Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 596

Yara really had some nerve.

Seeing that smug grin, I matched her smile. "I'm not sold on the idea."

""Not into Cole?" she asked, bold as ever.

I shot back just as bluntly. "Not really, Besides..." I laughed lightly. "If I married Cole, I'd have to start calling you and Hayden 'Aunt Yara' and 'Uncle Hayden. Kinda a downgrade for me, don't you think?"

Yara burst out laughing. "Fair point!"

"If I had to marry someone from your family, I'd pick your brother," I joked. "Sure, Thorsten's a bit older, but he's loaded. And he probably won't outlive me. Once he's gone, I'd inherit all his cash-and you and Hayden would have to see me as 'the elder." She chuckled. "I like your style, but you'd have to get rid of my sister-in-law first, and deal with Sasha."

Yara knew all about Thorsten's drama-filled relationships, down to the dirty details.

I was done with the banter, though, so I got straight to the point. "Miss Drago, I get what you're trying to do, but I don't need anyone playing matchmaker."

"Then go for what you want. If you still have feelings for Hayden, why not fight for him?" Yara asked, like she was actually invested in my love life.

for," I

were you, I wouldn't care about the reasons. I'd hold on to him no matter what." "Well, I'm

the sand.

then asked, "If Hayden left you because he had no other choice, if it was all

I overheard between her and Hayden

really be some

it would only pull me deeper into something I didn't want to deal with-but I couldn't help myself. "What

be better for him

me in the

up. "Miss Drago, enjoy the rest of your

and walked upstairs, needing some air on the terrace. But as I passed Wayne's room, I noticed the door

it when I

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it, I noticed a notebook hidden beneath some empty

out. I grabbed

not a recent one-this one was almost ten years old, with entries scattered over the years. The first page was from the day I joined the Johnston family. He'd written just one line: [There's a new little girl at home. She's pretty cute.] The entries were sporadic-just short notes every so often. His feelings toward me, and his resentment toward