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 dis
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
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
"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
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
"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
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
'she looked just like her... But how can that be possible?" Cassia noticed the woman’s expression but stayed quiet. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded. "Yes, I’m fine, ma’am." The woman turned back to her, offering a gentle smile. "You remind me of someone I once knew," she said softly. "Str
"He tricked me. He really thought I was stupid... or maybe I was," Stacy whispered, her eyes burning with anger. The bank Staff's voice echoed in her head again like a drumbeat that refused to stop. "These documents are forged. They’re fake." "You’ve been scammed." "You walked right into it..."
Stacy slammed the door shut behind her, the loud bang echoing through the apartment. She was sweating, her chest rising and falling rapidly as if she’d just run a marathon. Her eyes were filled with panic, but there was also something else in them...greed. Without bothering to take off her shoes o
Martinez’s car came to an abrupt halt, tires screeching slightly as he parked just outside the gates of his home. His heart was racing, not just from the speed he'd taken to drive here, but from the silence that had swallowed both ends of the call. He had been silent when she asked about the inciden
Cassia stepped into the glass-paneled building of Martinez's company, heading straight to Martinez’s office, hoping to find him there. But when she got there, the office was empty. The lights were off, and the space was far too quiet and organized. She looked around, confused, then walked out of t
Mrs. Sinclair sat on one of the couches, her phone in her as she read through the documents that had just been sent to her. At first, her expression was calm, plain. But as she read through each paragraph, her face changed...her brows furrowed, her eyes widened in disbelief, and her mouth fell open
Darvan pushed the sheets aside and got out of bed. He showered, dressed, and stepped out of the room he was staying in. In the sitting room, he found Justin, busy with a bowl of cereal and his gaze fixed on his phone. "Are you going home now?" Justin asked. "Yeah... I'll see you later," Darvan rep
Martinez clenched his fists tightly as the news anchor continued speaking. In anger, he snatched the remote from the table and turned off the TV before moving away from the window to grab his phone. He picked it up and decided to call his sister but there was no answer. "Pick up, God dammit," he m
Cassia took a few slow steps toward the nun, stopping just in front of her. Her eyes searched the old woman’s face, as if trying to confirm what she had just heard. It didn’t feel real. Her heart was racing, and her mind was spinning. "Can you... tell me more about it?" Cassia asked, her voice soft
Fredrick and Marc arrived not long after, bringing the familiar noise that always followed them. Fredrick’s laughter echoed down the hallway before the door even opened, and Marc trailed behind him quietly. "Yo!" Fredrick called out, stepping in with open arms. "What’s up, you two? It’s been a whil