By the time Cassia and Liam stepped into the house, the living room was quiet. The TV was still on, playing some late-night documentary, but the volume was low. She saw her friends asleep on the couch and floor. Quinn was wrapped in a blanket, and Kiara was slouched over a cushion. There were empty
Morning sunlight gently touched Cassia’s face, making her stir. Her eyebrows pulled together a little before she slowly opened her eyes. The room was quiet, except for some birds chirping outside. She stayed still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to find the strength to start the day. W
Darvan slipped out of bed and quietly got himself ready for the day. After a quick shower and a change into fresh clothes, he paused in front of the mirror, adjusting his watch and running a hand through his hair. Once done, he grabbed his keys and stepped out of the room only to see Fredrick and J
Martinez walked out of Cassia’s firm, his chest heavy and tight. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t accept her decision to end things. His heart hurt more than he expected… but one thing was clear; if he couldn’t have her, then no one else would. His sister had always called him obsessed, and
After leaving Marc’s place, Darvan drove directly to Cassia's firm. That would be the first time he'd be going there. As he drove, the conversation with Marc kept replaying in his mind. Marc’s betrayal hurt more than he wanted to admit, but there was nothing to do now except move forward. When he p
Darvan’s car raced down the highway toward the Sinclair estate, but his mind wasn’t on the road. It was still stuck in his mother’s office on that mysterious painting he had somehow never noticed before. There seemed to be a hidden door behind it, maybe leading to a secret room or another office. Ho
Cassia stood by the window of her office, her arms wrapped around herself as she looked out at the city lights. The night was quiet, but her mind wasn’t. Darvan's visit from earlier had left her uneasy. As much as she tried to push it away, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She believed him ev
Henry let out a long, tired sigh as he sat alone in his room. The only sound was the slow whir of the ceiling fan above him. His mind wandered back to earlier, how Cassia had ignored him… and then Martinez too. He decided to brush it off, letting his thoughts drift to his time in the States. Everyt
Marc inhaled deeply as he sat beside Stacy’s unconscious body. Machines beeped steadily, reminding him that despite the silence, she was alive. If not because of Fredrick who texted him about the incident, until now, he'd have been clueless. He watched her face, pale and still, her breath barely m
Adams didn’t waste another second. The moment Henry walked out of the store, blood still fresh on his lips and that mocking grin still etched on his face, Adams went after him. He didn’t care about the things he wanted to buy. Didn’t care about the people staring or the mess they left behind. He ne
Cassia blinked, trying to take in what he said. “If your mom really had something to do with this... then maybe Martinez was innocent?” she mumbled, but Darvan caught it. He looked at her. “You think he didn’t do it? Did he say anything?” Cassia sighed and sat down on the couch. “I don’t even know
“So she erased my memory?” Darvan murmured to himself, lowering his gaze, as if the explanation had confirmed something he wasn’t ready to accept. “Why do you ask? Are you considering undergoing the procedure?” the doctor asked, pushing his glasses down the bridge of his nose as he tapped the back
The phone rang once, twice… and just as Cassia was beginning to lose her patience, Martinez picked up. “Cassia?” His voice was low, almost hesitant, as if afraid to say her name. She swallowed. “Good morning.” She greeted him, but he didn’t reply. “Have you thought about it? I—” “How did you
Mrs. Sinclair froze. Her breath caught in her throat as Darvan’s words echoed in the room. She couldn’t speak. Her hands trembled slightly, but she quickly hid them behind her back. Her eyes locked with his, and for the first time, there was something raw in her expression… something she hadn’t sh
By the time the car stopped in front of Justin's house, the sky was starting to turn from dark to light blue. Everything was quiet, the streets were empty, and the morning air felt a little cold. Frederick opened the car door, letting out a sigh as he stepped out. "Thanks for the ride." he murmured
The night felt like it would never end. Cassia sat quietly in the cold hospital corridor, leaning against the wall. Her eyes were tired, but she couldn’t sleep. The only sounds were the quiet footsteps of nurses passing by. Liam sat a few seats away, staring at his phone without really looking, whi
The night felt like it was moving in slow motion. Darvan lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling while the room stayed completely dark. The ticking clock on the wall seemed to sound louder than usual, each second dragging on forever. He felt sleep creeping in, his eyelids getting heavy. But he di