Marc stopped his steps. His pupils widened in the darkness as he forced himself to recognize the two human figures in front of him. A pair of humans who were making out, amidst the screams of the ethereal creatures of the setting. "Sandra?" he called softly because he was a little doubtful about his vision. The couple stared back at him. They stayed where they were until Marc got closer and managed to recognize both of them. "It's not! Thank God it's not them," Marc thought. "But what if they were doing something more in this place?" That thought made Marc suddenly paranoid. He wouldn't let anyone touch Cassandra. His eyes kept scanning his surroundings. Until suddenly, he heard a scream. A distinctive scream that he could recognize. "Cassandra!" he yelled without hesitation. He walked faster towards the source of the sound. Her eyes scanned every corner of the dark room filled with piles of crates of various sizes. Until something suddenly jumped out at him. So surprised, Marc
"Marc Fairmont! Isn't it him?" Marc wandered around. He felt like someone was calling his name. But there was no one he recognized in sight. But it didn't catch him off guard. The man grabbed his niece's hand and led her away from that place. The next day ...."Did you read today's news?" said Rexy, who had just entered Marc's office. Rexy shows an article on his gadget. A photo with a not-so-clear face was displayed on the screen. And everything was clearer because of the headline underneath. 'Brand-name garment businessman caught dating underage girl'"It's you, isn't it? Who's that girl? What were you two doing in Wonderland last night? Is she really underage?" Rexy questioned. Marc stared at the screen for a while. "Who dared to take that picture?" Rexy shrugged. "Could be anyone. Journalists, people close to you or even your business rivals," Rexy said. "Should I look into this for you?" Marc frowned. His eyes were still staring at the photo on the screen, while his finger
Hearing the report from Karra, Marc's mind raced. The news might have made Cassandra depressed. And Marc is the only one who should be responsible for this problem.The man left the meeting that was taking place. For him, Cassandra was more important than anything else, even if it was a project worth hundreds of millions.He hurriedly headed to his family's residence. And ran straight to the girl's room.Silence. There was no sound at all from inside. Marc's mind was getting more and more chaotic. The worst imaginable came to mind."What if ... she really ends her life?"He glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was already six in the afternoon. It had been almost an hour since the maid had told him. What if he came late?He knocked at the door. His heart was beating fast. He actually wanted to break down the door in front of him. But he decided against it just because he didn't want to scare Cassandra."Everything will be alright," he muttered over and over.The doorknob was turning.
Marc approaches Cassandra. He glanced at the remote lying on top of the girl's bed. He tried to reach it.But unfortunately, Cassandra's movements were much more nimble. The girl straightened her body, turning it into a shield to face Marc.Marc was surprised because he wasn't expecting it. Unintentionally, his manhood brushed against the girl's supple body.Marc swallowed his saliva harshly. His heart beat even harder. He was no longer able to hide his desire.The erotic sighs and moans that came out of the speakers only made his shaft harden even more.Cassandra bit down on her lip. Her eyes no longer paid attention to the flat screen, but to something protruding clearly under Marc's pants.Cassandra slowly brought her head up. She noticed the rise and fall of the Adam's apple of the man in front of her. She smiled and whispered into the man's ear."Uncle Marc...are you okay?"Once again Marc swallowed roughly his saliva. His breath began to catch in his throat as his desire grew.M
Marc woke up from his sleep, breathing heavily. The dream he had felt so real, perhaps because he and Cassandra had gotten into a lot of trouble over the last few days.The clock read two o'clock. It had been an hour since he had fallen asleep at his brother's place. He stood up and straightened his body before walking to his own room.With his eyes still heavy, he lay down on his soft bed.The morning without Karra felt cold. There was no hot food on the table.Cassandra sat in front of the dining table, supporting her head with both hands. She stared at the young man in an apron who was busy stirring the contents of the frying pan in front of him.The handsome face of the man with a thin mustache captivated her attention. If they were not related by blood, her happiness would be complete. He was the most perfect man Cassandra had ever met."You should start learning how to cook. How can a girl not know how to cook?" Marc teased."I can cook! I'll be able to when I get married," Cass
