When I next woke up, a blank white ceiling came into my view. In the periphery, I noticed a plastic tube hanging from a rod, quickly recognising that it was an intravenous drip set. A constant beeping of a machine interrupted my thoughts, grabbing my attention. Slowly, the smell of sanitizer filled my nostrils, and it didn’t take me long to recognize where I was. At a hospital. I blinked my eyes to clear my view and tried to move my hand. A sharp pain shot up my forearm, making me realize that there was a needle inserted there. As I looked down, I noticed a cannula inserted into my hand, slowly infusing me with fluids. I then felt a gentle touch on my forearm, making me look up at once. It was Kelly. I frowned at her. “Kelly?” I said. I quickly realized that my voice was groggy, so I cleared my throat. “What are you doing here?” “You recognize me?” She said in relief, “Good, we haven’t completely lost you then.”“What?” I said, “What happened to me?” “Well, stress happened.” She
When it was finally time for discharge, Kelly had an emergency. “There’s an important meeting I need to attend, Cassie.” She said, “Do you think you’ll manage on your own with Enzo?” By this point, all the essential paperwork had been taken care of and my IV line was removed. I was prescribed oral medication for the next few days, and there was absolutely nothing to worry about. However, as part of the protocol, I had given some blood tests and we were awaiting the results of those. In the meanwhile, Enzo spoke to me about my relationship with Calvin and on what basis he was filing for the divorce. After spending a couple of hours with him, I realized that he was genuinely good at his job and hiring him would help me get a fair share of bargain during the divorce proceedings. He also managed to help me ease into the conversation very quickly, and before I realized, I was opening up to him about a lot of things. Thanks to Kelly, I managed to develop a healthy acquaintance with him i
Angst filled me at once as I looked at the gun. My first instinct was to run or flee from the place, but somehow I remained rooted in my place. I was perplexed and astonished, so much so that my brain just froze, no primitive protective reflexes kicking in. Before I could do anything, I felt the sound of metal clinking and suddenly, my hands were taken behind me and my wrists were locked. It was then that I realized that I was handcuffed. Fighting against the metal confines, I finally broke out of my trance and looked at the police officers in horror. “What's the meaning of this?” I said, “Get me out of these!” “Ma’am, I suggest that you cooperate with us and come to the police station.” One of the older gentlemen said, giving me a nasty look. “No!” I yelled, “Why am I arrested? I didn’t do anything!” “Ma’am, you’re booked under the charge of attempted murder. We have received a complaint that you attempted to kill Miss Becky Reeds. The complaint came from your own husband, so w
The old officer reluctantly got up from his seat, murmuring something to myself in annoyance. Shoving the recording device into his pocket, he left the room and banged it shut. I heaved a sigh of relief at departure, my heart finally calming down. Thank God Enzo was here. I would not have been able to handle this myself. It came as such a shock to me as I’d never imagined that Calvin could go to such an extent to punish me. In retrospect, I realized that my encounter with Becky and him in the hospital could have been the cause for all of this. He looked visibly angry with my words and actions, and I could only imagine all the lies she fed him after I’d left. Driven by anger, he might have reported me to the police, seeking some form of revenge from me. There was a knock on the door right then, and it opened shortly after. I instantly sank back in my seat as Enzo walked in, shutting the door behind him. I could feel the grimace that was forming on my face as he took a seat in front o
Calvin’s POV Just as my car pulled into my porch, I got a phone call. My lips pursed when I read that it was none other than Kelly, Cassie’s best friend. Leaving a grunt, I sat unmoving in my spot, contemplating if I should take the call or not. Before I could make up my mind, the call disconnected, and I let out a sigh of relief. “Something the matter, sir?” said Gavin, my chauffeur, noticing that I was not getting out of the car despite reaching home. “Nothing.” I said, snapping out of my thoughts. As I opened the door and got down, my phone started buzzing again with the same phone call. Seeing that there was little use in dodging her calls, I finally picked it up. “Hello?” I said, staring at the dark night sky. It was pretty late in the night, way beyond midnight, so I hoped that she was calling for a good reason at this ungodly hour. “What is wrong with you?” She demanded at once, taking me aback. “Excuse me?” I said, frowning to myself whilst waving a hand of dismissal t
Calvin’s POV My father’s words echoed in my mind all night long, so much so that I couldn’t catch even a second’s worth of sleep. I was so taken with my own anger and resentment with her that I had completely forgotten the business equation our marriage brought into the picture. My father was right. It was true that it was her father’s money in our company that was keeping us alive. Arnold Harper was a real estate tycoon who was rather successful in business. Merely being associated with his brand name helped us tremendously, and being married to his daughter definitely gave us a much needed boost. While most of our investors were pulling their money during our tough times, it was Arnold Harper that remained loyal to us, although it was damaging his company. However, now that I put his daughter in prison, I don't know how he would react to the news. I hoped that he wouldn’t be too pissed with me and pull out the money. The damage was already done and I didn’t know how to fix it yet
