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
Darvan gripped the steering wheel tighter as he watched Liam's car pull away. He didn’t even realize when he buckle up his seat belt or why he was following them. His mind was filled of anger, confusion, and pain, but his foot pressed the gas pedal without hesitation, tailing Liam at a safe distance
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
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
Darvan sat frozen on the couch, gripping his phone tightly. Justin’s words kept replaying in his mind like a drumbeat: "Stacy’s pregnant. Eight weeks along." The timing was clear, it happened before he left for France, before he had decided to cut ties with Stacy to focus on winning Cassia back. He
Darvan’s friends stood frozen for a moment, their eyes shifting between him and Stacy’s unconscious form on the floor. Marc was the first to break the silence...his voice accusatory as he stepped forward. "What the hell did you do to her, Darvan?" he demanded, a frown on his face. "She’s unconsciou
Darvan heaved heavily while Justin inhaled deeply, watching his friend, who looked both confused and devastated. Without a word, he observed as Darvan disappeared into one of the rooms, the door slamming shut with a loud bang. "Why don’t you just break my door while you’re at it?" Justin called af
Darvan left Cassia’s place, speechless at what she had said. As he drove through the dim, silent night, his mind was full of regret, guilt, and confusion. Each thought did nothing but worsen his state of mind. How could she still be so cold toward him? His thoughts consumed him so completely that h