"What are you doing?" Cassandra watched as the man, a dozen years her senior, expertly placed the coffee beans into the grinder. "Do you want milk in your coffee?" Marc replied with another question. He gazed gently at his niece, who had just come downstairs in her pajamas—a pastel pink mini negligee that revealed her long legs. "Hmm... that's fine, if you make it," she responded. "I heard you were acting up earlier," he said. Cassandra scowled in annoyance. How could Marc have found out what happened that morning so quickly? She couldn't let him marry Viona, her lecturer.“Uncle, how about we make it a double date?” Cassandra suggested suddenly. “You bring your friend, and I'll bring mine.”“Uh... what's going on here?” Marc asked, surprised not only by Cassandra's chatter but also because she had suddenly hugged him from behind. “You still haven’t answered my question.”Cassandra let go of her hug and moved to sit beside Marc. She placed both hands on the table and jumped up t
Clang!Cassandra winced in pain. She was so nervous that she accidentally knocked the coffee pot off the table, and the hot liquid splashed onto her skin, burning her hand.This made Marc panic. He quickly scooped Cassandra up and carried her to the sink, where he turned on the running water to help cool her burn.Cassandra rested her head on his chest, feeling upset with herself for being so careless. The morning she had hoped to enjoy with her uncle had turned into a disaster."I'm sorry; this is all my fault," Marc said, regretting his mistake. He realized that he should have been more cautious and thought this might be a sign that he shouldn't bother his niece anymore."It's not your fault," Cassandra said regretfully. "This is all because of my carelessness. I'm truly sorry."Marc let out a long sigh, convinced that this situation was not just a result of carelessness but was also a sign from fate."Sandra, we’ve faced challenges like this many times before. First, it was the rum
Marc drove his car at high speed. The four-hour journey felt daunting as anxiety enveloped him.His mind was in turmoil, thick fog clouding his thoughts. Ignoring several road signs, he pressed on, focused on saving just a few minutes."Uncle Marc, help me. My stomach hurts." The voice echoed in his mind, urging him to drive even faster.If something were to happen to Cassandra, Marc would be devastated. He desperately wanted to avoid that reality, so without giving it much thought, he made the decision to head home.What if there was a life growing inside her? Irfan would be furious. This was a nightmare he couldn't bear to face.It didn’t matter that he might be the one punished; what truly troubled Marc was the thought of the girl he loved suffering because of his actions. That didn’t seem fair at all.His cell phone rang again. Seeing Cassandra’s name on the screen, he quickly answered.“Where are you?” she asked.“Just a minute… I’ll be there in a moment.” Marc tried to calm hims
"Mona Salimar!" Marc said, tapping his fingers on a photo in the yearbook in front of him. His attention was entirely focused on the black-and-white portrait photos lined up on the page."So... now you suspect that your brother isn’t Cassandra’s biological father?" Rexy asked. "I think what he said back then was just something blurted out in the heat of the moment.""I'm still not sure," Marc admitted. "Usually, things said in anger hold some truth."Rexy got up from his chair and walked to the large window behind Marc’s desk. "Think about it. Why would Irfan raise Cassandra if she wasn’t his biological daughter? Why not send her to an orphanage instead?""But the fact is, Irfan raised her alone without Marini, his wife," Rexy continued. "Despite his busy schedule, he still took care of her until she grew up."Marc kept tapping his pen on the same face in the yearbook, looking unconvinced despite all the logical points Rexy laid out.The book he found in his brother’s study felt like
