“Have you forgotten what she did to me?” Becky said, “Do you not want to punish her for that?”
“I do, darling.” I said as the look of sadness on her face churned my heart. I never meant to make her feel as though she was not important to me. “But my father.. I gave him my word that I wouldn’t go after her.”
A frown etched on her face. “But that was when things were different, when your company was at stake.” She said, “You didn’t want to go against her because you were afraid she would take the money away. But what happened now? Despite your kindness in sparing her, she pulled the money from the company. And now, you have nothing to lose.”
At the mention of her words, I began to think about it for a moment. She was indeed making sense.
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Becky’s POVThat night, I twisted and turned on the bed, chasing sleep to no end. The man I loved, Calvin, was sleeping peacefully next to me, and I couldn’t help but feel envious of him. He had no idea what was going on in my mind. Ever since dinner, my mind was occupied with thoughts of Cassie. I couldn’t get her off my head no matter how hard I tried. Knowing that she met Calvin again today, and there was a chance she could take him away from me was haunting me. Although the likelihood of that happening was very low, I couldn’t help but worry about it. I trusted Calvin to think clearly and not believe her without checking with me first. But what if I was wrong? What if he believed her and found I was the one lying? What would I do then? Nothing. I would be powerless and lose the one person I love with all my heart.No, I cannot leave any space for such a possibility to occur. I cannot let Cassie come anywhere close to him now. But how can I do that? I can’t physically stop her n
“Thank you for your time, Miss Cassandra. We will get back to you in a few days.” The HR manager smiled at me out of formality as she handed me my file.One look at her face could reveal to me that I was not going to get this job as well. It was my third interview this week, and it made me realize how cut throat the competition in the job market is these days. One would be surprised to know how unwilling people could be to employ freshers, especially a beginner like me who had a few years of gap between graduating and starting my first job.The internship programme that I was a part of was not as brutal as this one, as it was landed to me due to my father’s influence. Only now do I realize how fortunate I was back then. From here on, surviving all by myself in this world cannot be as easy as it was for me all these years,
I blinked my eyes open to better make out the face looming over me. He had a concerned expression on his face as his eyes ran over mine. He pulled out a piece of cloth and rubbed my mouth, wiping away the blood that trickled down. I couldn’t help but wince in pain at that.“Hey, Miss.” Said the stranger. It was a middle aged gentleman, I realized. “Are you okay?”I nodded, groaning, as suddenly, it felt as though my entire body hurt. I could feel tears prick at my eyes as the sting in my nose intensified. I also grew aware of the cold air striking against my wound on the knees and forearms, making me shudder against the pain. I could sense that the man was worried, a look of helplessness crossing his face.He looked around frantically, seeing if he could ge
“It does not take a genius to figure out who did it.” Enzo said as he poured me a cup of hot chocolate.I was sitting by the counter, watching him fill the cup to almost the brim before he walked toward me. Handing me the cup, he fetched one for himself and settled down in front of me. I knew that he could read me like an open book at this point, so when a small smile nestled on his lips, I didn’t wonder why.“You don’t want to accept it, do you?” He asked, amused at my blinded faith in my husband.“I know Calvin is mad at me, but I don’t think he hates me so much that he would send a goon after me.” I tried to reason, “What if it is a coincidence. What if it was a robber?”
A knock came on my door in the early hours of the morning, making me groan. I squinted my eyes at the partially closed curtains, fighting against the bright beams of sunlight slipping through them. As I looked at the clock on the wall above it, it revealed 8:30 am.That wasn’t so early after all. Perhaps it was the exhaustion from last night that put me to a good sleep way beyond my normal wake up time. Brushing the sleep from my eyes, I got up and straightened my clothes. Roughly combing my hair, I went to the door and opened it.Enzo was busy typing something on his phone on the other side. He was decked up in a polished black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath. He sported his usual Rolex on the hand that he shoved into his trouser pockets. His sharp eyes looked toward me in impatience, and I understood that
Later that afternoon, while I was lazing around in my room, I heard some commotion outside. I could hear some muffled voices, and I realized that one of them belonged to Lawrence’s and it was slowly rising. Wondering what it could have been about, I stepped out. As I walked into the living room, I realized that he was speaking to some on the other side of the door.In fact, it looked like he was blocking someone from entering.“Excuse me!” The voice said, “You better move aside right freaking now if you wish to keep your job. You don’t know who you are talking to.”As soon as I recognised that unforgettable voice, my eyes widened. Wow. What was happening?“That’s precisely what I’m worried ab
Becky's POV“Have you heard the news?” Calvin’s father, Peter said as he folded the newspaper. Tossing it on the sofa, he came to join us at the breakfast table.Calvin looked up in confusion. He had no idea of what he was talking about. But I did. And I couldn't wait to let this conversation unfold. “What?” He said.“News about Cassie.” Peter said, “She was attacked yesterday.”“Attacked?” Calvin exclaimed, dropping his spoon on his plate. “By who?”Peter raised his brows at him, giving him a sly smirk, as though he caught the culprit. “That’s what I’m wondering. Do you have anything to say?”“Me? Why would I…” Calvin’s eyes widened in realization, “You can’t possibly think I was the one behind it?”“Why not? It fits the plot.”
Cassie's POV “Ahhhh!!!!” I screamed in horror. I got up and sat straight at once. I frantically looked around, searching for my perpetrator. But he was nowhere to be seen. I then realized that I was not in the middle of nowhere. I was in my bedroom. I could feel sweat dripping from my face, and my breath becoming erratic. It was yet another nightmare. It was my third time today. In every dream, the same scene repeated in my head. I was taken to a dark lane and was attacked continuously. Before it could get any worse or before Peter could come to my rescue, I would wake up from sleep, utterly drenched with sweat and gasping for breath.Right then, the door to my room opened. Enzo walked in. “Cassie!” He said as he sat on my bed, “What happened?” “I’m sorry, it was nothing.” I said, “Another nightmare.” “Another?” He asked, surprised. “This is getting out of control. You need to see a doctor. They might help you.” “No,” I said, “I don’t want to start therapy again. I just need 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