"What?" Cassia pulled the phone away from her ear and glanced at the screen, double-checking that she had called the right person. Once she confirmed, she returned the phone to her ear. "So… when do we start pretending to be a couple?" His voice came through again. She blinked, gripping her phone
Cassia remained speechless as she stared at Martinez, who stood there looking completely at ease, as if he hadn’t just called himself her fiance in front of half the company. The murmurs grew louder. Cassia inhaled gently, pressing her lips together before shifting her gaze to Matthew, who looke
***** Hours later, Cassia left the office and decided to visit Nora with Martinez so they could get full details of the contract. Cassia let out a long sigh as she stepped out of the car and adjusted her coat. The entire day had been hectic, but now she was finally here...at Nora’s place. Martin
Cassia rubbed her temples as she slowly scrolled through the endless flood of articles, social media posts, and speculation about her so-called engagement to Martinez. The internet was on fire, with every major media outlet picking up the story. Some praised the unexpected pairing, while others spu
It was evening when Martinez decided to drive Cassia off to her place. As she stepped out of the car, he did the same. His phone vibrated, probably for the tenth time, if not more. At this point, he'd lost count. No matter how many times it rang, he continued to ignore it. "Who is it? Why are yo
—THE FOLLOWING MORNING. Martinez stood outside his car, leaning against the door as he waited for Cassia. The moment she stepped out of her apartment building, he smirked. "You packed light," he said, eyeing the single suitcase she dragged behind her. "I don’t plan on staying forever," she repl
He turned to Cassia, a smile playing on his lips. "Do you want this place?" Cassia blinked in shock. "What?!" What was Martinez doing? Why was he putting her on the spot like this? Ignoring her stunned expression, Martinez simply smiled before turning to Evans. "You can leave now," he said.
Mr. Jenkins and his wife sat in their living room that evening, watching the replayed news on their screen. The screen displayed a picture of Cassia and Martinez, from the announcement of their engagement to a photo that made it look like they were kissing. "This news has been circulating for two
Cassia stood beside Martinez, her hand in his. Cameras flashed, and reporters shouted questions. She still felt the warmth of Martinez’s lips from the kiss. It had happened so fast, and now everyone believed they were in love. This was the second time they had shared such a passionate moment, and
Darvan clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around his phone. What was going on? Why in the world were Martinez and Cassia kissing so passionately on screen? Were they really a thing? A flood of thoughts raced through Darvan’s mind, and his irritation grew. Justin sat frozen, his phone still in h
"What should we do?" Cassia asked, moving toward the window, trying to get a glimpse of what was happening outside. "Just follow my lead, alright?" Martinez replied. Before Cassia could process his words, a sudden commotion outside the building made her heart skip a beat. Martinez’s grip on his p
"Mom—" Cassia started, but her mother cut her off, making her inhale quietly. "That amount shouldn't be hard to get, right? I promise this is the last time. My boutique just needs a few more items," her mother said. Cassia's grip tightened around the phone. She said nothing. What was she suppose
Mr. Jenkins and his wife sat in their living room that evening, watching the replayed news on their screen. The screen displayed a picture of Cassia and Martinez, from the announcement of their engagement to a photo that made it look like they were kissing. "This news has been circulating for two
He turned to Cassia, a smile playing on his lips. "Do you want this place?" Cassia blinked in shock. "What?!" What was Martinez doing? Why was he putting her on the spot like this? Ignoring her stunned expression, Martinez simply smiled before turning to Evans. "You can leave now," he said.
—THE FOLLOWING MORNING. Martinez stood outside his car, leaning against the door as he waited for Cassia. The moment she stepped out of her apartment building, he smirked. "You packed light," he said, eyeing the single suitcase she dragged behind her. "I don’t plan on staying forever," she repl
It was evening when Martinez decided to drive Cassia off to her place. As she stepped out of the car, he did the same. His phone vibrated, probably for the tenth time, if not more. At this point, he'd lost count. No matter how many times it rang, he continued to ignore it. "Who is it? Why are yo
Cassia rubbed her temples as she slowly scrolled through the endless flood of articles, social media posts, and speculation about her so-called engagement to Martinez. The internet was on fire, with every major media outlet picking up the story. Some praised the unexpected pairing, while others spu