"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
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