"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
"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
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
"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
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
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
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
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
Nora welcomed them inside, gesturing toward the dining area where breakfast was already set. The warm scent of freshly cooked chicken and buttered toast filled the room, making Cassia’s stomach grumble softly. "Thank you for coming," Nora said as they took their seats. She offered Cassia a small s
Martinez took Cassia to a quiet, upscale restaurant that evening. Soft lighting and low chatter filled the air as they settled into their seats. "You do realize we’re supposed to be keeping a low profile, right?" Cassia teased, glancing around the elegant space. The room was filled with people; so
Martinez sat on the couch, phone in hand, his eyes glued to the screen, his brows drawn together in concentration. It hadn't been long since he had picked up Cassia from Nora’s place and brought her home. "Have you eaten?" Cassia asked, but he didn’t respond. His attention remained locked on his ph
Darvan stormed into his mansion, his mind replaying the moment his mother had slapped him. The memory pissed him, making his blood boil. "You are no son of mine." The words echoed in his head, causing him to exhale sharply. Without thinking, he grabbed a glass from the table and hurled it against
"Pretend to be my daughter, Claudine. Dress like her. Act like her… please." Cassia’s breath caught. Her heart pounded against her ribs. What was this? For a moment, the room fell into silence as both of them just gaze at each other. Cassia swallowed hard. "You're… asking me to become someone el
Cassia woke up slowly, her body feeling lighter but her mind was still heavy. She blinked at the ceiling, the memories of last night replaying in her head. The things she had said. The way she had begged Martinez. A deep sigh escaped her lips as her gaze went to the side of the bed, expecting to
Liam sat on his bed, gripping his phone tightly. He had been calling Cassia over and over since their last conversation when she had abruptly ended the call after he apologized. But now, she wasn’t answering his calls at all. His gut told him she was ignoring him. He sighed, running a hand through
Cassia furrowed her brows at Darvan, wondering what was going through his head. Darvan, kneeling just a step away, met her gaze with desperation in his eyes. "When will it get it into your head that I’ve moved on?" Cassia asked gently, her voice steady. "What do you expect my fiancé to do? Appl
Darvan sat in the airplane, gripping his phone tightly. The video of Cassia and Martinez kissing played on repeat, again and again. "Welcome to Paris. The local time is 8:35 PM." The moment the plane landed, he grabbed his suitcase and left, heading straight to where his car was waiting. As soon