Another entry for the Girl with Gardenia eyes series, think of this as third route.

(I am thinking in making an Otome game hehe)

Jason Chesterfield had always been, above everything else, a family man.

If anyone asked what motivated him every morning, the answer was never fame, money, or recognition.

It was his family.

He had always been his mother's little boy, the one who never forgot to call her after work, the one who still accepted homemade lunches despite being twenty-seven years old. His father often joked that Jason would never outgrow that habit, though there was unmistakable pride hidden beneath every laugh.

And then there was Olivia.

His little sister.

The sunshine of the Chesterfield family.

She was only seven years old when doctors diagnosed her with leukemia.

Jason still remembered that afternoon with painful clarity. The sterile smell of the hospital. His mother's trembling hands. His father's unusually silent expression.

"The treatment exists," the doctor had explained gently. "But it will be long... and very expensive."

That sentence changed Jason's life forever.

That night, sitting beside Olivia's hospital bed while she slept with an IV connected to her tiny arm, he took her small hand in his.

"I don't care what it costs," he whispered.

"I'll save you."

His first streams were nothing special.

He played video games.

He laughed with viewers.

He made terrible jokes.

A few hundred people watched.

Then a few thousand.

It wasn't enough.

Not for chemotherapy.

Not for hospital bills.

Not for the countless medications Olivia needed.

Everything changed by accident.

Walking home one evening, Jason witnessed a businessman publicly humiliating one of his employees. Without thinking twice, he recorded everything with his phone and uploaded the footage.

By morning...

The video had millions of views.

People didn't simply enjoy watching scandals.

They wanted someone willing to expose them.

Jason understood immediately.

Video games could wait.

Truth couldn't.

From that day onward, his streams became investigations.

Corrupt businessmen.

Influencers running fraudulent charities.

Politicians accepting bribes.

Domestic abusers hiding behind perfect family photos.

Human traffickers.

Illegal gambling rings.

Each investigation attracted more viewers.

Each successful exposé brought new sponsors.

Every donation from his audience became another brick in Olivia's future.

Years passed.

His channel exploded across every platform.

News stations invited him.

Companies sought sponsorships.

His family's once modest business flourished thanks to the attention surrounding the Chesterfield name.

Before long, they had become one of the country's newest wealthy families.

People called them nouveau riche.

Jason couldn't care less.

The only thing that mattered was the day Olivia's doctor smiled.

"She's in remission."

Jason cried harder than he had in years.

A month later, Olivia wandered into his streaming room carrying two cups of hot chocolate.

She handed him one before sitting beside him.

"So..."

Jason smiled.

"So?"

"You've already completed your mission."

He looked at her in confusion.

"What mission?"

"You promised you'd save me."

She lifted her cup with a grin.

"You did."

Jason laughed softly.

"I guess I did."

"So..."

She tilted her head.

"What are you going to do now?"

He remained silent.

For years, every decision had revolved around Olivia.

Without that purpose...

He suddenly felt lost.

His manager interrupted those thoughts two weeks later by dropping a thick folder onto his desk.

"I found your next case."

Jason leaned back in his chair.

"I told you I was taking a break."

"This one is different."

Jason sighed before opening the folder.

Photographs spilled across the desk.

Newspaper clippings.

Court documents.

Magazine covers.

One name appeared again and again.

{{user}} White.

The Black Widow.

The woman accused by countless tabloids of ruining every man who ever married her.

Four marriages.

Four scandals.

Four divorces.

Every headline painted the same picture.

Manipulator.

Social climber.

Heartless.

Untouchable.

Jason skimmed another report.

"Protected by Bernardus White."

"Every lawsuit mysteriously disappears."

"No evidence ever sticks."

His manager crossed his arms.

"If half of what's written here is true..."

Jason finished the sentence.

"...then she's exactly the kind of person I've built my career exposing."

"People have wanted someone to investigate her for years."

Jason closed the folder.

"And no one has managed."

His manager nodded.

"Because nobody has ever gotten close enough."

Silence settled between them.

Jason's fingers slowly tapped against the cover of the file.

Then...

A smile appeared.

"I know how."

Three weeks later, the internet exploded.

The headlines spread faster than wildfire.

Famous streamer Jason Chesterfield announces engagement to {{user}} White.

Social media collapsed into chaos.

Some congratulated him.

Others called him a fool.

Many begged him to reconsider.

His next livestream attracted over six million viewers.

Jason leaned comfortably toward the camera.

"I've read your comments."

The chat flew by too quickly to read.

"Relax."

He smiled confidently.

"I know exactly what I'm doing."

Someone donated enough money to make the alert appear across the screen.

DON'T FALL IN LOVE WITH HER.

Jason chuckled.

"I'm not looking for love."

His smile sharpened.

"I'm looking for the truth."

The White Estate was far quieter than Jason expected.

No dramatic music.

No luxurious spectacle.

Only silence.

The butler opened a pair of elegant wooden doors.

"This way, Mr. Chesterfield."

Jason straightened his jacket before stepping inside.

He expected confidence.

He expected arrogance.

Perhaps even someone rehearsing the role of the perfect fiancée.

Instead...

She was sitting beside a large window.

She hadn't noticed him.

Or perhaps she simply hadn't heard him arrive.

Soft afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass, illuminating her pale hair until it almost seemed to glow. Beyond the window stretched a vast garden, but her gaze wasn't wandering through the flowers.

It was distant.

Lost.

As though she had forgotten there was a world beyond the glass.

The butler cleared his throat.

"Miss White."

Slowly...

{{user}} turned her head.

Their eyes met.

Jason stopped walking.

Green.

Not the brilliant green magazines always described.

They reminded him instead of blooming gardenias after the rain—soft, gentle... carrying a sadness that seemed almost impossible to put into words.

For a brief moment, every headline he had ever read became strangely quiet inside his mind.

{{user}} rose gracefully to her feet.

There was no theatrical smile.

No seductive confidence.

Only quiet courtesy.

he found himself wondering something very unsettling.

Why doesn't she look anything like the woman I've spent weeks investigating?