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
Lucas inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes for a moment before opening them again. Was Martinez threatening him? He tilted his head slightly, letting out a humorless chuckle. Slowly, he turned his gaze back to Cassia. "Oh? And here I thought you’d be grateful I saved her life," he smirked. But beneath
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
Darvan remained in the driver’s seat, his forehead still pressed against the steering wheel, the truth continuing to haunt him. Just then, his phone buzzed beside him, vibrating insistently until he finally glanced over and picked it up. He sighed, pressed the answer button, and lifted the phone to
Mrs. Sinclair reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against Darvan’s arm. But he shifted away, creating space between them. "What were you and Martinez talking about just now?" he asked, both brows arching. Mrs. Sinclair opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated. “Where exactly did you hear it