A WEEK LATERCassie was busy unpacking boxes and putting away dishes in her new kitchen. Cora sat on the couch, tears streaming down her face."I'm going to miss you so much," Cora sobbed. Her voice was shaking.Cassie walked over to Cora and sat down beside her, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. "I'll miss you too, Cora. But I'll just be a few blocks away. We can hang out all the time."Arden and Warren were moving furniture into the living room, trying to stay out of the way of the emotional moment. Arden caught Warren's eye and raised an eyebrow, both of them trying not to smile at Cora's dramatics.Warren mouthed "drama queen" to Arden, who chuckled and shook his head. Cora sniffled and wiped her nose with a tissue. "It's not just that you'll be far away, Cassie. It's that this is the end of an era. We've been roommates for so long, and now you're moving on to a new chapter in your life."Cassie hugged Cora tightly. "First of all, it was five months Cora. Secondly,
"We need to come up with a plan," Arden said. "We can't just let the Silverwoods dictate what happens to Savannah. What kind of person demands something like that? He has you in a hostage situation Cassie.""I agree," Warren said. "But the Silverwoods are proving themselves to be powerful and ruthless. Just think about what Trent's going to do when he gets out. Plus Savannah did commit those crimes, and as you said, she isn't your friend."Cora nodded. "I think we should try to gather more information. Who exactly is behind this? Is it Ross, or is there someone else pulling the strings?""It was definitely Ross' voice. He's definitely stuck. I'm sure working me was the last option. He must have gone through all the motions and realized that.""You made sure there were no loopholes," Arden brushed a frustrated hand through his hair, "What now? He knew you would falter if he tugged at your heart strings!""What are you trying to say Arden?" Cassie inhaled deeply."Nothing Cassie. I'm s
"We're all so excited! Congratulations Miss Cassidy!"Cassie's entire office was in high spirits. They had just landed one of the sweetest acquisition deals that most huge corporations struggled to get. "I think this calls for celebration, someone pop open a bottle of champagne!"Cassie left the ensuing party to call her husband to inform him of the good news. She tried his number, again and again but it kept sending her to voice mail. "Miss Cassidy, aren't you coming back in, the shareholders are asking about you." Daria, Cassie's secretary inquired. "Something important just came up, enjoy the celebration." She said, heading for the elevator. The only thing on her mind was going home to the love of her life. She needed her husband, Trent to know that she had finally secured the greatest investment of his company's history. The elevator stopped at the underground parking lot.She got out, and then into her car. After a while, she was home. Cassie couldn't hold in her excitement
Cassie's eyes scanned the pages of the divorce agreement, her heart sinking with each passing sentence. She felt a wave of anger and betrayal wash over her as she saw the proposed settlement: a paltry $1 million."It's not fair," Cassie whispered. Her voice trembled with rage. After all the years she had devoted to the company. All the late nights and early mornings, all the sacrifices she had made for their family.She had given her husband everything, and this was how he repaid her? With a measly $1 million settlement? "Cassie, maybe you should talk to a lawyer before you do anything." Cora wasn't having any of it. She knew Trent was stupid but not this stupid. "Cora, I've made billions of dollars for Silverwood. Yet I'm frugal. I get paid pennies in Royalties and have zero equity in the company!"Cora's expression remained neutral. She had told Cassie that she was being abused by her husband and his family, but she was too in love to listen to reason. Cassie was always the mod
Cassie sat in the cold, sterile holding cell. She was still in shock. How on earth did she end up here? Being accused of embezzlement and money laundering, it was way above Trent's thinking capacity. Someone must have put him up to it. Before she could process her thoughts further, a police officer came to escort her to an interrogation room. Cassie stood up, with her wrists still handcuffed, and followed the officer to an interrogation room. A middle-aged man with stubble and a stern expression, was already seated in one of the chairs. "Please, sit down, Ms. Murphy," the detective said, nodding to the other chair."Silverwood," she corrected as she sat down, her eyes fixed on the detective. They weren't divorced yet so Silverwood was still her last name. "I want to call my lawyer," she said.The detective nodded. "I am not aware that you are a Silverwood. I will keep referring to you as Murphy till I verify that information." He sized her for a moment, "You can call your lawyer af
Cassie's eyes were fixed on the screen as she stumbled backward. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Trent and Misty? It was unthinkable. And yet, there it was, on the news for everyone to see.Her heart was breaking, and she didn't know how she was going to survive this.She was still very much married to Trent. They had never divorced, and now he was announcing his engagement to her sister? It was unbelievable. Did her parents know about this. She tried to convince herself that they didn't, but there was no way Trent would made an announcement if they didn't. Cassie was still trying to organize her thought process. It was difficult with the amount of whispers. "Oh no, he's like the most eligible bachelor in the whole city! Why is he getting married? I'm going to die alone!" one of the girls joked."I know, right? He's so gorgeous and rich. I would have given my left arm to marry him," another girl chimed in."I had a crush on him for years. I even tried to get a job at