Cassie’s POVAs we pulled up in front of my parents' house, a wave of nostalgia hit me. It was right in the center of the city, yet it felt like a peaceful world of its own, far removed from the noise and chaos outside. It was my little escape. The mansion wasn’t just home to my family—it was also where the staff lived, the people I’d spent most of my childhood with. It was one of the biggest estates in the city, owned by one of the wealthiest men in the country: my dad, Arnold Harper.To the outside world, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Sure, I was adopted, but my earliest memories were all from this house. People always looked at me with envy, assuming I had the perfect childhood, but I couldn’t help but laugh. My childhood was anything but perfect. Even though I wasn’t born into this family, I always felt the love of a child who was chosen.The truth was, my family was always distant, and that mainly came from my mom and sister, who, to this day, still couldn’t accept
“B-but Mom..” I stammered, “Where else will I go? I have nowhere-” “Well, that’s not my problem.” She said, throwing her hands up. “I’m surprised you think you still have a place in this house. The day you married your husband, you were left on your own. And after the disgrace you brought to this family by trying to kill your own best friend.. We’d be foolish to accept you back into the family.” “Mom! At least you have to believe that they are merely rumors!” “I don’t care!” She yelled, “Your name has been all over the media, Cassie! Do you know how much damage you’ve done to the company? We’ve had enough of your bullshit troubling us. Please leave, Cassie! I don’t want anyone to believe that we are supporting this behavior of yours!” Tears were streaming down my face at this point. I couldn’t believe that my own mother was such things to me. How could she leave me on the streets like this?“Mom, please don’t do this.” I said, “I need your help. And where is dad? I need to speak t
I couldn’t believe this woman. She didn’t change a bit. Every time she finds an opportunity to exploit, she makes sure she gets it by hook or by crook. And that’s exactly what she’s doing now too. I clearly underestimated how smart my mother could be when she wanted something.“Of course you are, Mrs Harper.” Mrs Ashford said. “You’ve raised Cassie all these years. You must attend her engagement.” Mrs Ashford was not familiar with my mother’s game. She probably thought she was meaning well, but the truth couldn’t be farther from it. “Thank you, Mrs. Ashford.” She said, “I wouldn’t miss her engagement for the world.” “Of course, you won’t.” I said, walking away from her. Mrs Ashford followed me as I got the dress packed. As expected, the two evil women left us alone after they got what they wanted with victorious grins on their faces. Shaking my head in dismay, I walked out with Mrs Ashford and got into the car. She noticed my troubled face and reached out for my hand. “Don’t wor
I folded my arms across my chest, glaring at her. Did they plan this? Of course they had to. There was no way they were here by coincidence. They were so eager to kick me out of their lives back then, so why did they want to speak to me now? “Fiona?” Mrs Ashford said, “What are you doing here?” Right. I forgot they were friends. Great. “Mrs Ashford, I just came to meet my daughter-in-law.” She said, “I wanted to see how she was doing. I heard there has been a lot going on in her life after the divorce…” “First of all.” I said, “Calvin and I are divorced. I’m no longer your daughter in law. And you never treated me like one when I was married to your son, so I don’t get why you’re talking to me now. If you’ll excuse us, I need a lot-” “Oh, don’t be so upset, Cassie.” She said, “What has happened is in the past. You know we don’t have to remember everything. Why can’t we make a fresh start?”“A fresh start?” I scoffed, “I’m already doing that and I urge you to do the same.” “No, C
As I walked along the pavement of the busy streets of New York, I couldn’t help but miss the smell of the ocean, the humid air that added curls to my hair and the fresh breeze that kept me alive. Miami turned out to a perfect escape for Enzo and I. After spending our days by the ocean, strolling through the streets and exploring beautiful cafes, flying back home left a longing in my heart. I couldn’t wait to go back to Miami. “Hello, dear.” Mrs Ashford said as she saw me approaching her. Opening her arms open for me, she welcomed me into a warm motherly embrace. “You look wonderful. How was your trip?”“It was perfect.” I said, pulling away from her hug. “When have you come back here?” “Just last night.” She smiled. “I promised I would help you pick the dress, didn’t I?” “Oh, you didn’t have to come all the way here for that. I could’ve asked one of my friends to help out.” “But I wanted to be here.” She said, “I never got to celebrate my daughter’s wedding. Life’s giving me a se
