As Martinez began leaving the company, he suddenly remembered he had something to tell Liam. Turning back to look for him, he saw that Liam and Cassia were no longer where he'd last seen them. Deciding to check on Liam himself, Martinez headed to his office and found him focused intently on a set o
"Darvan... will you keep ignoring me?" Stacy demanded, unable to contain her anger any longer. "Can you let me focus?" he snapped, making her flinch. He had never raised his voice at her before, and she was taken aback. Without another word, he left the room, leaving her standing there, mouth agape
"Let me go!" Stacy struggled, and finally, Liam released her. She shot him an annoyed glare before turning her attention to Darvan, who was still holding onto Cassia. The sight only fueled Stacy's hatred toward Cassia. Cassia stumbled slightly as Darvan pulled her by the arm into the empty boardroo
Liam gently helped Cassia into the chair at his desk as she wiped her tears, her shoulders still shaking. He lowered himself to her eye level, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "It's alright, Cassia," he said softly. "Don't let their actions or words affect you. Whatever happens, don't get caug
Quinn, who was sitting in the living room, scrolled through her phone when she saw the video about Cassia and Martinez posted by a rival. As she carefully read through the news that Cassia was trying to cheat her way to win in the competition through Martinez, she balled her fist at the harsh commen
"Hey…"Cassia said, smiling as she approached Liam. He took in her appearance, noticing the makeup that softened her features. It wasn't much, but even so, she looked really pretty. "My friends actually did this..." she began, pointing to her face, wondering if the makeup looked strange on her. "
The audience held its collective breath, shocked at the sight of Cassia’s damaged design displayed on the mannequin on stage. A wave of gasps swept through the room, a mixture of pity and disbelief. Mr. Martinez furrowed his brows, his gaze shifting from the ruined design to Cassia, who wore a sor
The moment Cassia arrived at the hospital, she sprinted inside, her heart pounding in her chest. Just as she reached the entrance, a stretcher carrying Kiara was being wheeled out of the operating room. "Isn’t that Cassia? The designer everyone’s celebrating for turning a ruined design into someth
Martinez sat frozen in his car for almost thirty minutes, his breath shaky as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. The thought of having anything to do with Cassia's parents kept echoing in his mind. Was he responsible for their deaths? No matter how hard he tried to shake it off, the flashes o
Cassia and Liam had been deeply engrossed in their design ideas for hours before they finally decided to take a break. Stepping out for a drink, they noticed Henry still seated in the reception area, waiting. Cassia raised a brow, surprised to see him still there, especially after Liam had made it
Darvan remained silent for a long time, trying to process everything that had just happened. His mind kept circling back to the voice he had heard over the phone. Stacy had saved Marc’s number as if they were business partners. But what kind of business were they involved in together? The bigger qu
Cassia left her room, already prepared for work. She found her friends still seated, but they immediately stood up when they saw her. "Going somewhere?" Quinn asked. Cassia nodded, making her way toward the door. "I'm not in the mood for your teasing today," she said, adjusting the strap of her ba
Martinez sat frozen, his mind in chaos. His sister’s words echoed in his head again, each syllable hitting him hard. "What are you saying?" he repeated, his a whisper. "That I... had something to do with her parents' death?" Mrs. Sinclair stood, turning to face her brother properly. "Figure it out
Martinez let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair as he sat up properly. Cassia, on the other hand, looked away, removing the bedspread from her body. "She misunderstood, right?" Cassia finally broke the silence. "She probably thinks we had sex?" Martinez inhaled lightly, rubbing his
The kitchen was quiet except for the soft sizzle of eggs in the pan. Darvan moved efficiently, plating the toast and pouring tea into a cup. He wasn’t sure why he was doing this...maybe it was a moment of guilt, or maybe he just felt like doing something different today. By the time he finished, S
Cassia stood frozen in Martinez’s embrace, her mind struggling to process his words. His breath was warm against her ears as he hugged her from behind, his grip firm yet trembling. Love? He loved her? Really? Slowly, she lifted her hands, unsure if she should comfort him or pull away. This wasn
Cassia’s fingers tightened around Henry’s arm as she helped him straighten. His sudden persistence felt off. She had been approached by aspiring designers before, but never like this. "You don’t have to kneel," she muttered gently with a tight smile. Henry straightened up, brushing imaginary du