“Dad, please!”
“My decision is final, Cassandra!” he said in his strict voice. He looked done with this conversation. I shook my head. I couldn’t believe him! “I don’t know that man!” “You will know him once you two get married.” He sighed deeply and then his eyes softened. He held my hands. “You have to do this for our family, hija. You already reached 25 years old. It was already in the agreement of your grandfather with the Lannister family that you’ll get married to their only son.” Tears formed slowly around my eyes. I felt a pang in my chest knowing that I couldn’t do anything. “Dad, I’ll do a-anything, not just this one.” My voice was desperate. I looked at my father pleading. I couldn’t care less if I was trying to sound and look pity. “I’m sorry, hija, but this is final. I already talked to the Lannister family.” He looked at me apologetically. I felt betrayed. How could my own father do this? He didn’t even hear my side, if I wanted this or not. I was about to talk when he immediately turned his back on me like he didn’t want to hear anything from me. He walked out of the office. I was left here in his office with my heart tearing apart. I sat on the couch, feeling weak and tired. I let my tears fall from my eyes. I cried harder. I heard the door open, I was expecting that it was my father but I just got disappointed. It was my stepmom. She raised her brow at me and laughed as if she saw something funny. I clenched my fist while holding the fabric of my dress. I know that she’s happy knowing that I will be forever out of their lives. She had been waiting for this to happen. “You look pathetic, hija. OMG! What will Killian say knowing that his soon-to-be wife is a crybaby?” she said as if she was sad. She chuckled and crossed her arms in front of me. She looked down at me. “I know for sure that Killian will also abandon you after he gets what he wants.” I refused to say a word. She was right after all. I know that in the end, I will be left alone. No one will be there for me, only myself. If my mother was still alive, I knew that she wouldn’t let this thing happen. I glared at her. “Leave me alone.” She chuckled. “Oh... I won’t do that. It’s you who will leave us alone.” She was shaking her head as if she pitied me. She turned his back on me. “Poor Cassandra.” I heard her laughing humorously before she was out of my sight as she slammed the door. I leaned my back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. “What should I do, Mom?” I whispered to the air as if someone would answer me. I closed my eyes and tears fell from my eyes. Everything went to nothing when my father got married again. The perfect family I once had vanished. All I could do was recall it from my memories. The family I had became someone else’s family and I was left alone here. My father was now happy with his new family. He even treated my stepsister like his own. I was abandoned. There was part of me that maybe this marriage would save me. I went back to my room and decided to take a rest; I wanted to escape this reality for a while. My forehead creased when I noticed that my room was slightly open. My lips parted when I saw Vina, my stepsister, fixing her things when I entered my room. My clothes were now scattered on the floor. I could feel the heat rushing through my head. “What do you think you’re doing!?” I couldn’t help but shout at her because of madness. She almost jumped to her place. She gasped when she saw me before she smiled at me. “Daddy said that this will be my room now!” I was just a year older than her, but she was always acting like a child. It was making my head boil, seeing the happiness on her face, knowing that she would have my room. “Ha? Are you crazy? I’m not leaving this room!” I gritted my teeth as I said it to her furiously. “What? But you’ll leave this house because you are about to get married!” She was even throwing tantrums like a kid. “This will be my room now!” I wanted to slap her, but I knew that I’d end up being the villain again. And my hands don’t deserve to get dirty because of her thick face. “You can have the guestroom for tonight! You’ll leave tomorrow, right?” Her face was glowing with happiness as she said it to me in a bubbly tone. The audacity of this girl!? “No way! Leave now!” I was really angry that I might pulled her hair. “What is happening here!?” I was startled by a loud voice at my back. I turned my sight from where that someone was and saw my stepmother’s angry face. “Mom! She wants me to leave my own room!” she said hysterically. She was overreacting! She was acting like she was really hurt. My stepmother faced me. She raised her brow. “You are the one who should leave, Cass. This isn’t yours anymore.” “Stop acting like you own this house, Viviane,” I said firmly. I stared back at her fiercely. I was already out of patience. “You and your daughter should be the ones who will leave this house and not me!” I saw the vein in her neck showing. She was gritting her teeth in anger. She took a step forward. “How dare you!?”I couldn’t shake the sense that something was off. Killian had been quieter than usual, his gaze distant even when we sat side by side. His words, when they came, felt like placeholders for thoughts he wouldn’t—or couldn’t—share. Every glance told me he was keeping something from me. I didn’t need to ask why there were men stationed outside our house, their figures half-hidden among the shadows of the trees. The last incident had rattled him. He was being careful, protective as always and I totally understand it.“Killian,” I murmured, my fingers brushing the cool surface of the window, “Can I go outside? Just for some air?”He looked up from his laptop, his eyes softening as they met mine. For a moment, his guard slipped, the edges of his face relaxing. “Alright,” he said, closing the laptop with a quiet snap.He stood from the couch, moving with the silent precision that had become his second nature. Killian always accompanied me now, shadowing my steps, his presence like an unspo
