"Darvan..." "You just have to agree, Mom." He cut her off, his voice firm yet pleading. "Let’s make a deal, just this once. I don’t want to make a decision I’ll regret later. Just don’t let the wedding happen as planned… for now." Mrs. Sinclair released a heavy sigh, setting her newspaper aside.
Martinez walked out of the bathroom, his eyes drifting to the kitchen where Cassia stood, her gaze glued to her phone. She looked as though she was trying to process something incomprehensible. He paused at the door, studying her. What could have possibly captured her attention like that? "Cassia,"
The words echoed in Cassia’s mind over and over again for nearly two minutes. "I’m pregnant with Darvan’s child." She blinked, forcing herself out of her thoughts and maintaining a neutral expression. The revelation was unexpected, and for some reason, she felt an odd stiffness within her. Confus
"You’ll regret this, Cassia," Mrs. Sinclair said with a cold smile. "Mark my words, you’ll regret this meeting today." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off, Stacy trailing behind her like a controlled puppy. As they disappeared from view, Kiara let out a low whistle, shaking her head in
Cassia sighed, almost yawning as she leaned against the doorframe. If she had known it was him, she wouldn’t have opened the door. She was exhausted after spending the entire day with her friends. But here was Darvan. After leaving Stacy’s parents’ place, he had confronted Cassia about her encounte
Cassia was lost in thought when she suddenly felt a hand on hers. She flinched and looked up to see Liam’s concerned face. His touch was warm, and she mentally scolded herself for letting Mrs. Sinclair’s words affect her when she had come here to clear her mind. "Are you okay?" he asked gently, his
Cassia’s blood ran cold. "Mom?" she whispered in fear, quickly dialing her mother’s number. Her hands trembled as she waited for an answer. The phone rang once, then twice before someone picked up. "Hello?" an unfamiliar voice said. "This is Cassia Ster— I mean, Cassia Jenkins. How’s my mom?" Th
"This is just perfect to keep his eyes on me alone," Cassia muttered, giving one last glance at her reflection before exiting the room with a small package in her hands—a birthday present for the man she had loved for five years and still loved deeply. It's was her boyfriend birthday. And guess who
Cassia’s blood ran cold. "Mom?" she whispered in fear, quickly dialing her mother’s number. Her hands trembled as she waited for an answer. The phone rang once, then twice before someone picked up. "Hello?" an unfamiliar voice said. "This is Cassia Ster— I mean, Cassia Jenkins. How’s my mom?" Th
Cassia was lost in thought when she suddenly felt a hand on hers. She flinched and looked up to see Liam’s concerned face. His touch was warm, and she mentally scolded herself for letting Mrs. Sinclair’s words affect her when she had come here to clear her mind. "Are you okay?" he asked gently, his
Cassia sighed, almost yawning as she leaned against the doorframe. If she had known it was him, she wouldn’t have opened the door. She was exhausted after spending the entire day with her friends. But here was Darvan. After leaving Stacy’s parents’ place, he had confronted Cassia about her encounte
"You’ll regret this, Cassia," Mrs. Sinclair said with a cold smile. "Mark my words, you’ll regret this meeting today." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off, Stacy trailing behind her like a controlled puppy. As they disappeared from view, Kiara let out a low whistle, shaking her head in
The words echoed in Cassia’s mind over and over again for nearly two minutes. "I’m pregnant with Darvan’s child." She blinked, forcing herself out of her thoughts and maintaining a neutral expression. The revelation was unexpected, and for some reason, she felt an odd stiffness within her. Confus
Martinez walked out of the bathroom, his eyes drifting to the kitchen where Cassia stood, her gaze glued to her phone. She looked as though she was trying to process something incomprehensible. He paused at the door, studying her. What could have possibly captured her attention like that? "Cassia,"
"Darvan..." "You just have to agree, Mom." He cut her off, his voice firm yet pleading. "Let’s make a deal, just this once. I don’t want to make a decision I’ll regret later. Just don’t let the wedding happen as planned… for now." Mrs. Sinclair released a heavy sigh, setting her newspaper aside.
"What the absolute fuck..." Darvan muttered, shocked. He was still processing the contents of the paper when he sensed Stacy's presence in the room. His body tensed, but he forced himself to stay still. He wasn’t ready for her to know he had discovered something. If he needed to use this against her
"You should be happy." His mom rubbed his shoulder softly. "Or don’t you want me to have a grandchild?" Mrs. Sinclair asked, and Darvan inhaled deeply. "Mom," Darvan began, trying to keep his voice steady despite his frustration. "I don’t think rushing into marriage is the right thing. We need tim