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
Cassia tossed and turned in bed as the moonlight, bright after the rain, streamed through her curtains. Sleep felt impossible with her thoughts spinning in endless circles. Was she seriously thinking about Liam right now? She couldn’t get him out of her head—not the way he suddenly hugged her or how
Cassia locked her apartment door and held her bag tightly. The morning air felt cool, and the sound of cars filled the street. She fixed her scarf and started walking only to stop short when she saw Liam standing near the sidewalk. He was leaning casually against his sleek car, his sharp suit perf
"And what if she was?" Darvan replied, his voice dangerously calm. "Would that spark your interest, Marc?" The question hung in the air, daring Marc to respond. Marc’s jaw tightened, and he straightened in his seat. "You think this is funny?" he asked, his tone sharp with anger. "Why would I w
It was almost time to go home, but Cassia was still busy sketching. The room was peaceful as Liam stood behind her, quietly watching her work. She was completely focused, her pencil gliding carefully over the lines of her design. Her serious expression and tightly pressed lips made it clear she was
Cassia looked up from her phone and caught Liam’s gaze. His dark eyes were locked on her, as if searching for something she couldn’t quite figure out. She quickly looked away, back at Martinez’s text glowing on her screen. Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she deliberated on how to respond. Witho
Cassia walked into the busy shopping mall, looking around as people moved past her. She pushed her cart through the aisles, picking things she needed. As she reached for an item on the shelf, her cart slipped from her grasp. In an attempt to steady herself as she nearly fell, she accidentally nudg
Days turned into weeks since Cassia's near-drowning incident. Although she had been discharged from the hospital, Martinez hadn’t eased up on the case. He was determined to find the person responsible for the attempted murder. Every day, he made calls, met with people, and followed every lead he cou
"And looking at things, who knows? I might be the one to show the girl you abandoned all the love you failed to give her." Martinez's expression was deadly serious, his words dripping with intent. His lips curved into a smirk as he chuckled softly, straightening up and patting Darvan’s shoulder lig
What the hell was his uncle trying to do? Darvan’s jaw tightened as he stood frozen on the sidelines, feeling like a complete outsider while watching Martinez sit comfortably at Cassia’s bedside. It was infuriating. His uncle could have at least respected the fact that Cassia was his ex. Sure, their
"What's wrong with him?" She wondered silently, her eyes narrowing as she search his face for answers. He said nothing, his eyes sweeping over her from head to toe, as if meticulously assessing the damage. The deep frown etched on his face made Cassia’s stomach churn with unease. She parted her lip
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