...Cassandra POV...
I know of a certain someone's smile is so wide, if he did not have ears, his smile would be right around his face. Let us just hope that it stays there, for I do not know how this one is going to play out. He seems to have grown quite a deep disliking for my father. He looks like a man that does not easily forgive, never mind forget. The question begs, what am I going to do about it?
I quickly take my phone and send Anna a mes
If I should say that the look on Joseph's face did not bring me a world of pleasure, then that would be a blatant lie. The moment Anna said daughter, his face turned blank, and the shade of white that dawned over him did not even match the color of his shirt. This man had clearly seen a ghost, or should I say someone he did not hope that he would ever see.But there is a problem; my own father has turned an even whiter shade of all fifty shades of white. Now, if Joseph has seen a ghost, then my father just had a skeleton jump out of the closet. There is something more to this, and I am sure that we are about to find out. It seems that Cummings and Cain
...Cassandra POV...Christian is being very secretive about this surprise. We have been through a round of twenty questions, and I am nowhere near to knowing what it is. I can't say that he knows me that well to know what I do and don't like. But then again, he is a playboy that is only now starting to figure out what a woman is about. The chances that it is a good surprise could possibly be sIim.We both have decided not to mention the messed up
As I sit down with the note in my hand, I feel somewhat defeated. The last couple of days have been by far the most exhilarating and some of the most frustrating moments of my life. They say that it is not wise to say 'What else can go wrong"; well, I can safely say that I shall never in my life again question the curveballs life throws at you.So as my princess is standing in front of me, reaching out her hands, trying her best to take the edge off the pain that I am feeling, I have no control over the tears that trickle down my face. And as she says my name, the floodgates erupt, and I cry like a boy in her arms.
After the challenging week that we have had, there is no greater joy than seeing the happiness on my princess' face. I can safely say that she has never had or have been given anything like this. And now, more than ever, I need to make sure that she is safe. I want to give her security, and I am sure that these four walls will provide her with just that.It is hard to understand that two friends, Joseph, and my father, started an empire together and should, for all purposes, have lived the same lifestyle; in fact, they did. But what breaks my heart is that Cassandra lacks everything that she rightfully deserves. And I am not referring to wealth; I am t
So I have either gone insane, and I am hearing things, or I am dreaming. I am almost sure that I just heard Mason say arranged marriage, and in the same sentence, he names my father. Now, if I still believed my father could not do anything wrong, I would tell mason off, but we have established that my father is nothing but a liar. This begs the question, what arranged marriage?And as I watch Cassandra standing there with nothing but confusion on her face, I ask myself the question. Do I want to find out the truth in her presence? Have we not had enough drama for one week. But then again, I did say I have no secrets from her. This is going to break her
We are starting to play a dangerous game, and someone is going to get hurt. I have already begun what will be an ugly war between Caine and Cummings; now we are playing around with something, or should I say someone that can bring my father and ultimately the Caine legacy down. As much as I would like to see my father take responsibility for his actions, I do not want to see him go to jail. Or find myself there.So Cassandra has a plan with Veronica, but she does not want to tell me what it is. She knows that I will talk her down if it is something that is going to get her hurt or in trouble. I must be honest, I love my new badass princess, but there a
I watch as three very nervous people are staring back at me. Now either they are just scared of me, or I can with certainty say that someone is lying to me. Now, if it were my princess, I would be furious, but for the other two, I have a very good idea of what is going on. For, believe me, I was not born yesterday, as Mason is the same stumbling idiot around Lucy as I am with Cassandra. But it still does not make it better than they have been hiding it from me. So if nobody is coming out with it, then I shall just let it come down on them.
...Cassandra POV...There is a suffocating grip that takes hold of my heart as I see Christian slumped over the steering wheel. As I reach over to him and call his name, he does not respond at all. I can feel the tears start to trickle at the corner of my eyes. I jump out of the car and run to his side. As I begin to scream at the top of my voice, Mason pulls him out of the car.His body is lifeless, his arms dangle to the ground, and his head is falling loosely to the back. There is blood all over his face, but I cannot see where it is coming from. I can not see any other wounds, but it does not mean that they are not there. Why is he not moving? The crash was not really that hard, but then again, Christian was not wearing his seat belt as I asked him to do.I watch in horror as Mason takes his wrist to feel for a pulse. He does not say a word, but I know that there is not one. Then he puts his ear against his chest. And as he begins CPR, I know that Christian'