood up—someone was following her. She raised her phone, pretending to take a selfie, tilting it just enough to see the reflection behind her. A group of men, shadows closing in. Her pulse spiked. She started walking faster. So did they. Her thumb hovered over her emergency contact—the number Jasper had made her set up a year ago. Back then, she'd broken some creep's arm for harassing a girl and ended up at the police station. Jasper bailed her out, scolding her the entire ride home for being reckless. He'd put himself down as her emergency contact, made her promise that if she was ever in danger, she'd call him—no heroics, no pride. He'd sworn that no matter where or when, he'd come for her. She never imagined the first time she'd call would be like this. "Claudia?" Jasper's voice came through, low and tired. He was at the hospital. Lydia's accident hadn't been serious, but she was fragile—born premature, easily shaken. Only he could calm her down. The whole Lancaster clan was camped outside. Lydia had finally drifted off when the call came in, jolting her awake. "Jasper, someone's following me." Silence. Then, his voice—cold, dismissive. "Claudia, I really can't leave tonight. Don't make a scene." He thought she was lying, trying to drag him away from Lydia's bedside again. Just then, Lydia's mother, Lottie Wallace, walked in with a glass of water. Her soft, elegant face hardened when she saw the phone in Jasper's hand. "Claudia!" she snapped. "Lydia just got into an accident, and you can't even be bothered to visit. Now you're out God-knows-where, making up stories? When will you grow up? Listen—no one's leaving tonight. Stop your petty games." She hung up without hesitation. On the bed, Lydia lay pale and trembling. Her voice was small, hesitant. "Mom, don't be mad. What if Claudia really is in trouble?" Lottie sighed, disappointment etched deep. "What trouble could she possibly be in? This isn't the first time she's tried to pull something when you're sick." Back in middle school, Claudia had once called home in the middle of the night, saying she'd been kidnapped and demanding ransom money. The same night, Lydia had fallen ill. The family was panicking already, and the so-called ransom call nearly gave Lottie a heart attack. They'd rushed to the location—only to find Claudia walking out unharmed, not a scratch on her. By the time they returned home, Lydia had collapsed on the floor, alone. It was too late when they finally got her to the hospital. The doctor said another delay, and she wouldn't have made it. That night, Claudia's father had beaten her bloody. She spent a month in the hospital—and never once apologized. Lottie's voice softened, heavy with disappointment. "When did my sweet little girl turn out like this?" Jasper knew every word of that story. He'd even been the one sneaking snacks to Claudia's hospital bed afterward, cracking stupid jokes to make her laugh. But tonight was different. He told himself she was just acting out after the ruined proposal. He didn't have the energy for her tantrums. Tomorrow, when she cooled off, he'd talk to her, make her smile again. He hung up, brushed Lydia's hair off her forehead, and whispered, "Your fever's gone. Be good. Sleep." Lydia's eyes shone with guilt and softness. "Jasper, I'm sorry about tonight. It's all my fault. If I weren't so weak—" "Don't. You're never a burden." "Jasper…" "Sleep." Her lashes fluttered shut, and a tiny smile curved her lips. She'd sleep easy tonight. … Behind Claudia, the men closed in—slowly, lazily, like cats toying with a mouse. She kept running on, Jasper's voice and Lottie's scolding echoing in her mind. Maybe she'd been disappointed too many times, because she didn't even feel sad anymore—just empty. Hollow. The April night was warm, but it cut like glass. They pushed her into a dark corner. Claudia stopped under a tree, expression calm, eyes dropping to the ground. Then she moved. Fifteen minutes later, the men were sprawled across the pavement—arms twisted, legs broken, groaning in pain. Claudia, out of breath and bleeding, dropped onto the curb. She grabbed her phone with a blood-slick hand and dialed 911. After that mess in eighth grade, she'd taken up kickboxing and self-defense. She'd learned early: no one was coming to save her. One of the men, his arm bent the wrong way, started crawling toward her. Claudia's eyes flicked over, cold and sharp— Before she could move, a boot came down hard, sending the guy flying. A shadow loomed over her—a tall man with a lazy grin and the kind of face that could get away with murder. He looked down at her from above, tongue clicking softly. "Tsk. Where'd this poor thing come from?"