Raelyn’s POV I was thrilled—because this directly proved my original point. Adam and Jennifer’s combined fanbase was incredibly powerful. Powerful enough to boost jewelry sales. It also gave Aiden a little slap in the face. Online, our couple fans were shipping us hard. Under mine and Adam’s official Twitter posts, they were leaving a flood of comments, begging for our marriage contract to turn into a real relationship. “Raelyn is already engaged to the Salvatore family, and she’s so compatible with Adam. She’s gotta marry Adam!” “Have you seen that ad? They’re perfect together!” “Begging with my whole soul—let them be together!” “If Adam marries such a perfect woman, I’d be totally okay with it. I’m healed. I’m officially a couple fan now!” “Be together! Be together!” … I didn’t pay much attention to those comments. What mattered to me was the boost in jewelry sales. But Aiden was acting a bit strange. He didn’t say a word to me all day. Seriously? With sales doing this well, and he’s still not satisfied? Because of overtime, I got home a little late. As soon as I opened the door, a strong wave of alcohol hit me. I frowned. The Alpha and Luna were away traveling. Andrix was out of town on a business trip. Adam was too busy with filming to leave his schedule, and Adrian was still at school. So this smell had to be from—“Raelyn.” I walked into the living room and met Aiden’s bright eyes. Under the dim lighting, his gaze had a depth that made him look unusually handsome. My heart skipped a beat. “What is it?” I asked softly. Aiden slurred, “Raelyn… do you like Adam?” I raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think I like Adam?” He got up and took a few steps toward me. “If you didn’t like Adam, why would you agree to shoot an ad with him? You never push him away. And then there’s…” There was something off in his tone—something hard to place. I pressed a hand against his shoulder and said firmly, “Aiden, you’re drunk.” He froze for a moment, then took half a step back. “I’m not drunk. I just wanted to remind you—don’t get too close to Adam. What happened last time should’ve been enough.” I paused, and my mind flashed back to a few months ago. Back then, I was kidnapped by a crazed stalker in a bathroom—beaten up mercilessly. The sheer madness in that stalker’s eyes still made my skin crawl whenever I thought about it. Aiden wasn’t wrong. So that’s why he’d been so against me filming with Adam? That explained his strange behavior at the shoot too. But I had no feelings for Adam, and those obsessive fans wouldn’t get close to me again anyway. “I understand. Thanks for the reminder. But I really don’t have any interest in Adam.” I smiled. “If there’s nothing else, I’m going to bed.” Aiden stared at me, saying nothing. I didn’t know what he was thinking. The mood was… odd. His gaze was intense—nothing like usual.He kept staring, and it made me want to bolt. “Alpha, your heart’s beating fast,” Freya suddenly spoke up. I jumped slightly. “Goodnight. Get some rest.” Whatever—if he wouldn’t talk, I’d just take that as silent agreement. With that, I quickly headed to my room. … The next day at the company, Aiden didn’t summon me to his office to go over the new quarterly proposal like he usually did. I found that odd, but didn’t question it. He probably just had too much to drink last night. Just before noon, a sudden shout came from the desk area nearby. “Help! My computer’s acting weird!” I looked up in confusion. The next second, the entire planning department’s computers blacked out. Cries of frustration filled the office. “I just finished my draft and didn’t save it!” “My sketch file is gone!” “What’s going on? Is no one going to fix this?” Hearing everyone complain, I stood up and cleared my throat. “Alright, calm down.” “How are we supposed to stay calm, Raelyn? Not everyone’s computer is magically fine like yours.” Someone muttered under their breath. I shot them a cold glare, and they shut up immediately. My computer wasn’t affected because I designed my own system. Ordinary viruses couldn’t touch it. The one who made the snide remark? Lydia Stone. She’d been Taylor’s closest ally back when Taylor was still here.“What? Raelyn’s computer still works?” Everyone turned toward my workstation. My screen was operating normally—not a single glitch. “Raelyn, no offense, but everyone’s computer broke down… and only yours is working. Isn’t that kind of suspicious?” Lydia was clearly trying to stir trouble, making it seem like I was behind all this. Now my coworkers were starting to look at me with suspicion in their eyes. I turned to Lydia and asked coldly, “What are you trying to say?”