Instead of heading to the boardroom where the meeting was scheduled, Cassia turned toward the restroom after leaving Darvan behind. She inhaled deeply, staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, taking in her tired eyes and the dark circles beneath them. "He misses me? He misses me and cou
Darvan sat on the couch in his room, clutching his stomach as the sharp pain intensified. It had started earlier, a dull ache after the morning meeting on his way back to his office. He’d dismissed it as stress, something he could ignore. But by midday, the discomfort had grown into something unbear
Cassia set her phone down, biting her lip as her thoughts wandered. She inhaled deeply, trying to push Darvan's words out of her mind, but they stayed. He sounded sick—really sick. He wasn’t faking it. She glanced at her phone again, debating whether to unblock him and call back. She knew how terr
Mrs. Sinclair was lost in her thoughts, seething with anger over everything, when the doctor interrupted her reverie. “He’s stable for now, but his condition is concerning,” the doctor began. “We’ll need to run more tests to determine the cause of his collapse. He’s been under extreme physical and
"Why can’t she just disappear already?" Her voice was low, but the hatred behind her words was undeniable as she glared at the shrimp sauce in front of her, a wicked smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “You were alive once, but out of millions of shrimp, you were caught. Peeled, cooked, and
Cassia let out a sigh, ruffling her hair in frustration. Why was Darvan being so unreasonable? She couldn’t understand it. He had been the one to say he wanted her out of his life, so why, now that she was gone, was he still being so clingy and infuriating? Why was his family still bent on frustrati
Darvan's friends all turned toward him as the words left his mouth. "Who are you missing when your girlfriend is right in front of you?" Frederick asked, raising an eyebrow. Darvan blinked rapidly, glancing at each of them to find their gazes fixed on him. He couldn’t believe he’d said that out l
Cassia paced back and forth in her small living room, her fingers tugging nervously at the hem of her sweater. Her phone sat on the table, displaying her contact list. “I can’t go there alone,” she muttered, her heart pounding at the thought of being with Darvan. Not that she was scared... just u
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