Maya's povThe elevator doors glide open and my breath catches. “How much money do you have?” I ask, looking around.The penthouse is vast, stretching out before me in a seamless flow of marble, glass, and soft, golden light. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city skyline, the twinkling lights of New York spread out like a glittering ocean.The living room is a masterpiece of modern elegance—plush, cream-colored sofas arranged around a sleek, black marble fireplace, a glass coffee table holding nothing but a single crystal vase with fresh white orchids. A sculptural chandelier dangles from the impossibly high ceiling, casting a soft glow over the room. The air smells faintly of expensive leather and something floral, subtle but intoxicating.“Alot,” he finally answers, loosening his tie, and if this extravagance isn't enough he speaks. “Go freshen up, we have been invited to a gala.”I freeze mid-step.“What?”“Is this going to be like last time?”“No,” he says smoothly. “This time
Cassian's povTime stops and all I see are Maya's lips, soft — shimmering against the overhead lights. I lick mine, my throat becoming dry with each second. God.She blinks rapidly moving away. “Sorry,” she mumbles, straightening her dress. “It's fine we should get going.”She nods, taking out a piece of cloth from her bag, running it over her face. The ride to the ballroom was short. My hand finds hers squeezing it just a little bit as the security guards run the metal detector over us. She forces a smile, her eyes distant as we make it inside.The grand ballroom gleams under the glow of chandeliers, their crystal pendants scattering light across the polished marble floor but all I can see is how the green dress clings to Maya's frame. It's dangerous and distracting. Gilded columns rise toward a ceiling adorned with intricate frescoes, while velvet drapes frame towering windows, revealing the city lights beyond.The air hums with laughter and conversation, punctuated by the clinking
Cassian's povMaya blinks rapidly, her hand going to her head. “What did you just do?” She asks the words slurring a bit. The world swims out of focus as she tries to steady herself.She tries to move away from me but she trips over her legs. My hands go below her legs scooping her up to my chest. Her fingers dig at my jacket as if she's trying to fight me even in this state.“Stop fighting it,” I mutter. She shakes her head as she tries to speak. “It will be okay,” I add as her eyes screw shut.My hands firm on her body, I start moving towards the building. “Sir you can't be in here,” a guard says stopping me.“I just need somewhere to place her, she took too many glasses and passed out.”I force a smile as he looks around. “You can place her in that room,” he says pointing to a door marked thirty-three. “Only for a few minutes,” he adds.“That's all the time I need,” I say as he lets us through. The door creaks open to a dimly lit room, the air thick with the smell of liquor and Cu
Maya's povI turn the other side, still feeling a bit groggy. A voice breaks through my haze. “Noooo.”My eyes flutter open as I feel a body next to me writhing. Darkness covers the space, the only light emanating from the window across the room. “No, stop,” the voice begs, a silent plea for help.“Please,” he cries. Cassian. His body jerks violently, his breath ragged. Beads of sweat cover his forehead. “I'm sorry sir I won't do it again,” he cries again.“Cassian,” I call my hands steady and firm on his cheeks. “Cassian wake up.”His hand goes on my arm, holding it tightly until his knuckles turn white. I wince as he clings to my body. Tired of his hold on me I shake him again and again, when that fails my hand goes on his cheek. His eyes screw open confusion etched on his face.“What are you doing?” He asks, looking at how I'm seated on top of him.I move from his crotch sitting back on the bed. “Waking you up, you were having a nightmare.”“I was?”“Yeah and you wanted to kill me
Cassian's povI step away from her, my eyes sweeping over the nearby buildings. “You still don't want me to make you breakfast?” I ask folding my arms over my chest.She looks perplexed, her chest moving up and down. “Uh, yeah I will just take a shower,” she says, going to the room.The kitchen is quiet except for the occasional hum of the fridge as I take out a carton of eggs. The cool shell cracks easily against the rim of the bowl, York spilling into the mixture as I whisk. The scent of sizzling bacon fills the air, mixing with the bitter aroma of the brewing coffee. I let the eggs settle into the pan, the soft hiss of the oil breaking the quiet.The door creaks open and she steps out wearing a white sundress with brown dots. Her hair is damp as she moves to the table with quiet hesitance. She barely meets my eyes as she sits down her hands folded on her lap. I slide a plate towards her and take a seat opposite her.The air is thick with unresolved tension and I can see the gears
Cassian's pov She doesn't reply and my heart plummets to my stomach. “Maya.”“What is it?” She asks, her jaw tightening. “Can't you see I'm watching something?” She points to the television her knuckles white from how hard she clutches the remote.“Can we talk?”“No.”“How about you answer my question and I will answer yours.”“I wanted to be a doctor because nobody in my family has ever made it to college.”I nod, her voice strained as she speaks. “What is a white angel?” She asked, making me cough up the water in my mouth. She never forgets anything.Her eyebrows arch. “Well.”“See this is what I'm talking about,” she says standing up. “You expect me to do what you want and when it comes to what I want you dismiss it.”“It's a mafia's wife who is not aware of what goes on in the business,” I answer before I can reconsider.“Seriously?”I nod, as she takes a seat. “And what businesses are you involved in?” She asks, eyes sharp, waiting.“Maya.”The silence between us stretches, t
