Novels by psyche

Cassandra’s POVOuch.I hadn’t realized how much hearing him label me as just a friend would sting. I forced a smile and took a bite of pasta to distract myself from the strange ache in my chest.His mother, however, wasn’t convinced. “That’s basically the same thing, Sevi,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.“Mom,” he groaned, dragging a hand over his face.I couldn’t help but smile at their exchange. She was so natural, so comfortable with him, and it made me realize how different our dynamics were. While my relationship with my own mother had always been formal and a little distant, theirs was filled with warmth and teasing.“I noticed you like giving people nicknames,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. “Sevi, huh?”“Oh, absolutely,” she said, beaming. “I believe nicknames bring people closer. And since you’re practically part of the family now, we’ll need one for you too.”“Mom,” Sebastian cut in, his tone a mix of frustration and amusement, “she’s not par

“Sebastian, darling!”I froze in place as an elegant elderly woman rose from the couch and walked briskly toward Sebastian, planting a kiss on his cheeks. Her movements were fluid, graceful, like she belonged on the cover of a magazine.“Mom? What are you doing here?” Sebastian laughed softly, leaning in to kiss her cheeks in return. His demeanor shifted—warm, affectionate, sweet. It was so different from the composed and businesslike Sebastian I thought I knew.A strange emotion stirred inside me. Admiration? Curiosity? Perhaps something more complicated. So, this was his mother.She was stunning—radiant, even. Not the typical portrayal of a wealthy mother in movies. No arrogance, no cold demeanor. Instead, she exuded a kind of warmth and sophistication that could disarm anyone. Her beauty was undeniable, but her kindness... that intrigued me most.“I just wanted to see my son. Surely, there’s nothing wrong with that!” she said with a wide smile that made it impossible not to like he

Cassandra’s POVBefore I could voice my thoughts, Killian filled in the blanks. “She was Nathaniel’s cousin,” he explained, his tone steady but distant, as though he were reciting facts he’d long memorized. “Which is part of the reason why, professionally, Nathaniel and I work well together. But personally…” He trailed off, shrugging lightly. “Let’s just say we don’t see eye to eye.”The revelation left me stunned. “Wait,” I said, piecing it together slowly. “You were with her for twelve years. That means… were you childhood friends with Andrea? Did you grow up close to the Sinclairs?”Killian shook his head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “No. Andrea and her family didn’t associate much with Nathaniel’s side. They shared blood, sure, but their relationship was distant. Nathaniel’s family kept to themselves, living a quiet, private life. They only ever showed up for reunions or special occasions. You know, ribbon cuttings for new companies, charity galas—that kind of

Cassandra’s POV“I’m really sorry, Killian,” I said as soon as I saw him waiting downstairs, his tall figure leaning casually against his car. My voice was rushed, laced with guilt. “My boss was signing papers, and I completely lost track of time. I did set an alarm, but it didn’t give me enough time to be with you. I’m deeply sorry.”Killian’s expression softened, and he gave me a small, reassuring smile. “No, it’s fine. I’m just glad I could pick you up.” He paused, stepping forward to take my bag without hesitation. “It’s getting late, and I figured it would be hard to find a cab at this hour.”“Thank you,” I said, climbing into the passenger seat. The moment I settled in, his scent filled the air—clean and familiar, mixed with the faint leather smell of the interior. The car itself was sleek and pristine, the kind of vehicle that screamed wealth and privilege, far beyond what someone like me could ever dream of affording.“You really are something else,” I blurted out, my fingers

Nathaniel’s POV“Drink, huh? Can someone explain why we’re downing strong liquor at this hour?” Hugh grumbled, setting his empty glass on the table with a loud clink before motioning for another. “It’s eight o’clock, for crying out loud, and we’re in a bar like a couple of heartbroken teens.”I barely heard him over the noise of the bar. The place buzzed with life—laughter, clinking glasses, muffled conversations blending into a chaotic hum. But none of it reached me. My focus was on the glass in my hand, its amber contents swirling like the storm inside me. I took a slow sip before leaning closer to him, lowering my voice. “Do you remember the girl I told you about?”Hugh looked up mid-swig, his brows furrowing as he tried to recall. “The one who just… what did you say? Randomly spawned into your life?” He smirked. “Like some NPC character in a game, right? And now she’s got you all tied up in her little web?”I nodded, tightening my grip on the glass. “Yeah. Cassandra Reed.” The nam

Cassandra’s POV“This isn’t what you think it is,” I began, my voice trembling as I searched for the right words, desperate to piece together an explanation that might calm the storm brewing before me. My heart raced, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on my chest.“I was choking on my food, and I clearly needed his help. What else was I supposed to do?” I glanced at Nathaniel, hoping my words would sink in. “Would you rather I sit there gasping for air until I black out?” I let out a frustrated sigh and rolled my eyes, but the tension in the air only thickened.Killian’s expression, once animated, hardened into a mask of irritation. His tone was sharp, each word clipped with a cool finality. “Yeah, that’s what happened.” He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms as if he were done entertaining the conversation. “Now, since we’re not finished eating, can we just proceed and finish in peace?”But peace wasn’t something Nathaniel seemed willing to grant. “No,” he said, his vo