Faux Vows, True Desires

Cecilia breezed up to him, her smile as bright as the summer sun. "Since you'd do anything for me, let's go," she said with a playful twinkle in her eye.

Owen, slightly befuddled by her rapid change of pace, followed nonetheless, asking as they walked, "Where are we headed?"

"Just follow me, that's all you need to know."

With a nod, Owen obediently followed Cecilia out of the shop.

Stepping outside, they saw Lucinda and her husband Stefan, hand in hand, returning from the market, Stefan laden with grocery bags filled with the makings of a classic Sunday roast.

Owen couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at the sight of the affectionate couple.

He had held Cecilia's hand, wrapped his arms around her, and yes, even stolen a secret kiss-a detail Cecilia was blissfully unaware of.

But ever since the divorce, as he pursued Cecilia with genuine intent, his touches had become rare, a testament of his respect for her boundaries.

"Hey Lucy," Cecilia called out, pausing as their friends approached. "Could you mind the shop for a bit?"

"Sure thing," Lucinda replied, not questioning Cecilia's plans with Owen-it was her usual weekend duty to run the shop.

Cecilia wheeled over her electric scooter, a modest vehicle compared to the luxury car Owen had offered her, which she'd steadfastly refused to accept. To truly love someone, Owen had learned, meant considering their feelings in every action, respecting their choices, never pressuring them into anything they disliked.

Mounting the scooter, Cecilia looked back at Owen. "Hop on."

can drive," Owen

hurting yourself or, heaven forbid, flipping us over. Get on, or I'll leave without you if you keep fussing." Hearing this, Owen

at Owen, showing off in front of me. He's got a long way to go before he

this hour, Cecilia wouldn't normally fancy a ride," Stefan mused. "Only Owen could be thrilled

let's get inside before we roast out here," he said, leading Lucinda back

brother Keith and check if he's

nodded and reached for her phone. Keith

driving,"

shop. I'll head back to your place

of the Anderson family as a tenant, insisted she stay rent-free to boost the property's profile. The idea was simple: if Lucinda Anderson chose to live there, the place must be top-notch, and others would clamor to rent nearby, even at a premium, just to be in the same building as Mrs. Anderson. Despite the landlord's reluctance to see her go, Lucinda continued to pay her rent on time each month, though the landlord

attempt to

up. Could something have happened?" In Pinehurst, even the most daring wouldn't risk a direct attack, but without his bodyguards, Keith could be

several more times to no

danger. He had been strolling aimlessly through Pinehurst, simply

learning from their previous costly failure, and instead, several masked assailants dressed in black, their eyes the only feature

her calls, Keith was too preoccupied with his attackers

family, was no stranger to combat. His adversaries seemed to know this and had sent skilled killers to match

the roar of a motorcycle echoed in the distance. The sound of someone tearing

leather and wearing a helmet, was unmistakably a woman based on her silhouette. She dismounted with grace and flung her helmet at

a swift call to the authorities, one assailant charged. With an agile flip, she vaulted behind her bike,