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.
Since the incident at Darvan's place, Liam had stayed with Cassia to ensure she wouldn’t feel alone and wouldn’t dwell too much on what had happened. Though she insisted she was fine, Liam wasn’t convinced, and the thought of leaving her alone didn’t sit well with him. It was already nighttime when
Darvan's words stung, but Cassia kept her composure as she walked into the formal design room. She grabbed her bag and made her way back to the sitting room. When she saw Mrs. Sinclair talking to Aurora, she approached them, a faint smile on her lips. "Thank you for your time, ma'am. It was a priv
Darvan sat across from Aurora, his gaze steady as he observed her with her arms crossed. "So, you're saying Cassia stole your sculpture?" Darvan asked slowly, trying to act as if he had no other plans on his mind. But, not fooling himself, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction over Auro
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