Faux Vows, True Desires

"Such a golden opportunity, slipped right through our fingers."

Mr. Porter trailed off, his voice thick with frustration and resentment.

The person on the other end of the phone fell into a brief silence, clearly understanding the weight of the disappointment.

Keith had always been a hard target, surrounded by the best in the business when it came to personal security. With such protection, Keith had managed to dodge the grim reaper more times than anyone could count. They had accepted their past failures as part of the game. But this time, Keith had been alone, unprotected, ripe for the taking. Their plan should have been foolproof, or at least, Keith should have been left licking serious wounds. Yet, nothing.

Was it because the attempt took place in Pinehurst?

"It's late," the voice on the other end finally said, cutting the conversation short, uninterested in Mr. Porter's complaints.

Who would want to lose anyway? Since they had gotten involved, they had yearned for Keith's downfall. As long as Keith remained alive and took over the entirety of the Blue family, targeting him would become an increasingly daunting task. And now, even touching Keith seemed like an impossible feat. The last two assassination attempts had been abysmal failures.

How had that kid stumbled upon such damn good luck, turning misfortune into a stroke of serendipity time and time again?

After the call ended, Mr. Porter lingered in his study for a moment longer before finally rising to return to his bedroom.

Mrs. Porter was still deep in slumber, and in his sour mood, Mr. Porter felt a pang of envy at his wife's blissful ignorance. Without a second thought, he nudged her awake.

"Honey, what's the matter? Why aren't you asleep at this hour?" Mrs. Porter sat up, rubbing her eyes and yawning, clearly disoriented from being woken up from her peaceful sleep.

"Can't sleep, I'm too worked up. And look at you, sleeping like a log, without a care in the world. I've provided you with such a comfortable life, and you can't even manage to raise our daughter right. Look at the state Madeleine's in now. Doesn't it break your heart?"

"It's all your fault, you know. If you hadn't bought that damn love potion, Madeleine wouldn't have fallen prey to that scoundrel, Hayden Blue."

was reserved for the fact that his precious

be his ace in the hole, his ticket inside the Blue family's inner circle. And despite his willingness to use her as a pawn, it

more than anything; she's my own flesh and blood. But what's done is done.

her as much as it did her

was that it was Madeleine's own scheme that backfired, not trapping Nathan as intended, but instead

Porters had no choice but

fell

has been coming by every day to see Madeleine, but she refuses to meet him. He mentioned that if we would allow

"What does Madeleine say?"

asked

on Nathan. She's determined to marry him. She doesn't care that Nathan's fifty years old; in her eyes, he's the best man in the world, and she

and yet her daughter was eager to marry a man of such an age. Even if

Nathan, but with her husband's support, she had little say in the matter.

at an age where he's tightly under Nathan's thumb, and his son Pete can't escape Keith's clutches either. Pete made some mistakes and

Porter knew Hayden

Blue Group would be within our grasp. But he doesn't have the chops to sit on the throne. We only work with him out of convenience, to use him. Does he

to his wife, "Tomorrow, if Hayden comes by again and talks about taking responsibility, tell him that

"Are you

wanted to, his wife wouldn't agree. And with three children, the two

we're agreeing to let

"He thinks he can mess with my daughter and get away with just a beating? In his dreams! I'll make sure his life

eyes widened as the realization