Enzo’s POVI felt exhaustion taking over my body as I stared at the screen before me. I saw seated in the backseat of my car and my driver was sitting in the front. I need to work on a document to share with a client but I couldn't focus. My thoughts were drifting to Cassie. I was wondering how she was doing and if she was okay. I would have to force myself to focus back on work, as worrying about her will hardly do us any good. If I wanted to help her, I would have to wrap up my pending work and give her case my undivided attention. Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked at the task at hand and started working on it. Within a few minutes, I finished writing the document and saved it. I was busy typing away when I heard my phone ring. I grabbed the phone with annoyance. When I read the caller ID, it only revealed an unknown number. Clicking my tongue in dismal, I cut the call and went back to writing my email. After about five minutes, I finished all my work. I closed my laptop and
Calvin’s POV I had a throbbing headache when I came back from the office. This week had been pretty hectic. I barely had any time to take a break. The only good thing was that Cassie was finally out of the way. I could peacefully focus on better things now.Becky had gone shopping earlier in the day and didn’t return yet. I took that chance to go to my room and rest for a while. I quickly showered and got ready for a nap. As I made my way to the bed, I noticed that the trash box in my room was filled. Beside it lay another paper bag which was also filled with things. Curious, I walked toward it and looked inside. It was a photo frame. And it looked familiar. When I pulled it out, I realized that it was my wedding photo. I was shocked to see it in the trash. Becky must have thrown it there, now that Cassie and I were divorced. It felt strange to look at our picture now. My heart felt heavy. Cassie looked so happy back then, as it was her dream to marry me. But it wasn’t mine. I did n
Calvin’s POV The party was in its full swing but I hated every minute of it. I was having a bad headache, and I couldn't wait for the party to end. However, Becky seemed to be having the time of her life. She was really enjoying the party, and I didn’t have the heart to scold her. So I just kept quiet and sipped on my beer. Soon, Jonathan came up to me and started chatting. “How does it feel to be finally divorced, Calvin?” I rolled my eyes at him. “Well, so far so good.” “What sort of a question is that, man?” Kylie, my other friend replied. “It’s a divorce at the end of the day. And divorces are not rosy.” “Yes, mine wasn’t either.” I said. “Come on, man.” Jonathan said, “You hated Cassie, remember? Good riddance. Look at Becky. She’s your woman now. Aren’t you happy?” “I am.” “See, that’s what I’m looking for.” “How is Cassie, by the way?” Kylie asked, “Any news about her?”“Oh, didn’t you hear?” Jonathan said, “It seems like Cassie got beaten up in prison recently.” “Wo
Enzo’s POVAs I entered the room I found Cassie sitting on the right, her eyes looking aimlessly ahead. Her eyes were hollow, her lips parched. To put it mildly, she looked lifeless. She didn't look toward me until I came to stand before her. But when she finally did, her face gave away nothing. I expected her to be angry with me for persistently showing up here despite her refusal to meet me. But she wasn't. She was just dead. It was right then that I saw a brace on her left hand and I widened my eyes in surprise. “What happened?” I asked, kneeling to get a better sight of it. As I examined it, I realized that it could perhaps be a fracture.“I sprained my hand.” Came her monotonous reply. “How?” She remained mute at that. Her response was weird, why wasn’t she saying anything? “Cassie?” I asked again. “What happened?” “I.. got into a fight.” “A fight?” I asked, “Why?”“You don't need to know."“Did someone attack you?’ “I'm not going to tell you.” I sighed. I knew that pushin
Cassie’s POV It was the early hours of the morning. Sun had barely risen above the horizon when I heard banging on the iron bars of my cell. At first, I thought it was something else and went back to sleep. But when I heard someone call out for me, I realized that they were trying to wake me up. I got up at once. Squinting my eyes, I looked toward the torchlight that the guard was flashing on my face. I groaned in reluctance as I covered my eyes. “What’s the matter with you?” I asked. “Get a move on it, will you?” came his gruff voice. “We need to go.” “Go?” I asked, perplexed, “Go where?” “You are being transferred to another prison.” I sat up straight in surprise. No way. Just when I was getting used to this prison, why were they transferring now? What did I do? I stayed out of trouble for the past week, so it can’t be for that. “What?” I asked, “What the hell for?” “Blame your lawyers, not me.”My lawyers? What did they do now? “Now, will you get up? We’re getting late.” H
