Invisible to My First Love by Lypstical Novel

Blueprint 140 Summary In **Chapter 140** of **Blueprint 140**, Harper finds herself in a tense conversation with Maddox, who brings up the name Landon Beauregard, a legendary figure in the corporate world. Harper feels a mix of annoyance and intrigue, especially as Maddox reveals that Beauregard has been a ghost in the public eye since taking over his father's empire. As they sit in the car, Harper grapples with overwhelming emotions after a conversation with Dean, who hinted at a family secret regarding her mother.

She expresses her need to talk to her aunt, Aun, for clarity about her mother's past and the possibility of her connection to Dean. Maddox tries to lighten the mood, but Harper's thoughts are consumed by the revelations. He comforts her with a gentle touch, which brings her some solace amidst her turmoil. As they drive, Harper reflects on her complicated feelings towards Dean, realizing that the notion of being siblings explains some of their past interactions. Maddox acknowledges his earlier jealousy but reassures her that they need to remain grounded until they have all the facts.

Harper's impatience grows as she longs for answers, feeling that Dean's revelations were insufficient without concrete proof. Later, as they arrive at her place, Maddox playfully pins her against the car, teasing her about the potential of her and Dean being siblings. Their playful banter reveals a deeper connection, and despite the chill in the air, Harper feels warmth from Maddox's affection. However, Maddox has to leave for a brief errand, which disappoints Harper, but he promises to return soon.

Their flirtatious exchange culminates in a sweet kiss, leaving Harper eagerly anticipating his return. Meanwhile, Grayson is depicted in a contrasting emotional state, wandering the streets in despair after witnessing Tiffany and Josh together, which shatters his heart. His feelings of betrayal are compounded by the revelation that the child Tiffany carries is not his. Grayson struggles with his emotions, hiding his pain behind a mask, and ultimately finds himself drawn to Harper, feeling a desperate need for her presence.

When he arrives at her door, his vulnerability is palpable, but Harper's initial coldness indicates the distance that has grown between them. Grayson's admission of his heartbreak and the confrontation with Tiffany and Josh reveals his longing for comfort and connection with Harper, setting the stage for a complicated reunion. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Blueprint 140** **Chapter 140** **Harper** "Maddox leaned in closer, his voice cutting through the tension in the air. 'Beauregard?

Landon Beauregard?' he pressed, his eyes searching mine for a reaction." I felt a flicker of annoyance as I narrowed my gaze at him. "That's an oddly specific name. How in the world do you know that?" He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as if the absurdity of the situation amused him. "Come on, Harper. It's not like there's a crowd of people with that name. Landon Beauregard is practically a legend in the corporate world. He's like a ghost at public events-no one has laid eyes on him since he took over his father's empire two decades ago.

The man is a titan in tech, influencing everything from software to hardware." As he opened the car door for me, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "You're making it sound like I should be in awe or something." I slid into the seat, fastening my seatbelt while my mind whirled with thoughts about what he had just revealed. Maddox settled in beside me, his own seatbelt clicking into place as he turned his gaze toward me, concern etched on his face. "Hey, you good?" I took a deep breath, trying to steady the storm of emotions brewing inside me. "Honestly, I'm not sure how to process all of this.

Dean had so much more to say, but it felt overwhelming. I need to talk to Aun. She told me she had no idea who got my mom pregnant." "Maybe your mom kept it all a secret back then," he suggested, his tone thoughtful. I let out a heavy sigh. "Or maybe they both made a pact to never speak of it again. I'm seeing her tomorrow. I just hope that..." My voice trailed off, my mind racing through countless scenarios. "Are you ready to head out? Or do you want to go back inside and grab a bite?

Your lipstick is still flawless; I doubt you even had a sip of your drink." I could sense he was trying to lighten the mood, but my thoughts were too tangled to match his lightheartedness. Then, he placed his hand over mine, grounding me with his warmth. "Hey, don't get so worked up. You've got to take it easy, alright?" He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of my hand, and a flutter of warmth spread through me, coaxing a small smile to my lips. It was a simple gesture, yet it eased some of the weight on my shoulders. As we drove toward my place, I broke the silence.

"When Dean mentioned the possibility of us being siblings, it stirred up so many emotions. It explains why I never felt that kind of attraction to him, yet there was always something special, something unnameable between us." Maddox chuckled, shaking his head. "And there I was, acting like a jealous fool for no reason." "It wasn't for nothing," I replied, grinning at the memory of my earlier annoyance. But the smile faded quickly as I remembered the source of my frustration.

"It's just frustrating that Dean had to be the one to reveal this to me." "You're wondering why it wasn't your dad who told you," he said, his voice steady. "And that's if he's even your dad. Look, don't set your expectations too high until you have all the facts." I felt a surge of impatience. I couldn't wait for tomorrow to speak with my aunt. Only then would I confront Dean again. His words were just that-words. I needed something concrete, something like a DNA test to ease my mind. Upon arriving at my place, we didn't rush inside.

Instead, Maddox caught me off guard, pinning me playfully against the car's hood, his arms encircling me from behind. "What if it turns out that you and Dean are actually siblings?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. I sighed, gripping his wrist. "If I'm being truthful, I could have ten siblings out there, but-" "But getting to know them all doesn't compare to the feeling of reuniting with your sister," he finished my thought, his eyes sparkling with understanding. I gazed up at him, a mix of awe and appreciation swelling within me.

"What's up with that?" I asked, a playful tone creeping into my voice. "Just something I thought about," he replied nonchalantly, winking at me. I smiled, feeling the chill in the air. "It's getting a little cold out here. We should head inside." I was about to break free from his embrace when he said, "I have to run somewhere real quick." Disappointment washed over me. "I thought you were going to stay for a while." He turned me gently, his arm still around me, brushing his thumb over my chin. "I got a text on the way here. They need me urgently. It won't take long, I promise.

