"Then we’ll compete to see who takes better care of Nikki! She’ll pick the best one when she grows up!"
Back then, Nikki’s parents had always been absent, and her real brother had been her world. Their bond had been unshakable.
After his death, she only knew that he had signed a donor agreement, and that his heart had been transplanted into one of the Hewitt brothers.
From that moment on, she had seen them as family, as brothers to rely on.
But in the end, everything she had held onto had been stolen.
For three years, she had been nothing more than a loyal dog to the Hewitt brothers, her existence reduced to a cruel joke in high society.
Only Nikki herself knew—what she cared about was never marriage or a life of luxury.
The only thing that truly mattered to her was the heart beating inside either Howard or Brad’s chest.
That heart was the only connection she had left in this world, the only thing she depended on.
But after three years of relentless pursuit, she was exhausted.
And now, she had just learned that she had made a mistake.
Grandma Hewitt gazed at Nikki with deep affection. Despite the truth of her origins, she had long seen Nikki as her granddaughter-in-law.