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
Cassia walked towards the clerk, ignoring Darvan's gaze. She had spotted him the moment she entered, but refused to acknowledge his presence or his friends. She had come to pick up a custom jewelry piece for an important client Liam had mentioned, and she wasn’t about to let Darvan ruin her mood o
Cassia fought to stay composed, not wanting to get into such a conversation with him—not now. “I’ll…” she began, but Lucas took a step closer, leaning toward her, causing her to instinctively shift backwards. “Honestly, Cassia, I always knew Darvan didn’t deserve you at all,“ he continued. “He nev
“Could she really move on… if it’s not with me?” he wondered to himself, beginning to feel the weight of the possibility. Just then, the clerk approached him, holding a small, packaged gift in hand. "I'll be out for a while," Fredrick told Darvan, ending the call afterwards. “Here’s your order,” T
Nora welcomed them inside, gesturing toward the dining area where breakfast was already set. The warm scent of freshly cooked chicken and buttered toast filled the room, making Cassia’s stomach grumble softly. "Thank you for coming," Nora said as they took their seats. She offered Cassia a small s
Martinez took Cassia to a quiet, upscale restaurant that evening. Soft lighting and low chatter filled the air as they settled into their seats. "You do realize we’re supposed to be keeping a low profile, right?" Cassia teased, glancing around the elegant space. The room was filled with people; so
Martinez sat on the couch, phone in hand, his eyes glued to the screen, his brows drawn together in concentration. It hadn't been long since he had picked up Cassia from Nora’s place and brought her home. "Have you eaten?" Cassia asked, but he didn’t respond. His attention remained locked on his ph
Darvan stormed into his mansion, his mind replaying the moment his mother had slapped him. The memory pissed him, making his blood boil. "You are no son of mine." The words echoed in his head, causing him to exhale sharply. Without thinking, he grabbed a glass from the table and hurled it against
"Pretend to be my daughter, Claudine. Dress like her. Act like her… please." Cassia’s breath caught. Her heart pounded against her ribs. What was this? For a moment, the room fell into silence as both of them just gaze at each other. Cassia swallowed hard. "You're… asking me to become someone el
Cassia woke up slowly, her body feeling lighter but her mind was still heavy. She blinked at the ceiling, the memories of last night replaying in her head. The things she had said. The way she had begged Martinez. A deep sigh escaped her lips as her gaze went to the side of the bed, expecting to
Liam sat on his bed, gripping his phone tightly. He had been calling Cassia over and over since their last conversation when she had abruptly ended the call after he apologized. But now, she wasn’t answering his calls at all. His gut told him she was ignoring him. He sighed, running a hand through
Cassia furrowed her brows at Darvan, wondering what was going through his head. Darvan, kneeling just a step away, met her gaze with desperation in his eyes. "When will it get it into your head that I’ve moved on?" Cassia asked gently, her voice steady. "What do you expect my fiancé to do? Appl
Darvan sat in the airplane, gripping his phone tightly. The video of Cassia and Martinez kissing played on repeat, again and again. "Welcome to Paris. The local time is 8:35 PM." The moment the plane landed, he grabbed his suitcase and left, heading straight to where his car was waiting. As soon