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
Cassia sprang to her feet, her breath coming in quick gasps as she instinctively moved behind Liam for safety. "How dare you try to lay your hands on her?" Liam shouted, frustrated at the scene he had just witnessed. Darvan raised an irritated brow, standing straighter before bursting into laughte
Stacy paced back and forth in her room, her arms tightly crossed over her chest. After waiting for Darvan for what felt like hours, he neither showed up nor called, and he didn’t answer her repeated attempts to reach him. With no other option, she had returned to her place, frustrated and uneasy.
Stacy paced her room, her fingers gripping her phone tightly as she dialed Darvan’s number for the third time that morning. The line rang endlessly, but there was no answer. Fear gripped her. He had been the one calling, yet she had ignored his calls. Now that she was the one trying to reach him, an
Darvan's words caught her off guard, and she blinked at him, unsure if she had heard correctly. She opened her mouth to respond, but he spoke again, cutting her off. "I know I’ve been... difficult. I know I’ve hurt you. But I can’t stand this anymore.” He took a step closer, his voice faltering for
Once inside, he approached the bartender, placed his order, and pulled out his wallet, handing over his card. As he waited, he glanced around, noticing the happy expressions of the people around him and the interactions between the couples. He felt like the only odd one among them. "Here's your or
Stacy’s lips pressed into a thin line, her fists clenching at her sides. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but the coldness in her gaze sent a chill down Darvan’s spine. "Of course it's not her. You must be disappointed she wasn't the one you saw after waking," she muttered, her voice trembling
"Oh God, Liam!" she exclaimed, holding the glass firmly in her hands. Liam stood still, water dripping from his hair and face, his eyes wide with surprise. "Guess I startled you..." he muttered. Cassia blinked at the turn of events. She had thought it was Darvan, but she was wrong. Why was it Liam
Just as she turned a corner, strong hands grabbed her. "Ahh!" Cassia screamed in fright, her pulse hammering in her ears, her eyes shut tightly. Panic surged through her veins, the fear of her anonymous stalker overwhelming her. "Cassia, it's me," came a familiar voice, one she recognized immediat
"I know where you live. Should we meet now?" Her hands trembled, and the paper slipped from her hands to the floor as she stumbled back, her chest racing with fear. This wasn’t admiration anymore, this was pure obsessions,... This was a threat. Was she now supposed to live her life in fear? Her
"It's almost 1 a.m. Turn off the light and get some sleep," the message read. Her phone nearly slipped from her grip as fear surged through her. She ran to the switch and quickly turned off the light. "Who is it?" she muttered, taking slow, deliberate steps forward, as though making noise with her
Months later, Cassia strolled through the bustling mall alongside her two friends, who were chatting. But her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her upcoming project for the Arcadia International Design Challenge. As she walked, her eyes scanned the vibrant colors and diverse textures of the fab