2
Out of sight, out of mind.
I retreated to my room, burying myself in work.
A knock on the door.
Qiana, a mango pudding in hand, stood there, beaming.
Her captivating almond eyes sparkled, a few flecks of yellow pudding dusting her pretty face
“Lanie, the party’s hopping downstairs. Come join the fun!”
I saw \right through her seigned enthusiasm.
“Ive got work to do. Have fun,”
I said, my tone Па
Suddenly, tears
s welled in Quand’s eyes.
She looked utterly wronged
Lanie, do you hate me? Is that why you’re rejecting me!”
I frowned
I hadn’t done anything!
How could the play the victim?
“Seriously?” I thought, my patience wearing thin.
“Save that act for Ethan and Mason. It won’t work on me
I started to close the door.
“Lanie, please..
Qjana lunged, trying to stop the door.
Her hand got caught in the jamb
Her fingers instantly turned red and purple
She gasped in pain.
“‘Ouch!”
Ethan and Mason were coming upstairs.
They saw the scene.
Both men rushed to her side, rending to her injured hand, their faces etched with concem. Mason’s eyes were practically red–rimmed seeing Qiana’s hurt
hand.
His usually blunt personality flared.
“Lanie, if you don’t like Qians, just say it! Why would you do something so low? What’s gotten into you?”
Ethan, usually reserved, looked disappointed.
Lanie, it’s Qiana’s birthday. You shouldn’t have done that
But when he looked at Qiana, his voice softened.”
“Quna, does it hurt? Let’s get you some ointment.”
With Ethan tending to her, Mason quickly followed, soothing her.
“Qana, don’t be upset. After the party, I’ll take you for a drive It’ll cheer you up!
With both men showering her with attention, Qiana’s face cleared.
Thank you, Ethan.”
Then, turning to Mason, her eyes will teary, she pleaded, “Mason, don’t ride your motorcycle tonight. It’s dangerous, and I’ll worry.”
Mason readily agreed.
Marra
“Okay, okay, my love. Anything to make you happy!”
Watching them descend the stairs, I felt a strange sense of unreality
I remembered a time when Ethan and Mason had showered ‘me‘ with that kind of affection.
I was frail as a child, prone to asthma.
Miami’s humidity was terrible for my health.
So, at five, my parents sent me to live with my aunt in sunny California, where she worked as a doctor.
That’s where I met Ethan and Mason, who lived next door
We grew up together, inseparably
At seven, they wouldn’t let go of me when they first saw me.
At thirteen, I developed a fondness for a particular soda.
Ethan bought every single can from every store in town.
Mason had his famly acquire the soda company, ensuring a lifetime supply just for me.
At seventeen, I was in a car accident
The car caught fire.
Everyone hesitated, but young Ethan and Mason plunged into the inferno, saving me. The scars on their backs are still visible.
At eighteen, when my health improved and my family pressed me to return to Miami, they begged me not to leave, threatening to follow me even if it meant abandoning everything.
For years, they were my protectors, my loyal knights, keeping every other boy at bay. Because of them, I delayed my return to Miami
But then Qiana arrived and everything changed.
She was my v intern
On her first day, she wouldn’t join the others for lunch.
It happened every day until I found her alone, eating a meager meal of bread and pickled vegetables
She was from a poor, mur background, struggling to make ends meet in the big city.
As a wealthy heiress, I was shocked.
I felt immense sympathy for her.
I treated her to meals
I helped her with her work
I introduced her to Ethan and Mason.
But I didn’t expect that in just three months, she’d systematically replaced me.
Erhan usually aloof, was now attending noisy parties for Qiana.
Mason, who lived and breathed motorcycles, now listened to Quana’s every whim.
Things like this had been happening for a month.
Listening to them defend Qiana and condemn me.
1 laughed, a bitter, angry sound
Once, their affections were so blatant, they’d created countless dramatic scenes, practically forcing me to choose between them.
I’d even been tempted, considering choosing one of them.
Now… maybe this arranged marriage wasn’t so bad after all.
I smirked, serting a countdown timer on my phone.
From now on, I wouldn’t interfere in their little triangle.