Maya's povWe break apart, our breath uneven. His fingers go to his lips as if he's trying to erase what just happened. Realization slithers around us, sharp and unforgiving. The warmth of his lips still lingers like a ghost of what shouldn't have happened.“What did you just do?” He asks standing up.“What?”“Was this your plan all along?” He asks looking at me with disdain.“You kissed me,” I point out.“And you didn't stop me?” he asks his voice accusatory.My mouth falls open, the words getting stuck in my throat. “This was a mistake,” I mutter, getting away from him.“Damn right.”I slam the door behind me, several missed calls flooding my screen — they are all from Mum.A heavyweight settles in my chest, and the feeling that something is wrong makes my skin crawl. She picks up within the third ring.“Maya, it's your dad, his blood pressure shot up,” she says, her voice shaking. “We've taken him to the hospital and the doctors are working on him right now…. but I —”I don't let
Maya's pov The tablet slips from my hand falling to the floor with a clutter. Gasps escape the nurse's mouth like whispers in the night. A nauseating feeling coils inside my stomach and my leg buckles.“What is wrong with you?” Someone asks as I back away. Cassian drugged me so he could kill someone. He drugged me so he could kill someone.The words loop in my head over and over till I feel a hand steady hand on my arm. “Are you okay?” Dr. Benson asks, a concerned look on his face.I blink. “Uh, I look around and everybody's eyes are glued on me.”“Yeah.”I stand and he helps me away from prying eyes. I climb on the bed exhaustion settling on my limbs. “How are you feeling?” He asks, feeling my forehead.“I'm fine, I just lost balance there.”He looks at me with hooded eyes, “Do you need anything? An Ivey drip for once.”I shake my head forcing a smile. “No, go check on real patients I just need to rest.”He nods walking away. I take out my phone looking through the contacts, the
My heart pounds in my ears as I check the clock. Five-forty-two. This surgery shouldn't take longer than twelve hours — it's a routine procedure. I adjust the magnifying glass over my eyes, my hands shaking slightly. This has to be perfect, there is no margin for error. Leo follows my movements closely, his presence a bitter reminder of what lies at stake. I lower the operating microscope looking at the tumour.I make the first incision — a millimeter-wide opening through the pars plana, the safest entry point. The vitrector hums as I remove the vitreous humor, clearing my view.“There it is,” I murmur. The tumor is vascular — too many blood vessels weaving through it.The lights bounce off the surgical items as I take the micro-scissors trying to separate them from the blood vessels. Bit by bit I excise the tumour, the tension in the room palpable as Leo watches with unwavering eyes.Halfway through. A vessel bursts.Damn it.“Where's all this blood coming from?” “Do something,” h
Cassian's povI pick my shirt back up and take the envelope. I stop by where she stands but she won't look at me. I hold her chin, forcing her to do it.“You're too good for me,” I whisper my eyes trailing her face. “I don't want to be,” she says, her lips partly open. Maya is like a drug every time you have a little you just want more and right now I want her in a way that's not holy. “You should,” I force myself to say but my body is betraying me.My hand cups her cheeks, my body pressed against hers. Heat crawls to my groin and I just want to push her against the wall and have a piece of her.“Why?” She asks, looking completely innocent.“Because you find out every day that I'm terrible and that's not even the worst of it.”She sucks in a breath, tears brimming her eyes. “Is that why you won't let me near you?”The inches between us decrease and our breaths start to mingle. My throat goes dry, my lips itching for her taste.“Yes.”“But you will let Roxanne,” she counters.“She is
Maya's povI flip the envelope in my hand ready to open it just to piss him off. He just keeps on getting worse and if that's not enough he even sends Holden after a girl.How could he?My fingers slide under the seal tearing the top off not caring about the consequences. The paper rustles as I take it out of the envelope. Names of people are boldly written in black and the first three are marked off with a big red line.A wave of nausea hits me as I look at the photos. A woman smiles boldly in all the photos, one going to work, school another one with her kids —Is he having her followed?My eyes travel to the first paper and I recognize the name. Oscar Wright. The man he drugged me to kill.As if he couldn't get any worse I'm proved wrong. He is going around killing people, the papers slide from my lap flowing to the floor just as the door flies open.My heart lurches to my throat, my throat coming out in slow gasps. He stands there, his wide eyes mirroring mine. “Maya,” he calls p
