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
"You really think you can just walk out of here with her?" Darvan growled. "She's been accused of theft and isn't going anywhere until this matter is resolved." Cassia barely heard Darvan's words; her mind was too preoccupied with shock over the fact that he had just punched Liam. Aurora's eyes wi
Cassia’s blood ran cold. "Mom?" she whispered in fear, quickly dialing her mother’s number. Her hands trembled as she waited for an answer. The phone rang once, then twice before someone picked up. "Hello?" an unfamiliar voice said. "This is Cassia Ster— I mean, Cassia Jenkins. How’s my mom?" Th
Cassia was lost in thought when she suddenly felt a hand on hers. She flinched and looked up to see Liam’s concerned face. His touch was warm, and she mentally scolded herself for letting Mrs. Sinclair’s words affect her when she had come here to clear her mind. "Are you okay?" he asked gently, his
Cassia sighed, almost yawning as she leaned against the doorframe. If she had known it was him, she wouldn’t have opened the door. She was exhausted after spending the entire day with her friends. But here was Darvan. After leaving Stacy’s parents’ place, he had confronted Cassia about her encounte
"You’ll regret this, Cassia," Mrs. Sinclair said with a cold smile. "Mark my words, you’ll regret this meeting today." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off, Stacy trailing behind her like a controlled puppy. As they disappeared from view, Kiara let out a low whistle, shaking her head in
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