"I’m not trying to be selfish, but I just hope you don’t go back to him... It could be anyone else, but not Darvan," Liam muttered, his gaze still fixed in Darvan's direction. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes dropping to the ground before he added, this time louder, "Or it could be me." As the
"I..." She bit her lip, unsure of what to decide. Uncertainty gnawed at her, but deep within, a spark of determination began to flicker. "There's nothing wrong with giving it a try," she muttered. Martinez smiled. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear," he said, his voice full of encouragement. C
Cassia pulled away from the kiss, her balance almost faltering. She nearly stumbled, but Martinez caught her just in time, steadying her as she fell against him once more. Her heart raced wildly, and as she blinked rapidly against his chest, she was certain he could hear it thundering. "Are you oka
The hug between Cassia and Liam lasted for what felt like two minutes before Liam gently pulled away. Cassia blinked, still processing the warmth of the moment. She forced a smile, trying to mask the tension in the air. "I'm sorry I didn’t call or text," she said softly, her voice laced with regre
Darvan stepped out of his office to an unexpected sight— some of his employees bowing respectfully to someone. His brow furrowed as he approached, but the answer came quickly. It was his mother, Mrs. Sinclair, walking through the corridor with her usual aura of authority and power. "Mom," he greete
After arriving in France the previous night, the girls had decided to rest, planning to explore Belleville the next day. Stepping out of their lodge, wide smiles spread across their faces as they took in the stunning landscape before them. "Happy you came?" Quinn asked. Cassia nodded, a sof
Why did everything feel so messed up? Why did it all feel so wrong? Darvan stood frozen near the private jet, his gaze locked on Stacy, who was beaming—a radiant smile that belonged to someone who believed everything was finally falling into place. The kind of smile that could warm any heart... exc
Cassia smiled softly at Liam’s words. "I'm sorry I didn’t call earlier…” she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of guilt. She shifted slightly on her feet, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It’s okay," Liam replied without hesitation, his tone warm and reassuring. "As long as y
Cassia didn’t waste time dwelling on rumors or threats. She walked past the judgmental stares, the looks of disgust from people who acted as if they knew her story. She ignored it all. She had more important things to focus on. When her parents called, asking for money, she sent it without a word.
Later that evening, after dinner, Cassia sat at the edge of her bed, scrolling through her phone. Her name flashed across multiple trending topics, all discussing her and the deceased Claudine. The sheer volume of posts made her wonder if people were being paid to share their opinions about the issu
Among the many people who saw the post, Aurora was one of them. She sat in her bedroom, phone in hand, casually scrolling through her news feed when the image appeared on her screen. The moment she saw it, she quickly took a screenshot. Then… just like that… it was gone. Deleted. She stared at th
Martinez pressed his lips together as he listened to Nora’s voice over the phone. She explained that Cassia wasn’t answering her calls, which was why she had reached out to him. "We're at the shopping mall," Martinez informed her. "Cassia might be in danger," Nora warned. "And soon, her name could
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