Cassia followed the directions sent to her carefully. Stage by stage, new parts of the address were sent, guiding her step by step until she finally arrived. She found herself standing before a large house, isolated from the busy world she was used to. The compound was massive, with wide-open space
"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
"Sia," Darvan called as he slowly sat upright, his head pounding with a headache. He found himself sprawled on the sofa, still in yesterday’s clothes and without a blanket. His head spun and he felt the chill creeping in, like he might catch a cold. “Why didn’t she help me change?” he groaned, hold
As the place boomed with loud music and people danced to every beat, Darvan sat next to Stacy, who was busy talking without a care. She kept going on about Cassia and Darvan's breakup, and how she and Darvan had officially become a couple. This party wasn’t just to celebrate her return, but also to
Darvan scoffed, trying to push these feeling of jealousy he felt away as he approached Cassia. Every step he took towards her intensified his anger. She looked so happy with the guy she was talking to, and that made Darvan's blood boil. As he got to her, he squinted his eyes when he noticed her long
Cassia stood in her new sitting room, looking around as she tried to figure out where to start unpacking. The space felt fresh, filled with light pouring in from the large windows, and she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of a new life. Just as she was about to start unpacking, a soft knock
Aurora, still in shock, blinked and pushed Cassia's hands away from her body. Liam, who had been watching them, was interrupted by an important phone call. He glanced between the women and his phone, hesitating over which to prioritize. Ultimately, he decided to take the call, assuming they were mat
But what stung more now was the photo of Cassia and Liam that Aurora had sent him. The way Cassia smiled at Liam got under his skin, as if he had never meant anything to her. He didn't like it—she had gone too far this time. She had pushed him over the edge. He needed to find her, confront her, and
Cassia followed the directions sent to her carefully. Stage by stage, new parts of the address were sent, guiding her step by step until she finally arrived. She found herself standing before a large house, isolated from the busy world she was used to. The compound was massive, with wide-open space
Martinez slammed the door open as he stormed into the Sinclair estate. His steps were loud, firm, and full of anger. He didn’t bother to knock or announce himself. In the living room, Mrs. Sinclair sat quietly, but not with her usual fake politeness. She wasn’t sipping tea or forcing a smile. Inst
Henry moved quickly. As soon as he saw Adams coming his way, he pulled his cap lower and casually turned down another street. His heart raced, but he forced himself to walk calmly. No sudden moves, he couldn’t afford to draw attention. "He’s one step ahead of me? Didn’t see that coming," Henry chuc
Cassia quickly pulled her arm free from Henry’s grasp and cleared her throat. "I'm not ignoring you," she said briskly. "I just have things I need to take care of." She turned away, intending to leave, but barely made it a few steps before she felt Henry grab her wrist again. "Henry," she called,
Darvan was still seated at the dining table, his eyes locked on the message displayed on his phone screen. He hadn’t said a word since reading it aloud. The room was silent, as if even his friends were trying to process the message he had just shared. Finally, after what felt like forever, Darvan r
Cassia stopped reading, frozen in place as she stared at the piece of paper in her hands. Darvan wasn’t Mrs. Sinclair’s son? She decided to read it again. And again. Maybe the words would change, or blur enough to make her doubt them. But no, the truth was stubborn. Her hands trembled as she care
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