Becky’s POV The door banged shut. I woke up from sleep and looked to my right. Much to my relief, it was Calvin. Thank god he was home!Once he arrived, I no longer felt sleepy. I wanted to talk to him. “Calvin.” I said, placing a hand over my chest, “What’s the matter? Why are you so late?” “I had some work at the office.” Came his monotonous reply. Without uttering another word, he went into his closet. He only came out a minute later with a towel hanging around his hips. “So late?”“Yes.” I frowned. “Calvin? What’s the matter? You seem disturbed.” “I got to know that Enzo is reopening the case.” “What?” I scoffed, amazed. “Is he crazy? Why would he do that? He has nothing!”“That’s what we assumed, but we were wrong. He must have found something to use against us. Why else would he have reopened the case, Becky?”I was astonished. What was happening? What did they find that I hadn’t already destroyed? They couldn’t have discovered any physical evidence, because there simpl
Cassie’s POVIt had been about ten days since I last visited this place, and safe to say, it seemed a hell lot different today than it had been on that day. I wasn’t sure if it was the energy in the room, the receptivity of the people or the fear on Calvin’s face that made me seem like I was walking into a different courtroom altogether. Yes, Calvin was scared. The last time I saw him like this was when I announced to everyone that I would be pulling the money from his company. That was the day he realized that he was no longer in power. There was nothing he feared more than that, and today, a similar situation seemed to be unfolding before me. When he saw me being dragged into the court, surrounded by the police, he sent me a look of anger. It seemed as though he was holding me responsible for putting him in this place once again, stealing away the time he wanted to celebrate his victory against me. By his side, Becky was trying to speak to him about something, trying to move his f
Cassie's POV “Replay the video.” Said the judge, failing to believe his own eyes. I couldn’t blame him, for what Enzo had produced as evidence in the courtroom was astounding. I was perplexed as to how he managed to get his hands on something like this. The video was recorded from the car, giving a view of the driver and the passenger. The driver seemed erratic and wobbly, sloppily driving on the empty road. After a few seconds, the driver suddenly turned the wheel to a side, ending up colliding the vehicle with the tree. Fumes erupted from the bonnet, and the airbags opened in the front seat. The driver was unconscious, their head on the airbags as blood dribbled down it. Right then, the passenger door opened and they got down. They came to stand in front of the car, revealing their faces. It was me.I approached the driver’s side to help Becky, but Becky wouldn’t budge. I then proceeded to pull her phone out of her pocket and call for help. I had no memory of this video. I wasn
Enzo’s POV I felt a small nudge on my stomach as I woke up. Assuming it to be Cassie’s limb, I ignored it. However, the nudge soon tickled it and then I felt something wet. My eyes opened to look at Emmy crawling on my chest, trying to bite my skin. A smile tugged at my lips upon the sight of her adorable face. Picking her up to my face, I placed a kiss on her cheek. “How did you come here, darling?” I mumbled as I shifted to my side. And right then, I saw it. A small cupcake was resting on the bed with a note that read: Happy Birthday Daddy. I widened my eyes in surprise and grabbed my phone to check the date. Damn. I really lost track of time. “Happy birthday, baby.” Cassie grinned, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. “First birthday with our daughter, aren’t you thrilled?” “Absolutely,” I said as I watched Emmy. She was making weird, excited noises now, eyeing the cupcake. Her hands were reaching out toward it, and I scraped off the frosting on top to place it on her lips.
As I went back home, I wondered what all of that was about. The man seemed weird, but should I tell Enzo? I was worried that he was already so stressed with everything at work. I was sure he would be overthinking with this even more. The last thing I wanted was to burden him, so I guess I would have to keep this one to myself. What Kent Rover said could’ve been a result of a massive ego hurt and nothing at all. In that case, there was no reason to alert Enzo. If he approached me again, then I would talk to Enzo about it. As I went home, I found Sara and Emmy playing in the living room as usual. However, what was strange was that Mark, Enzo’s associate, was added to the mix. And from the way Sara was laughing at whatever he had to say, I could tell that they were having a rather good time. “Hello.” I said as I walked in, “Didn’t expect you here, Mark.” He gave me a casual smile as he looked at me. “I’m sorry. I’m running errands for your fiance, please don’t mind.” “Not at all.”