I watched with anticipation as Enzo spoke to that man. The man’s face twisted with fear, and before I could understand why, he got up from his seat and headed outside. Enzo came back to the table with a neutral expression, making sure nobody suspected anything. Once he was seated, I turned toward him to ask, “What did he want?” He shook his head, “He was someone from the press. He wanted pictures of us together.” “Press?” I frowned. He didn’t look like he was from the press. Why would he ask me to take care of Enzo if he was a journalist? “I don’t think so…” “He was under a disguise so he would look like a tourist.” He said, “It’s fine. It’s nothing we should be worrying about. I warned him to not bother us anymore.” I nodded, but somewhere deep inside, I knew that the man was not telling the truth. There was more to the story than he let on. But for now, I let it go. If I saw him again, of course, I would confront him. Right then, Enzo touched my forearm. When I looked toward h
He was looking at me with a curious gaze, as if he was trying to figure me out. “Excuse me?” I said, urging him to move. “You’re Cassandra?” He asked. He didn’t seem like a native english speaker. “Uh… yes.” I said, “Do I know you?” He shook his head, “No.” He said and glanced behind him toward our table. “You’re with him?’I looked at Enzo. “Yes. What do you want?” “Nothing.” He said, stepping away. “You take good care of him, young lady.” I frowned, but took the chance to walk away. As I walked back to the table, Enzo turned around to reach out for my hand. As I took the seat beside him, I turned around to see if the man was still there. He was gone. “What’s the matter?” Enzo asked, looking at my confused face. “Nothing.” I said, turning away. “It was nothing.” ***After lunch, Enzo took me to one of Miami’s tourist attractions- Wynwood Walls. It was an art museum of sorts situated in the streets, with many famous artists displaying their work there. As a fellow art lover
The next morning at breakfast, I made everyone some coffee for their hangover. After Enzo and I went to bed, the party continued till morning downstairs. It was Phoebe’s birthday today, so we had an entire day planned. Sadly, we'll probably have to cancel a few of them today to let these guys rest. “You were wild last night.” Enzo complained, “How long did the party go? Three? Four?” “Three thirty in the morning.” Leo said, clutching his head, “I’m just glad we made it back to the villa in one shape. We were drunk off our faces last night. It’s a miracle one of us hasn't jumped into the ocean.” “Jesus, I should not have left you guys alone.” Enzo said, sipping on his coffee.“It’s fine, Enzo. at least we had a blast.” Phoebe said, looking toward me with a sorry look. “We missed you. I hope you’re rested well for today.” “I am.” I said, tucking behind a strand of hair. “Wait.” Phoebe said, catching my hand mid air. She examined my finger then and showed it to Enzo. “Is that an eng
I lost track of time as I fell into bliss. By the time I found my way back to Enzo’s lap, I was utterly exhausted, yet not satisfied. “Tired already?” He said, brushing some wet strands away from my face. “Shall we go to bed?” “No.” I said in a stern tone, fixing him with a glare. “Get your hands off of me and let me do my thing.” He gave me an amused look and watched me struggle against him. He then stabilised my hip, and that’s when I found the chance to wrap my hands around his dick. And then, I slowly guided it toward my slit. “So wet, baby.” He said, taking me in for a kiss. “Always.” I said, and gently started rubbing against him, coating his length with my wetness. I could feel it harden with every stroke, his breath growing heavy with each passing second. When he had had enough, Enzo gripped my grips tightly, forcing me to freeze. Then, he took his dick and thrust it into my vagina. “Ah!” I groaned as he suddenly filled me up with his girth, digging my nails into his sho
I groaned against his lips, and before I knew it, I was straddling his thighs. “Enzo…” I whispered against his lips, “I need you…” “I need you too, darling.” he said, and pulled us both back until he rested against the headboard of the bed. I stared into his fiery eyes burning with desire. Holding his jaw, I dropped soft kisses along his neck, travelling down toward his collar bone. As I climbed back up, his lips seized mine at once, holding them captive. Right then, his hands travelled to the sash of my robe and gently tugged at it. The loose cloth came apart at his mercy, parting to reveal my torso. Without breaking the kiss, Enzo’s hand travelled in to graze the skin of my chest, his fingers quickly spotting my erect nipple. “Ugh!” I groaned as he pinched at it hard. Breaking away from the kiss, I looked at him. He smirked as he saw my face, “That good?” He said, “How about this then?” He proceeded to pull the robe away from my mound and dipped his head to take my nipple int
“What is your problem, Cassie?” He mumbled, looking at me in absolute defeat. “I’m sorry?” I said. “What are you doing?” He asked, “Is this some sort of a punishment? Do you want me to die of an early heart attack or something?” I widened my eyes at his absurd words. “Enzo, come on. Don’t be silly.” I said, pushing aside a strand of wet hair. Enzo sighed and got up from his place. Fetching a towel, he went to sit behind me and put the towel to my head. Rubbing my head gently, he asked, “Then why are you doing this?” “I’m not doing it on purpose.” I said, “It’s not like my life’s agenda is to trouble you.” “That’s what it looks like to me.” He said, rubbing my scalp with the towel. I didn’t say anything for a while, only let him dry my hair without whatever it was that he was doing. After he was done, threw the towel aside and sat behind me, legs hanging on either side of me. “Why didn’t you wait for the girls at that shop?” He asked, breath fanning against my neck. “Why did yo