"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 stood by his window side, taking in the beautiful night view of the city beneath him, he raised his right hand to his face and began staring at them. His fingers...this same fingers...had brushed against Cassia's cheek earlier today. It was the first time he had ever touched a lady's fa
" It doesn’t look like you’re searching for a girlfriend. No, Darvan. To me, it looks like you’re in desperate need of a mother. Someone to handle everything for you." Darvan stood there, stunned into silence. He opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out. "It looks like you’re in desperate
“Don’t worry,” Mrs. Sinclair said coldly, her voice like steel. “I’ll handle this myself. And whatever you want with Darvan, just let me know. He’s my son, after all, and he will abide by my rules.” Her tone was firm as she turned away from Stacy as if lost in thought. Her heels clicked sharply ag
"Darvan..." she whispered, startled. For a moment, her resolve softened. His body was freezing and trembling, and she could feel him struggling to hold himself steady. His desperate grip on her arm felt sincere, almost enough to make her reconsider. But just as quickly, she snapped herself out of
Liam’s car came to a halt, and he unfastened his seatbelt, ready to step out. But his gaze froze on the figure standing in the rain—Darvan. He was drenched to the bone, trembling from the cold, yet he made no attempt to move or seek shelter. At the very least, he could have waited somewhere out of
Stacy drove through the gate roughly, her heart pounding as she immediately dialed James' number. "I need your help. It's Darvan," she said hurriedly, her voice shaky. In no time, James arrived. Together, they managed to carry Darvan inside, his weight heavy between them as they took him into his
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