As his rough hands caressed my skin, I couldn’t help but succumb to the pleasure. He was masterful at his craft and I’d long lost my immunity against his ways. Everytime he touched me, he set me on fire, and I very willingly submitted myself to him. Even though I knew he would be my doom. Despite my annoyance with him, one simple touch from him made me melt like a puddle. I was weak for him once again. But I hated being like this. I hated that I had no self control over this man. I couldn’t let him overpower me like this. He could use this as a tactic to make up with me every time I was upset. As if the Lord heard my concern, Emmy’s cry reached us. We sprung apart at once, staring at each other, dumbfounded. “Is that Emmy?” Enzo asked, gasping for breath. “Yeah,” I mumbled with an equally raspy voice as I pulled away from him. “I’ll check on her.” He was reluctant to let go of his hold on my body as I pulled away. But finally, he gave in, his shoulders slumping down as his bod
Later that evening, after Enzo was done with work, he walked in on me laying in the bathtub. His shoulder slumped, an exhausted sigh leaping out of him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you were here.” “You want to join?” I proposed, knowing very well that he was dying for a bath. “I don’t mind.” Although he was still giving me attitude, he could not refuse the tempting offer I gave him. Without a word, he stripped naked in front of me and descended into the tub across from me. I couldn’t help but give him a disappointed smirk, “How long are you going to continue this?” “Continue what?” “This.” I said, motioning toward the distance between us. “Giving me the cold shoulder. Ignoring my calls. Throwing me unnecessary shade.” A hint of a smile touched his lips. “I like the peace it's bringing to my life. I might continue with this for a bit.” My mouth fell open. The bastard. Right then, Enzo grabbed my right foot from the edge of the tub and pulled it toward him, lathering it with som
It took me a week to finally get back to work. Leaving Emmy with Sara was still not feasible, so I decided to start working from home for now. My team missed me back at the office and told me that they’d want to have me in person. But they were relieved this morning that they could see me at least on videocall. I was currently waiting for Raymond to join our private call whilst looking over the notes I made. As soon as the call connected, his face appeared. “Hello, Cassandra.” He said, “It’s great to see you after so long.” “You too. I’m excited to be back.” I said, holding up my notes, “And I came prepared. Shall we start?” “Yes, right away.” We spent the next hour discussing the project and coming up to date with what was happening. I noted all the issues Raymond faced and promised to fix them from our end. “So that’s it then?” He asked. “Yes, just one small thing. Completely off topic.”“Shoot.” “Do you know what’s up with Enzo? I can tell him there’s something at work tha
Much to Enzo’s annoyance, I made sure Sara and Enzo sat at the table for breakfast. Enzo could tell that I was doing this on purpose, but he was polite enough to not call me out on my tactics. He simply poured himself some juice and got to eating. “So, Sara.” I said, “What are you studying at college?” Enzo glared at me, but he listened to her anyway. “I majored in English literature.” She said, taking a spoonful of salad into her mouth.“Oh, that’s interesting.” I mused. “Yeah, I didn’t get to finish it, though.” She said, “I had to drop out of college within eight months since I couldn’t afford the tuition. My scholarship was revoked halfway, and well…” “Why did that happen?” Enzo asked, “Your scholarship.” “Ah, well. The company that was funding my education went bankrupt.” She said, “I had no choice but to quit.” “And your father?” He asked, “He couldn’t help out?” She scoffed, “My father has been dependent on me for three years now. There’s no way he can help me.” “What
“What were you thinking?” Enzo hissed as soon as it was just the two of us. When I asked Sara if she would like to be Emmy’s nanny, she was stunned. It took her a good minute to understand the pros and cons, but when she realized how much we were willing to pay, it was a no brainer for her. She said yes instantly. Poor girl was working three jobs right now. If all went well, she could quit two of those for the pay she would be receiving here. However, the only person who was not happy with the entire set up was Enzo. “Enzo, don’t tell me this isn’t a good plan.” I said, “She is a reliable person, and she has good instincts. I mean, you’ve seen how she was with Emmy. And we desperately needed a nanny anyway.” “Yes, but Sara isn’t the only person available for the job.” He said, “God, she’s my sister. You don’t know if I want her in my life.” “You don’t?” I asked, “Is that what this is about? You can’t stand the sight of her anymore?” “That’s not it.” He gritted his teeth, “I do
Cassie’s POV Three weeks later, Enzo and I sat in our living room, waiting for our guest. It took him all these days to finally see the meaning in my words, and he decided to meet his sister now. “Where is she?” He said, glancing at his watch. “I’m running late.” “Gosh, Enzo. Give her a minute. She is in the elevator.” He let out a ragged breath. I could tell that he was nervous, but he wouldn’t let it show. This was how he’s been acting all week, as though meeting his sister was not a big deal. He was hell bent on proving to me and perhaps even himself that her presence in his life won’t matter too much. But I knew how much of a difference it would make. Especially if she was nothing like the woman he was making her out to be in his head. Right then, I heard a knock on the door making me stand up at once with a hopeful smile. I went to the door and opened it, and it revealed a familiar young woman. She looked just as pretty as when I last saw her, but anxiousness made her face
That night, Enzo didn’t come home. I was growing anxious by the second, unaware of what to do. I needed to speak to him desperately about what I learned, but he was unavailable. I left him multiple messages, called him several times, but he didn’t respond. After staying awake for him for hours on end, I finally received a text from him. “I’m staying back at the office.’ - Enzo. That was it. No news about when he’ll be back. Or why he was staying there. I guess I knew the answer to the latter. But I hoped I could know when I could next see him because I could not keep the news about his sister to myself any longer. The news weighed me down. I didn’t know what to make of it. And I had no idea how Enzo would react to it either. Would he accept her? Or refuse to acknowledge her? His was his blood, his only family for all I knew. She was kept from him for no fault of hers. Surely he wouldn’t be harsh toward her. I spent the entirety of the next day in agony, pacing around the house