Cassie woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling. She rubbed her eyes, trying to remember how she got there. But her mind was a blank.She slowly got out of bed and looked around the room. It was a luxurious penthouse with a stunning view of the city. But Cassie had no idea how she ended up there.She stumbled forward, feeling a little dizzy. That's when she saw a tray on the bedside table with a glass of water and a pill."For your head," a deep voice said.Cassie turned to see a tall, imposing man leaning against the doorframe. He was watching her with a sympathetic expression.Cassie's eyes narrowed at the mystery man. "How did I get here?" she demanded.The mystery man pushed off from the doorframe and walked towards her. "You passed out on the side of the road," he said, his expression unreadable. "I brought you here."Cassie's mind was a jumble of confusion. She tried to remember what had happened, but her memories were hazy. And then it hit her - she hadn't finished her medication. She
Trent's parents continued to yell at Cassie, accusing her of stealing from the company. The other party guests started to stare and whisper to each other.It seemed like Harris and Taylor were not going to stop their rant anytime soon. Trent's uncle appeared out of nowhere in his perfectly tailored suit. He was only a couple years older than Trent and was the Cheif of operations of Silverwood. The same man who embezzled million from the company. His name was Ross Silverwood, the most cunning Silverwood. "Hey, hey, calm down," he said, placing a firm hand on Harris's shoulder. "Let's not make a scene."Harris and Taylor turned to him still fuming."I don't know what's going on here, but I do know that yelling at Cassie isn't going to solve anything," he said calmly."Fine," Harris muttered. "But this isn't over."Daria, Cassie's assistant, looked on with sympathy, but said nothing. She knew Cassie was innocent, but she also knew that speaking up would only escalate the situation. Or
"We need to come up with a plan," Arden said. "We can't just let the Silverwoods dictate what happens to Savannah. What kind of person demands something like that? He has you in a hostage situation Cassie.""I agree," Warren said. "But the Silverwoods are proving themselves to be powerful and ruthless. Just think about what Trent's going to do when he gets out. Plus Savannah did commit those crimes, and as you said, she isn't your friend."Cora nodded. "I think we should try to gather more information. Who exactly is behind this? Is it Ross, or is there someone else pulling the strings?""It was definitely Ross' voice. He's definitely stuck. I'm sure working me was the last option. He must have gone through all the motions and realized that.""You made sure there were no loopholes," Arden brushed a frustrated hand through his hair, "What now? He knew you would falter if he tugged at your heart strings!""What are you trying to say Arden?" Cassie inhaled deeply."Nothing Cassie. I'm s
A WEEK LATERCassie was busy unpacking boxes and putting away dishes in her new kitchen. Cora sat on the couch, tears streaming down her face."I'm going to miss you so much," Cora sobbed. Her voice was shaking.Cassie walked over to Cora and sat down beside her, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. "I'll miss you too, Cora. But I'll just be a few blocks away. We can hang out all the time."Arden and Warren were moving furniture into the living room, trying to stay out of the way of the emotional moment. Arden caught Warren's eye and raised an eyebrow, both of them trying not to smile at Cora's dramatics.Warren mouthed "drama queen" to Arden, who chuckled and shook his head. Cora sniffled and wiped her nose with a tissue. "It's not just that you'll be far away, Cassie. It's that this is the end of an era. We've been roommates for so long, and now you're moving on to a new chapter in your life."Cassie hugged Cora tightly. "First of all, it was five months Cora. Secondly,
It had been a week since Trent was in custody but he was in a fancy prison cell. They had applied for bail multiple times but their bail request kept getting canceled. So they opted for the next best thing, a boujee house arrest. Trent was sitting on the soft couch in the beach house, staring out the window at the ocean, which was a much more pleasant view than the one he would have had if he were still in jail.He couldn't go back home for obvious reasons. His lawyers had been able to arrange for him to be placed under house arrest at the beach house, which was a much more comfortable and luxurious environment than a jail cell.The beach house was fully staffed, with a personal chef, maid, and security team, and Trent had access to a private gym, pool, and outdoor lounge area.Despite the luxurious surroundings, Trent was getting restless and anxious to clear his name and get back to his normal life.His lawyers were working hard to prepare his defense, but the wait was agonizing f