We were now lying on our bed, resting from that intense lovemaking. The warmth of Killian’s body pressed against mine was a welcome contrast to the cool breeze drifting off the ocean. His hand traced lazy circles on my back, his touch gentle and soothing in the aftermath of our passion.I closed my eyes, resting my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. My mind felt hazy, lulled by the steady rise and fall of his breathing and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It was peaceful here, with him, in a way that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Like everything that had been chaotic in my life finally made sense when I was with Killian.But just as the calm began to settle deep within me, a familiar knot twisted in my stomach—a reminder of the memories I couldn’t reach, the pieces of my life that still felt so distant and broken. It was as if there were parts of me hidden behind a thick fog, moments I couldn’t quite touch, and that scared me m
Killian’s hands were rough as they slid down my bare skin, his touch igniting fires wherever he grazed. The cool sea breeze against my heated body did little to calm the flames that roared to life under his grasp. His lips never left mine, devouring me with a hunger that matched the wild beat of my heart.Before I could catch my breath, he broke the kiss, leaving me gasping as his eyes raked over my body, dark and possessive. There was an intensity in his gaze that sent a tremor through me, making me feel both vulnerable and powerful all at once. He didn’t speak, but the way his eyes burned into mine told me everything—he was going to take his time with me, here, in the open, where the only witness was the sky and the sea.I tried to catch my breath, but he gave me no time to recover. In a swift motion, he knelt before me, gripping the back of my thighs as he spread my legs. My back pressed against the cool stone behind me, but the chill was a welcome contrast to the heat radiating be
Killian stood at the stove, his back a perfect canvas of lean muscle shifting with every subtle movement. The sight alone made heat coil in my belly. He wasn’t doing anything particularly provocative—just cooking—but there was something undeniably sexy about the way he moved. After what we’d done in the bedroom, hunger for food should’ve been the only thing on my mind, yet here I was, craving him all over again.I slipped off the stool, my bare feet silent on the cool floor as I approached him. Without a word, I slid my arms around his waist, pressing myself against his warm, solid body. The scent of him, a mixture of the sea and something uniquely Killian flooded my senses. My heart gave a telling lurch, a reminder that while parts of my memory were still missing, my body recognized him. This was my husband, the man I loved, even if I couldn’t remember every moment we’d shared.Killian hummed, a low, content sound vibrating through his chest as he leaned back slightly into my embrace
Killian’s lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as they traveled lower. Each kiss was slow and deliberate as if he was savoring the taste of my skin. My breath hitched when his mouth dipped to the valley between my breasts. The warmth of his tongue against my skin sent a ripple of electricity through me. I couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped me, my back arching as if my body instinctively sought more of his touch. My toes curled, the pleasure so sharp it felt like I was experiencing it for the first time. The way he moved—every kiss, every lick—left me trembling, desperate for more.“Killian…” His name came out in a breathless moan.His lips closed around my nipple, and I gasped, a jolt of pleasure mixed with the sharp sting of his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Pain and pleasure blurred together, sending shockwaves through me. My fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer as if he could drown the ache that was building inside
I woke to a heaviness weighing down every part of me like my limbs were anchored to the bed. My skin felt too tight and burning hot, and my muscles throbbed with a dull ache that wouldn't let up. A groan escaped my lips as I blinked against the harsh light spilling through the room, trying to adjust to the brightness that stabbed at my eyes. Through the haze, I saw him—Killian—moving across the room with quiet grace, his hair damp from the shower, a wet towel in hand. He hadn’t noticed I was awake yet. I tried to speak, but my throat was raw like sandpaper had scraped against it.“Killian…” The word rasped out of me, barely audible. Even my own voice sounded foreign.At the sound of his name, his head snapped in my direction, concern clouding his dark eyes. He was at my side in an instant, gently easing me back onto the pillows when I tried to sit up. “You need to rest, darling,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, like a warm blanket wrapping around me.I nodded weakly, too ti