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
"You should enjoy your time with your girlfriend, nephew." Martinez gave Darvan a firm pat on the shoulder before turning and walking away. Darvan watched his uncle's retreating figure with narrowed eyes. From a distance, Martinez pulled out his phone and made a quick call, his voice calm but loud
Darvan watched as Cassia hesitated, her eyes flicking between the stranger’s mask and his outstretched hand. The stranger seemed so calm and self-assured. With no polite way to say no, she reluctantly placed her hand in his. Darvan let out a scoff, but the loud music drowned it out. “I guess so,”
The moment Darvan reached where Cassia was seated, he slid into the seat beside her without hesitation. Cassia’s brow raised beneath her mask. Who was this now? Though his face was obscured, his body shape and presence struck a chord of familiarity. Darvan wasted no time. "Cassia,” he began soft
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
Cassia quickly pulled her arm free from Henry’s grasp and cleared her throat. "I'm not ignoring you," she said briskly. "I just have things I need to take care of." She turned away, intending to leave, but barely made it a few steps before she felt Henry grab her wrist again. "Henry," she called,
Darvan was still seated at the dining table, his eyes locked on the message displayed on his phone screen. He hadn’t said a word since reading it aloud. The room was silent, as if even his friends were trying to process the message he had just shared. Finally, after what felt like forever, Darvan r
Cassia stopped reading, frozen in place as she stared at the piece of paper in her hands. Darvan wasn’t Mrs. Sinclair’s son? She decided to read it again. And again. Maybe the words would change, or blur enough to make her doubt them. But no, the truth was stubborn. Her hands trembled as she care
Marc inhaled deeply as he sat beside Stacy’s unconscious body. Machines beeped steadily, reminding him that despite the silence, she was alive. If not because of Fredrick who texted him about the incident, until now, he'd have been clueless. He watched her face, pale and still, her breath barely m
Adams didn’t waste another second. The moment Henry walked out of the store, blood still fresh on his lips and that mocking grin still etched on his face, Adams went after him. He didn’t care about the things he wanted to buy. Didn’t care about the people staring or the mess they left behind. He ne
Cassia blinked, trying to take in what he said. “If your mom really had something to do with this... then maybe Martinez was innocent?” she mumbled, but Darvan caught it. He looked at her. “You think he didn’t do it? Did he say anything?” Cassia sighed and sat down on the couch. “I don’t even know
“So she erased my memory?” Darvan murmured to himself, lowering his gaze, as if the explanation had confirmed something he wasn’t ready to accept. “Why do you ask? Are you considering undergoing the procedure?” the doctor asked, pushing his glasses down the bridge of his nose as he tapped the back
The phone rang once, twice… and just as Cassia was beginning to lose her patience, Martinez picked up. “Cassia?” His voice was low, almost hesitant, as if afraid to say her name. She swallowed. “Good morning.” She greeted him, but he didn’t reply. “Have you thought about it? I—” “How did you
Mrs. Sinclair froze. Her breath caught in her throat as Darvan’s words echoed in the room. She couldn’t speak. Her hands trembled slightly, but she quickly hid them behind her back. Her eyes locked with his, and for the first time, there was something raw in her expression… something she hadn’t sh