Dear Readers, This is coming late, but I want to clarify an error in the book regarding the scene where Cassia drowns while sea diving in Paris and the ball party scene where Cassia encounters Martinez at the beach. After reflecting, I realized Paris is far from the sea, and I should have specified that the characters had traveled from Paris to the south of France, where such an event could realistically occur. I sincerely apologize for the oversight and thank you for your understanding. Writing is a learning process, and I’ll strive to ensure greater accuracy in the future. To that reader who pointed this out, thank you. Once more, thank you all for your support, Chelle.
Darvan groaned, rubbing his temples as the lingering effects of last night’s drinks clouded his mind. His gaze shifted to the side of the bed, where Stacy slept soundly, her usual pajamas conspicuously absent, her hand resting on his chest. Was he imagining things? Was this real? Did he and Stacy...
Cassia stood frozen, staring at the bouquet of flowers Liam had handed her. The room buzzed with congratulatory chatter, but her focus remained entirely on the man standing before her. "Congratulations on your wins," Liam repeated, his tone calm, yet his gaze was intense. Cassia couldn’t help hers
Cassia stared at the door long after Darvan disappeared into the night. “Please, stay away from me. That way, you’ll hurt less,” she muttered, her eyes still fixed on the hallway even though he was long gone. Finally, she closed the door and leaned against it, her legs threatening to give way beneat
The next morning, Cassia woke up to the loud ringing of her phone. Her eyes remained closed as her hands fumbled across the bed until she finally grabbed it. "Hello," she mumbled sleepily, sniffing as her voice barely carried through. "Is this Miss Cassia Sterling?" a male voice asked on the oth
Stacy kept walking without looking back until she reached Martinez’s office and waited for Darvan to catch up. He was the one with something to say to his uncle, but she thought maybe she could tag along to show her support. After all, he hadn’t been himself since they returned from Paris. His frie
The truck that had collided into the vehicle Cassia was in sped away from the scene, disappearing into a shallow forest that lined the roadside. The driver, a man with a defined face and piercing eyes, brought the car to a stop and killed the engine. He stepped out, taking off his jacket to reveal a
Martinez leaned closer to Lucas, a dangerous smirk spreading across his face. "Like I said—and will keep saying—pray nothing happens to her. Because this time, it won’t be jail, Lucas. It’ll be something far more cruel...so cruel that you’ll curse the Whitehead family, your entire generation, for no
"Oh, my God, Cassia! You scared the hell out of me,"Liam said softly, his voice hoarse. Cassia tried to speak, but her throat felt dry. Liam quickly poured her a glass of water and helped her take a sip. "Where is everyone? What exactly happened?" she managed to ask, her voice weak. "A truck h
Cassia looked at Henry like he was a stranger. What he’d just said made her so angry that everything around her seemed to fade. Without thinking, her hand moved on its own and then....Smack... The slap rang through the almost-empty parking lot. Henry’s head turned from the hit, a red mark forming
"I was about to head out," Mira repeated, "but there’s a man at the entrance saying he wants to see you. He’s… insisting." "Who?" Cassia asked, puzzled. Before Mira could answer, Cassia’s phone rang again. This time, it was Quinn calling. She sighed and waved a hand dismissively at Mira. "Tell hi
Darvan set the bowl down slowly, confusion and disbelief etched across his face. “I swear on everything, Justin… I have no idea what this is about.” Justin cursed under his breath, already reaching for his phone. “You need to do something fast,” he said urgently. “Because if this blows up any furth
Stacy sat alone in her apartment, staring down at her stomach. Her hand gently brushed over the slight curve as a deep frown settled on her face. The room was silent, except for the ticking of the wall clock. Then, suddenly, her bitter laughter broke the stillness. "How did it come to this?" she mu
Cassia pushed open the glass doors of her newly opened design firm. A young woman, likely a few years younger than her, looked up and greeted her with a smile. “How are you, Mira?” Cassia returned the smile. “I’m okay. I didn't expect you to come back,” Mira said with a grin. Cassia nodded, manag
When they finished eating, Cassia stood up and attempted to clear the table, but Quinn quickly stopped her. "No need," Kiara said quickly. "I’ll take care of it. You should rest." "If that's the case, I'd like to go to the office," Cassia replied, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. K
Cassia stepped out of the cab after leaving Martinez's home, and her eyes scanned the quiet street in front of her apartment. The setting sun colored the pavement in a warm glow, but her thoughts were too clouded to notice the beauty. She closed the door behind her and stood still for a second, the
"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