Cassian's povHer eyes darken, her breathing coming out in short, ragged gasps as she tries to come down from the high. She buttons her shirt with practiced ease fixing her brassiere. She smooths down her skirt, a satisfied grin curling on her lips. The dim office light flickers casting shadows over the desk we just sprawled over. She takes a step back her legs wobbling slightly, but she recovers slightly like someone who has done this a million times.“You really know what you're doing.”I zip up my pants, my movements swift, detached. Grabbing a wipe, I clean my hands but the sensation of her touch lingers — the way her hips bucked when my fingers digged into them, her breath hot against my ear.“Did you need anything else?” I ask, barely meeting her eyes.She clears her throat. “Uh no, I got what I wanted,” she says, opening the door. “For now.”The words make my skin crawl. Having sex with her is like giving a child candy every time they cry — they always throw tantrums to get mor
Maya's pov“Are you still mad at me?” I ask stepping in front of Holden blocking his view from the screen. He doesn't move but shifts his grip on the controller his knuckles whitening.The bluish glow from the TV flickers across his face, highlighting the angle of his jaw. His doe eyes flick up to meet mine, but his expression is unreadable.“I'm not mad at you,” he says but his tone says otherwise. I jump next to him. “Yes you are, you have barely talked to me.”“You want me to talk to you?”I look away. “Yeah, you're my friend.”I look back just in time to see him smile. “Well, you don't act like I'm your friend.”My stomach churns. “I told you, I can't tell you what's wrong with Cassian,” I mumble, touching his thigh. “But I can tell you, I'm taking care of him and I won't let anything happen to him.”Something crosses his face. “Cool.”Silence takes over and the tension is suffocating. “Do you want me to teach you how to play?”I light up. “Yeah.”He takes another game controller
Cassian's pov“What's this I'm hearing about seducing Don Meyos daughter?” Holden asks a bored look on his face.I compose myself, but the nagging feeling of Maya leaving won't stop gnawing at me. I knew she wasn't going to stay forever so why am I feeling like I'm losing something more?“They appointed Roxanne as the new board member instead of her.”He nods. “And this concerns me how?”“We need to know why.”“I thought you liked her,” he says, raising a brow at me. “Hence taking her from Mexico to here.”“I was doing that to stop the Moretti's drug operation,” I answer. “And I did, but Don Hurio brought her here for some unknown reason.”“So you don't want her on the board.”I huff. “Yes.”“Because?”“There is something suspicious about it all," I answered taking a seat on the chair.He walks out and I let out a breath. I don't know if he believed me but that's all I have for now. I take the papers from the safe, going through them one by one. If there's something to know about the
Maya's pov“What's wrong with you, this is good news?” I ask, he barely meets my eyes as he speaks.“Nothing, I just need to be alone for now,” he says, his voice barely audible.“Okay.” I take the papers leaving his room. Holden leans outside his door, his hands in his pocket. I swallow the lump in my throat, the guilt of slamming the door on him the other day resurfacing.“Uh, hi,” I mumble.He forces a smile. “Hey.”“Uhm I'm going back to the hospital.”He nods getting inside the room. I place the papers in my room running down the stairs.“Maya, where are you going?” Dimitri asks as I put on my jacket.“To the hospital.”He looks at his watch. “At this hour?”I stop narrowing my eyes at him. “Yeah, do you have a problem?”He sighs, picking up the car keys. “No.”I walk in front of him taking a seat at the back. The hum of the engine fills the silence, low and steady but my mind is still hung up on Cassian's behavior.Was he not pleased by the news? Dimitri clutches the steering w
Cassian's pov“Sir ma'am Maya is not cooperating,” Dimitri complains, his face set in a frown.“She won't let me teach or let me anywhere near her,” he adds. I place my leg over the other slumping on the chair.“So you have come to tell me you're failing at your job,” I mumble. He remains stoic but I see the slight twitch in his jaw.“No sir, I just came —”I cut him off. “I don't care what you do or how you do it. Not a single hair on her head should be touched.”His lips form a thin line. ”But she won't.”“I don't care, like right now she is at the hospital and you're here,” I mumble checking my watch. The red dot has been there for three hours.“That only shows me how incompetent you are, leave my office before I do something I will regret.”He runs out and I hope he is going to the hospital because if anything happens to Maya I will slaughter him alive. Someone knocks on the door and I groan.“Who is it?” I ask.“It's Leo sir, may I come in.”“Yes.”He steps in, his silhouette sha
Maya's povI finish sterilizing the surgical area and arranging the tools. After some hours of preparation and long tutorials on how to do it, I finally felt confident enough to go and ask him if I could poke into his eye with a giant needle.I trudge to his office thinking of ways to convince him when I very well know this shouldn't even be this difficult.A strong scented perfume lingers around his office and just when I'm about to knock the door swings open.Roxanne steps out with a wide grin on her face. She looks at me skeptically, pulling her bag to her elbow. “Evening Maya,” she says brushing past me.Cassian appears behind her and I freeze. She is back. “What do you want?” Cassian asks, looking to where Roxanne just walked past.“To do a Biopsy.”“Can it wait?”“Can your blindness wait?”He rolls his eyes. “Let's go.”“Have you eaten anything?” I ask as I scrub myself.“Not since last night.”I put on my mask standing next to him.“What is a Biopsy?”“It's a test to determine