1.4 Reason To Live

Have you ever imagined what your life would be like if you gave up?

Gave up on the word happiness.

Gave up on the word love.

Lost hope of ever regaining your spark?

The world becomes dull. You can see the most beautiful flowers, but to you, they feel lifeless—like a colorblind person staring at a vivid landscape.

Lost in despair.

If you've never felt this way, don't say you're depressed.

Skylar kept walking—nowhere. She had no home. She felt no warmth. The rain continued to pour, with no sign of stopping.

She had been walking endlessly when a gut-wrenching pain suddenly stabbed at the bottom of her heart. It was so unbearable that black spots clouded her vision.

She collapsed onto the cold, wet ground, the rain soaking through her clothes. But even through the pain, she smiled.

Then she laughed.

She laughed at everything that had happened to her. At how ridiculous her life had become.

"Was it all a joke?" she thought bitterly. "I was really an idiot, right? Everyone around me knew the truth, and I was the fool who stupidly trusted my husband."

Skylar lay there, letting the rain drench her, the cold becoming oddly comforting. But then, suddenly, the little warmth she had vanished.

Did the rain stop?

She blinked, confused. The downpour was still heavy, yet no raindrops touched her.

Her gaze shifted forward, and she spotted black, polished shoes standing before her. Slowly, she lifted her head and locked eyes with an icy blue stare.

White, fluffy hair. Pale, glowing skin. A crisp black suit that contrasted starkly against his fair complexion.

She knew at first glance that the person standing before her was an Omega. The soft scent of strawberries and milk confirmed it.

"Aren't you tired of staring?" the blue-eyed Omega asked, a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips.

Skylar wiped her tears slowly, her black doe eyes filled with wariness. "Who are you?"

The stranger tilted his head, unfazed. "Are you sure you want to talk here? It's raining heavily, and there's no sign of it stopping."

Skylar scoffed. She was exhausted—mentally, emotionally. She was tired of dealing with arrogant billionaires and their petty games.

But looking at the man in front of her… he wasn't leaving.

There was something about him, something unreadable.

She hadn't even noticed when his scent grew stronger. Blinking slowly, she found herself staring directly into his blue eyes. When did he kneel?

"Please, stand up, Skylar. There's something important I need to share with you," he said, his polite smile unwavering.

Skylar hesitated. "What is it?" Then, a sharp realization struck her. "Wait—how the hell do you know my name?"

The blue-eyed Omega sighed, clearly annoyed, before taking her hand—forcefully. Before she could resist, he had already pulled her into a sleek black car.

It all happened too fast. Skylar barely had time to fight back.

She sat in the car, her eyes dull, lifeless.

"I'm sorry for the rush," the stranger said smoothly. "My name is Lee Jordan."

Skylar's eyes widened.

Lee Jordan.

The youngest master of the most powerful technology company.

What did he want with her? A broken Omega?

Before she could even form the question, Jordan answered as if reading her mind.

"I need your help. And right now, you're the only person who can help me."

Skylar stared at him, dumbfounded. Then, she chuckled. Her? She was broke. Her company had been handed over to Mark LaRosa. She had nothing left.

"I need your help," Jordan repeated, his expression turning serious. "For my revenge against Ethan Walker and James LaRosa."

It felt like lightning had struck her.

Skylar's head snapped toward him, her breathing shallow.

"Why them?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Those two words reopened every wound she had tried to ignore.

Jordan's bitter smile deepened. "I saw and heard everything they did to you. I wanted to make them pay. I couldn't just sit back and watch. But…" His eyes darkened. "Yours is worse."

Skylar's stomach churned. Worse? How could it be worse?

How could his ex-husband and his father possibly hurt him—the heir of the Lee family?

Their Omega. Their egg.

She had seen how Phoebe was treated—pampered, adored. From every heat to every menstrual cycle, she was shielded like something fragile.

Skylar had been treated like dirt.

"How?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "How could they?"

Jordan's blue eyes softened with a flicker of pity. He had seen her humiliation. He had seen her pain. He had seen everything.

"They did," Jordan answered simply. "And for years, I kept quiet. I silently held in the pain. Because I wanted to break them—not with my family's power. But with my own hands."

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. It wasn't happiness.

It was hunger.

Hunger for revenge.

"They always say Omegas are nothing," Jordan murmured. "They think we need protection. That we can't stand on our own. My brother shields me because he's an Alpha, and I'm an Omega. But I want them to watch in horror as the Omega they underestimated destroys them."

His gaze locked onto Skylar's, burning with determination.

For the first time, Skylar saw herself reflected in someone else.

She wanted the same thing.

She wanted to taste revenge.

She wanted to watch them beg.

All her life, she had been told:

Omegas can't rule.

Omegas are nothing without their Alphas.

Omegas should wear pink and white because they symbolize purity.

No more.

She would show them.

The new Skylar LaRosa.

A slow, sinister smile crept onto her lips.

"Let's do this."