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
'she looked just like her... But how can that be possible?" Cassia noticed the woman’s expression but stayed quiet. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded. "Yes, I’m fine, ma’am." The woman turned back to her, offering a gentle smile. "You remind me of someone I once knew," she said softly. "Str
Days turned into weeks since Cassia's near-drowning incident. Although she had been discharged from the hospital, Martinez hadn’t eased up on the case. He was determined to find the person responsible for the attempted murder. Every day, he made calls, met with people, and followed every lead he cou
"And looking at things, who knows? I might be the one to show the girl you abandoned all the love you failed to give her." Martinez's expression was deadly serious, his words dripping with intent. His lips curved into a smirk as he chuckled softly, straightening up and patting Darvan’s shoulder lig
What the hell was his uncle trying to do? Darvan’s jaw tightened as he stood frozen on the sidelines, feeling like a complete outsider while watching Martinez sit comfortably at Cassia’s bedside. It was infuriating. His uncle could have at least respected the fact that Cassia was his ex. Sure, their
"What's wrong with him?" She wondered silently, her eyes narrowing as she search his face for answers. He said nothing, his eyes sweeping over her from head to toe, as if meticulously assessing the damage. The deep frown etched on his face made Cassia’s stomach churn with unease. She parted her lip
As Martinez walked toward his car, the dive coach and those at the seashore couldn’t help but whisper among themselves. “Hope she’ll be okay.” “Where exactly did the coach go?” “He promised to stay back to double-check everything.” “He deserves to be held accountable for being careless.” “Maybe
Quinn and Kiara emerged from the water, swimming toward the shore while laughing and chatting as they removed their masks. "That was fun," Kiara murmured. Quinn's eyes scanned the area for the coach. Not spotting him, she shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I thought the coach said he'd wait her
Cassia stepped out of the mall, her small shopping bags swaying at her sides, the cool evening breeze brushing her face. She glanced over her shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time, her unease growing with each passing moment. "Okay, seriously, what’s wrong?" Quinn asked, noticing the dist
"It just... felt like someone was watching us," she added, her gaze still fixed behind them. Quinn turned, scanning the street, but it was empty. "There’s no one there. Maybe you’re imagining things? I mean, why would anyone with bad intentions follow us during the day? They're not that stupid," Qu