"Wait, so you're talking me you got nothing?" "Handsome guy is smart. Why would you think he'd keep anything inside the Hauler." *A "Hauler Lounge" is a term typically used in the context of NASCAR racing. It refers to a luxury lounge or hospitality area located within the hauler. The Hauler Lounge is usually equipped with amenities such as comfortable seating, food and beverage service, and entertainment systems* Cassie sighed exasperatedly, "You know. I was really counting on him being stupid. You know what I risked setting that stupid Corvette on fire." "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it!" Cora chided. "Can you not talk about someone else's looks in front of me?" Warren chimed into the conversation. "Good morning to you too War." Cassie smiled, "Wait, is that my moisterizer you're using." Cassie asked as she stared deeply into the phone. Warren cleared his throat, "Wait, is that my house you're sleeping in? And is that my best friend you're sleeping with?" He as
Cassie pushed Trent away, her voice firm. "Get off me, Trent. You're too close."Trent's eyes narrowed, but he took a step back, giving Cassie some space.Cassie turned and walked back into the main area, where she was met with a shocking scene. Ross was pulling Ivy who was frantically screaming, away from Arden. Harris had managed to throw the knife onto the floor. "This isn't what you promised, Rossie!" Ivy cried, her words were dissolving into incoherent sobs.Cassie's eyes widened as she took in the scene. She was confused and curious at the same time. What was going on?Did Ross also know Ivy? As she watched, Cassie's mind began to wander back to the day Arden saved her from permanent humiliation. She remembered how surprised Trent had been to see Arden at the restaurant. And then there was the way Arden had talked to Harris, with such familiarity.Now, Ivy was acting like she knew Ross. What connected them all? Cassie felt like she was missing a piece of the puzzle, and she
"Cassie, are you insane?" Trent asked but there was no response. The fire just kept increasing. Then one of the workers came with a hose and tried to put it out. "Can someone get that girl in the back of a police van?" Bridget yelled, "She's obviously off her hinges!"More and more people starting gethering at the scene. Finally, Police sirenes starting blasting in the air, alongside a fire truck. "Where are you when you're needed. Please arrest this girl!"The police completely ignored Taylor and walked toward Cassie. "You're Cassie right? Are you okay ma'am? Are you hurt anywhere?"Cassie shook her head. She had tears in her eyes. "Okay ma'am, let me take that from you!" he said, gently taking the items out of her hand. "Why the fuck are you being so nice, arrest her!" Taylor shouted. "Let's get you out of her." They guided Cassie away. The other officer handcuffed a shady looking man and put him in the police van. Then he faced Taylor, "Please let us do our job. This lady re
Every summer, on specific days, the Silverwood and Murphy families would traditionally gather at the Make Way Speedclub for a day of racing and socializing with the other heirs and heiress in and out of LA. They were usually joined by other influential families with whom they had business and social ties. The network was large, ranging from Arabic billionaire's to Mexican underbosses. No matter what, they always happened to clear their social calendars. It was a chance to relax and enjoy each other's company in a high-octane setting.It was a day that everyone looked forward to, a chance to unwind and strengthen the bonds between the families.Not to forget a chance to show us their wealth through cars and fancy outfits. Even if it seemed like everyone was laid-back, it wasn't so. Everyone wanted to win, by all means possible. That's what made it so exciting. Today was one of those special days, and Cassie had made it a priority to invite herself. That was if Cassie could make it
Cora was driving and handed Cassie some tissues from the front seat. Cassie took one and wiped her nose. Warren sat beside her, trying to comfort her.Cassie was still visibly shaken, and Warren was trying to comfort her from the backseat. Cora watched the road and said, "What is Arden doing? He's driving so slow."Warren replied, "Cora, he's doing fine."Cora said, "I don't know...he's not accelerating fast enough." She scoffed, "What is he doing? Can't he see the light is green?" she said, shaking her head.Warren chuckled from the backseat. "Hey, Cora, ease up. Arden's a good driver.""Oh, great, now he's slowing down. What's wrong, doesn't he know how to merge?"Cassie sniffled and smiled weakly. "Cora, stop. Arden's driving fine."Cora grinned mischievously. "Okay, okay. But seriously, he's going 40 in a 55 zone. Come on, Arden, step it up!"Warren laughed. "Cora, you actually have road rage. Please speak to a professional."Cora shrugged. "Hey, someone's got to keep Arden on his
THE PREVIOUS DAY.Trent was posting another of the unaware photos he had of Cassie when he heard Misty drive her car into the Silverwood estate, speeding recklessly down the driveway. He watched her from the window and sighed. He could tell by the way she was driving that she was extremely angry.Trent thought to himself that Misty was definitely going to yell at him about something, but he had no idea what it could be. He sat down in his chair and waited for her to come inside.Misty came into the room, and Trent could see that she was even angrier than he had thought. She was also hurt, and Trent was shocked when he saw her face. Her skin was red and swollen, and she had blisters on her cheeks and forehead.Trent asked Misty what had happened to her, but he could tell she was too angry to talk.Misty started talking rapidly, her words tumbling out in a furious stream. "Cassie, that video, my career. Can you imagine she told me to fix my... the launch, those women, they were all lau