"Darvan," Lucas called out, attempting to stop him. However, Darvan shoved Lucas against the railing once more, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Stay away from her. If I see you near her again, I swear you’ll regret it." Lucas merely chuckled, finding the situation amusing. "You two have already br
As they stepped out of the building, Lucas's hands were cuffed. Martinez pulled out his phone and made a quick call, the line connecting almost instantly. "Monitor all broadcasting stations," he ordered, his voice calm but authoritative. "Take down any news related to me and Darvan. I don’t want a
Darvan gasped, his eyes widening as he struggled to make sense of it. Staggering back, he fought against the whirlwind of thoughts consuming him. He knew his uncle too well—once his uncle set his sights on something, he never gave up. The realization stung more than Darvan cared to admit, but his p
"What’s the meaning of this?" she said aloud this time, her voice sharp and filled with frustration. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen as the video replayed, hoping desperately that she was mistaken. But she wasn’t. It was unmistakable. Darvan, her own son, was caught in a fight, brawling like
The sting was immediate. Darvan blinked, startled, his jaw tightening. "Mom!" he said, his voice low and filled with confusion. Somehow, he already knew why she had hit him, but he didn’t want to believe it. It couldn’t be about the fight with Lucas. Justin had confirmed that there was no mention
“How did you know about that?” Darvan asked, his gaze suddenly sharp and unreadable. Stacy blinked, realizing she had just revealed what she was supposed to keep hidden. She hadn’t meant to say it. Panic flickered in her eyes as she instinctively pressed her lips together, biting down to stop hers
"I think we need some time apart" he said, each word measured and final. "I can't do this anymore" Stacy stood rooted to the spot, her mind racing to grasp the meaning of his words. Time apart? Was he actually suggesting they separate? The thought seemed unreal, almost impossible to believe. Surel
Martinez slowly pulled his hand back from her cheek, his expression soft. "Goodnight, Cassia," he said gently before turning and stepping out the door. Cassia stood there for a moment, caught between thought and feeling, her cheek still tingling where his fingers had touched. "Oh... right. Goodnig
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