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
Outside, Darvan started walking away when he noticed Cassia was awake. He had come to see her, yet fear kept him from stepping inside. Why did he feel like an intruder? He didn’t know. Without another glance, he hurried out of the hospital and made his way to his car. Sliding into the driver’s seat
The room was silent except for the muffled sounds of Cassia’s struggles. She wanted to scream but no word came out. Her hands clawed at the pillow pressed firmly over her face, her legs kicking weakly against the hospital bed. Her lungs burned, screaming for air, but the weight on the pillow didn’
As soon as Martinez finished speaking, the intruder let out a loud, mocking laugh that echoed through the empty warehouse. The sound grated on Martinez’s nerves, but he kept his expression calm. He wanted nothing more than to shut the laughter down with a punch, but he needed the intruder conscious.
"What did I tell you, Remy? You made a mistake by running last night." Martinez took a step back, then leaned casually against the wall, his arms crossing over his chest. The faint smirk on his lips remained, barely hiding his amusement. The air in the room grew tense. The way Martinez stared at hi
“My gut was right after all,” Martinez muttered to himself, smirking as he watched from his hiding spot. His plan had worked. Announcing that Cassia was fine had been a trap—one carefully set to lure out the mastermind behind the attack. And just as he had expected, they had taken the bait. In the
The morning sunlight streamed through the hospital windows as Cassia slowly woke up. She opened her eyes and saw Martinez still sitting beside her, focused on his phone with a serious expression—almost like he was angry at whatever he was reading. "You stayed," she murmured, her voice rough from s
As soon as Martinez finished speaking, the intruder let out a loud, mocking laugh that echoed through the empty warehouse. The sound grated on Martinez’s nerves, but he kept his expression calm. He wanted nothing more than to shut the laughter down with a punch, but he needed the intruder conscious.
The room was silent except for the muffled sounds of Cassia’s struggles. She wanted to scream but no word came out. Her hands clawed at the pillow pressed firmly over her face, her legs kicking weakly against the hospital bed. Her lungs burned, screaming for air, but the weight on the pillow didn’
Outside, Darvan started walking away when he noticed Cassia was awake. He had come to see her, yet fear kept him from stepping inside. Why did he feel like an intruder? He didn’t know. Without another glance, he hurried out of the hospital and made his way to his car. Sliding into the driver’s seat
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
"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
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