It's only . I should be back by 11 PM. Then..." He trailed off, his nose brushing against mine, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I can come back here and spend the night with you, or we could head to my place instead. It's been ages since you stayed over." I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling a rush of excitement. "You're right. Let's go to your place when you get back." He bit his lip, a grin spreading across his face. "I was hoping you'd say that. I'll be back before you know it.

Just don't fall asleep on me." He leaned in, tilting his head for a kiss, but he hesitated, as if daring me to take the lead. I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his softly for just a few seconds. When I pulled away, I quickly wiped my lips, trying to tidy up the mess I'd made. "I'll be waiting for you." As I turned to head toward the front door, I gasped when he suddenly pulled me back into his embrace. "What are you doing-" He silenced me with a fervent kiss, more passionate than before, reminiscent of earlier when he had been lost in me.

When he finally pulled away, a smirk danced on his lips. "Now that's more like it. You can go." I rolled my eyes playfully, wiping his lips one last time. "You better leave so you can come back soon." "I'll wait until you're inside." He stepped back, moving toward the driver's seat but not climbing in. "Turn around and get inside. I just want to make sure you're safe." I scoffed, a smile creeping onto my face. "Of course you do." As I turned to walk toward the door, I glanced back at him, catching his gaze fixed on my curves.

His eyes were glued to me, and the knowledge that I had his full attention sent a thrill through me. I maintained a flirtatious look as I walked, enjoying the way he admired me. Once again, he made me feel like I was the only person in the world worth looking at, and that feeling of being desired was intoxicating. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I checked the time, eagerly anticipating his return. I wanted him near me, even if our night together didn't lead to anything physical again.

**Grayson** I had been wandering the streets for hours, aimlessly drifting without a clear destination in mind. My stomach growled, but I couldn't bring myself to eat or drink; the lump in my throat felt too heavy. The image of Tiffany and Josh together haunted me, their bodies entwined in that filthy motel bed like they were lost in ecstasy. She had the audacity to flaunt her perfection, but I knew better; she was anything but that. And then there was Josh's confession-the revelation that the child she carried wasn't mine.

That had been my fleeting joy, only to realize it was all for nothing. Every name we had brainstormed together felt like a cruel joke. She had known all along that the baby was not mine. After discovering the truth, I had left them both at the motel, my heart heavy with betrayal. Tiffany hadn't even tried to chase after me, and honestly, I was grateful. I wasn't sure what I would have done if she had. I had hidden my face behind a mask and sunglasses, my eyes stinging and red from the tears that had streamed down my cheeks. They had puffed up, a painful reminder of my heartache.

Yet, even that wasn't enough to quell the storm inside me. I had turned off my phone shortly after leaving the motel, not wanting to hear from anyone. The silence felt safer until the sun dipped below the horizon. But as 11 PM approached, the pain became unbearable. There was only one person I wanted to see-Harper. I knew I had wronged her in countless ways, but at that moment, she was the only person I could think of. My feet carried me to her doorstep, and surprisingly, I still felt energized.

I could have gone anywhere-my hotel, my apartment, even my private jet-but all I craved was her presence. Standing at her door, I removed my mask and knocked a few times, praying she would answer. I noticed the lights were on, which gave me a glimmer of hope. "Who's there?" Her voice drifted through the door, cautious and curious. "It's me." A long pause followed before she responded, her tone cold. "What the hell do you want?" "Please just open up. Something happened, and I... I need you. I... please, Harp." My voice cracked, the emotion spilling over. I felt vulnerable, desperate for her.

To my relief, she finally opened the door, her eyes widening as they landed on my bruised face. I wanted her to step closer, to envelop me in her warmth, but she lingered in the doorway, processing what she saw. "What happened to you?" she asked, her voice steady but with an edge of concern. "That doesn't matter right now." "Then why are you here?" Her expression was unreadable, and it hurt to see her so distant. She didn't want me there. "I saw Tiffany and Josh together, in bed." My voice trembled with a mix of rage and hurt.

"And I found out she's not carrying my child." Crossing her arms, she rolled her eyes dismissively. "And?" Conclusion In the aftermath of the revelations and emotional upheaval, Harper found herself at a crossroads, her heart heavy with uncertainty. The weight of the truth about her family lingered in the air, intertwining with her feelings for Maddox and the unexpected return of Grayson. As she prepared to confront her aunt and seek clarity about her past, she also grappled with the realization that her connections were shifting.

The warmth of Maddox's affection provided a sense of comfort amidst the chaos, yet the shadow of Grayson's betrayal loomed large. Harper knew she had to navigate these complexities carefully, balancing her desire for love with the need for answers. For Grayson, the night had become a reckoning, a moment of vulnerability that stripped away the bravado he had clung to. Standing at Harper's door, he was a man laid bare, yearning for solace in the arms of someone who had once meant everything to him. Despite the pain he had caused, the sight of her brought a flicker of hope.

Meanwhile, Grayson's unexpected arrival at Harper's doorstep adds another layer of complexity to the narrative. His vulnerability and raw emotion following his confrontation with Tiffany and Josh will set the stage for a pivotal moment between him and Harper. As he attempts to bridge the gap created by past mistakes, will Harper be able to let down her guard and offer him the comfort he craves, or will her lingering doubts keep her at a distance?

The chapter promises to explore themes of forgiveness, connection, and the struggle to navigate the messy realities of love and family, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eager to see how these intertwining stories unfold. Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland's breathtaking cold.