“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
She could make out the words “family business” and “partnership,” guessing it was related to a recent decision involving Darvan’s family—a deal that might have been approved by higher-ups without consulting Liam. Liam ended the call abruptly when he noticed her, his expression softening. “You’re b
Stacy stood in front of her mirror, smiling at her reflection as her friends’ voices crackled through the phone speaker. Their playful teasing only heightened her excitement. She had already told them she was celebrating her birthday at the amusement park. “Today’s the day, Stacy!” one friend giggl
“And I’ve been wanting to thank you for taking care of Darvan all those years I was out of the country,” she added, her tone casual, though Cassia could sense the mockery in her tone. Cassia held her composure, refusing to let Stacy’s words get under her skin. “Alright…” Cassia replied simply. “Oh
The words echoed in Cassia’s mind over and over again for nearly two minutes. "I’m pregnant with Darvan’s child." She blinked, forcing herself out of her thoughts and maintaining a neutral expression. The revelation was unexpected, and for some reason, she felt an odd stiffness within her. Confus
Martinez walked out of the bathroom, his eyes drifting to the kitchen where Cassia stood, her gaze glued to her phone. She looked as though she was trying to process something incomprehensible. He paused at the door, studying her. What could have possibly captured her attention like that? "Cassia,"
"Darvan..." "You just have to agree, Mom." He cut her off, his voice firm yet pleading. "Let’s make a deal, just this once. I don’t want to make a decision I’ll regret later. Just don’t let the wedding happen as planned… for now." Mrs. Sinclair released a heavy sigh, setting her newspaper aside.
"What the absolute fuck..." Darvan muttered, shocked. He was still processing the contents of the paper when he sensed Stacy's presence in the room. His body tensed, but he forced himself to stay still. He wasn’t ready for her to know he had discovered something. If he needed to use this against her
"You should be happy." His mom rubbed his shoulder softly. "Or don’t you want me to have a grandchild?" Mrs. Sinclair asked, and Darvan inhaled deeply. "Mom," Darvan began, trying to keep his voice steady despite his frustration. "I don’t think rushing into marriage is the right thing. We need tim
Darvan sat frozen on the couch, gripping his phone tightly. Justin’s words kept replaying in his mind like a drumbeat: "Stacy’s pregnant. Eight weeks along." The timing was clear, it happened before he left for France, before he had decided to cut ties with Stacy to focus on winning Cassia back. He
Darvan’s friends stood frozen for a moment, their eyes shifting between him and Stacy’s unconscious form on the floor. Marc was the first to break the silence...his voice accusatory as he stepped forward. "What the hell did you do to her, Darvan?" he demanded, a frown on his face. "She’s unconsciou
Darvan heaved heavily while Justin inhaled deeply, watching his friend, who looked both confused and devastated. Without a word, he observed as Darvan disappeared into one of the rooms, the door slamming shut with a loud bang. "Why don’t you just break my door while you’re at it?" Justin called af
Darvan left Cassia’s place, speechless at what she had said. As he drove through the dim, silent night, his mind was full of regret, guilt, and confusion. Each thought did nothing but worsen his state of mind. How could she still be so cold toward him? His thoughts consumed him so completely that h