Cassia stood in her new sitting room, looking around as she tried to figure out where to start unpacking. The space felt fresh, filled with light pouring in from the large windows, and she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of a new life. Just as she was about to start unpacking, a soft knock
Aurora, still in shock, blinked and pushed Cassia's hands away from her body. Liam, who had been watching them, was interrupted by an important phone call. He glanced between the women and his phone, hesitating over which to prioritize. Ultimately, he decided to take the call, assuming they were mat
But what stung more now was the photo of Cassia and Liam that Aurora had sent him. The way Cassia smiled at Liam got under his skin, as if he had never meant anything to her. He didn't like it—she had gone too far this time. She had pushed him over the edge. He needed to find her, confront her, and
His heart skipped a beat when he saw a woman standing near the reception, talking to one of the receptionists. He approached her with a smile, only for it to vanish when she turned and he realized it was Stacy. Disappointment crashed over him. How had he forgotten that Cassia no longer had long hair
Cassia stepped into her apartment, closed the door, and leaned back against it as her mind replayed the scene she’d just witnessed. Seeing Darvan wrapped up with Stacy in each other's arms in that crowded room had felt like a punch to the face. She’d thought she was moving on, thought she’d let
“You mean inspired?” he teased, and she smiled again. “The Arcadia Challenge?” he guessed, glancing toward her open door, where her drafts were spread across her desk. “Glad to see you’re finally going for it.” “Thanks to you, for giving me the push and ideas I needed,” she replied, and he smile
“You…” Mrs. Sinclair started, her anger nearly getting the best of her, but Cassia didn’t give her a chance to finish. “Mrs. Sinclair,” Cassia interrupted, making Mrs. Sinclair’s brows furrow in disbelief. She couldn’t comprehend how someone like Cassia dared to talk back and cut her off mid-sente
"Darvan," she called as soon as he picked up. "I just had a rather unpleasant run-in with that girl of yours. She’s gotten awfully bold, don’t you think? Disrespectful and rude!" She clicked her tongue, her anger resurfacing. "You won’t believe the disrespect I just had to endure." "What are you
Stacy paced her room, her fingers gripping her phone tightly as she dialed Darvan’s number for the third time that morning. The line rang endlessly, but there was no answer. Fear gripped her. He had been the one calling, yet she had ignored his calls. Now that she was the one trying to reach him, an
Darvan's words caught her off guard, and she blinked at him, unsure if she had heard correctly. She opened her mouth to respond, but he spoke again, cutting her off. "I know I’ve been... difficult. I know I’ve hurt you. But I can’t stand this anymore.” He took a step closer, his voice faltering for
Once inside, he approached the bartender, placed his order, and pulled out his wallet, handing over his card. As he waited, he glanced around, noticing the happy expressions of the people around him and the interactions between the couples. He felt like the only odd one among them. "Here's your or
Stacy’s lips pressed into a thin line, her fists clenching at her sides. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but the coldness in her gaze sent a chill down Darvan’s spine. "Of course it's not her. You must be disappointed she wasn't the one you saw after waking," she muttered, her voice trembling
"Oh God, Liam!" she exclaimed, holding the glass firmly in her hands. Liam stood still, water dripping from his hair and face, his eyes wide with surprise. "Guess I startled you..." he muttered. Cassia blinked at the turn of events. She had thought it was Darvan, but she was wrong. Why was it Liam
Just as she turned a corner, strong hands grabbed her. "Ahh!" Cassia screamed in fright, her pulse hammering in her ears, her eyes shut tightly. Panic surged through her veins, the fear of her anonymous stalker overwhelming her. "Cassia, it's me," came a familiar voice, one she recognized immediat
"I know where you live. Should we meet now?" Her hands trembled, and the paper slipped from her hands to the floor as she stumbled back, her chest racing with fear. This wasn’t admiration anymore, this was pure obsessions,... This was a threat. Was she now supposed to live her life in fear? Her
"It's almost 1 a.m. Turn off the light and get some sleep," the message read. Her phone nearly slipped from her grip as fear surged through her. She ran to the switch and quickly turned off the light. "Who is it?" she muttered, taking slow, deliberate steps forward, as though making noise with her
Months later, Cassia strolled through the bustling mall alongside her two friends, who were chatting. But her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her upcoming project for the Arcadia International Design Challenge. As she walked, her eyes scanned the vibrant colors and diverse textures of the fab