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
"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
As Martinez walked toward his car, the dive coach and those at the seashore couldn’t help but whisper among themselves. “Hope she’ll be okay.” “Where exactly did the coach go?” “He promised to stay back to double-check everything.” “He deserves to be held accountable for being careless.” “Maybe
Quinn and Kiara emerged from the water, swimming toward the shore while laughing and chatting as they removed their masks. "That was fun," Kiara murmured. Quinn's eyes scanned the area for the coach. Not spotting him, she shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I thought the coach said he'd wait her
Cassia stepped out of the mall, her small shopping bags swaying at her sides, the cool evening breeze brushing her face. She glanced over her shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time, her unease growing with each passing moment. "Okay, seriously, what’s wrong?" Quinn asked, noticing the dist
"It just... felt like someone was watching us," she added, her gaze still fixed behind them. Quinn turned, scanning the street, but it was empty. "There’s no one there. Maybe you’re imagining things? I mean, why would anyone with bad intentions follow us during the day? They're not that stupid," Qu
Cassia walked through the hallway, making her way toward the apartment she and her friends had rented temporarily. She could hear their voices, loud with laughter and chatter, coming from the living room. As she stepped inside, Kiara and Quinn turned to look at her, their expressions brimming with c
After watching Darvan walk away, Cassia turned her attention to Martinez, a gentle smile gracing her face. "I think my friends must have gone back to the hotel," she said, glancing briefly at her wristwatch. "I should probably head there too. It's getting late, and I'm exhausted—and famished." Mar
"And you're the one giving me lessons?" Darvan’s brows furrowed, his anger barely contained as he stared at his uncle. Martinez bit his lower lip, sensing the direction Darvan was taking the conversation, but he didn't care. He repeated his words as if daring Darvan. "I don’t intend to lecture you
"Hi...?" Martinez muttered, his tone hesitant. Cassia chuckled, unable to resist her amusement at his unexpected shyness Right now, he seemed more like a lost child. She turned her gaze to the sea, and there was silence for a few seconds before she turned back to him. "Is this the place you mentio
As Darvan watched her walk away, he sat frozen in place, his mind replaying her words like a broken record. "Desperate pest?" Did she really call him that? him? "Darvan... I want to go back to the hotel," Stacy’s voice broke through his daze. She was clearly uncomfortable. She couldn’t bear to stay