Viona stared at the girl in front of her, not blinking. She never expected to see one of her students in her fiancé's apartment.She was completely shocked, especially when she saw the girl wearing a men's shirt—it was obvious who it belonged to. A sharp pain hit her chest. She felt betrayed. Marc had played with her feelings. Hadn’t he promised to marry her?Cassandra was just as surprised. She never thought her professor would show up at her uncle's apartment. Even though she knew it wasn’t the first time, she hadn’t expected her to come at this moment.“Why are you here? And… that shirt, why are you wearing his shirt?” Viona shouted angrily. “What have you two done?”Hearing the commotion, Marc stepped out of his bedroom. He was still in his kimono, one hand holding a towel as he dried his hair.“Viona? What are you doing here?” Marc asked, equally surprised. He stopped in his tracks, staring at the two women face to face.Viona swallowed back her overwhelming disappointment. She w
Cassandra grinned widely. With confident steps, she entered Riverside Garden Apartment, her new home for now. She linked her arm around Marc’s, as if she never wanted to be separated from her uncle again.The minimalist-style apartment still looked the same as when she had left. Still neat, as if no one actually lived in such a comfortable place.Cassandra glanced around, and just like before, her eyes were drawn to the beautiful view outside the large bedroom window. Suddenly, a faint sound was heard.Marc frowned. "Are you... hungry?"The girl nodded. "I haven’t eaten since this morning.""Alright, alright." Marc gently pushed his petite niece toward the bedroom. "Go take a shower first. Just wear whatever you can find in there for now."Cassandra gripped the door handle, hesitating to step into the only bedroom in the apartment."Where are you going?" she asked, as if afraid of being left alone."I’m going to order food for you," he replied quickly. "Now go. Take a shower. When was
“I have no authority to interfere in this matter,” the old man said. “Maybe their friends actually understand their relationship better.”Once again, Marc just nodded. He had no idea how else to uncover the truth from twenty years ago.Everything was completely sealed shut. Even his memories of anything related to Irfan were useless. He had been too indifferent toward his older brother back then. Too caught up in his own affairs, ignoring all the adult matters he couldn’t understand at the time.“Maybe you can give me some addresses of their classmates? There are a few things I’d like to ask them,” Marc still held onto hope that the school’s old records were intact and well-organized.“There are… there are! Hold on, I’ll get them,” the old man replied as he stood up from his chair.But that hope quickly faded when Mr. Moon brought out a thick, folio-sized notebook. He handed it over to his former student.Marc took the book and flipped through it. Every name and address was neatly wri
Hearing that name mentioned really pissed Viona off. Her emotions became a mess. But she didn’t want to cause a scene at a moment like this.She held back her feelings, but her body couldn’t lie. Her desire suddenly vanished. She realized there was no place for her in that man’s heart. Even if she could have his body, she would never have his heart. All she got was an empty shell.Marc slammed his hardening shaft into her intimate parts.Warm tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes. Viona felt pain—not just in her body but deep in her heart. All her efforts seemed pointless, yet she still didn’t want to let go of the man she loved.Marc kept his eyes closed, letting his wild fantasies take over. He continued moving his hips at the same steady rhythm, releasing the passion he had held back for so long.But Viona’s soft whimpers snapped him out of it."Stay away if there's another woman near you!" His nephew’s words suddenly hit him like a wake-up call.Marc loosened his grip. His
"Marriage?" Irfan's eyes widened in shock. The news from his younger brother completely caught him off guard. "So you’re planning to get married while Cassandra is missing? You want to celebrate while our family is going through a disaster?" Marc clenched his jaw. He knew full well this was all his fault. No matter what, Cassandra disappeared when she was with him, and it was his responsibility to bring her back home. "Have you lost your mind? Where’s your brain? Has that woman messed with your head so much that you're willing to marry her in the middle of all this chaos?" Irfan snapped. "I want to know, will you still be able to laugh at your wedding if my daughter is found dead?" His face turned red with rage. "This is insane! There will be no wedding until my daughter is found!" Karra’s face turned pale, especially when Irfan threw his napkin onto the chair and stormed out, leaving the two of them behind. The family dining room was tense. Gone was the usual warmth, the smiles,
Cassandra pushed Marc away. She didn’t want him stepping on her pride again just because of her love for him. She refused to be used any longer. How cruel and selfish Marc had been, playing with her feelings all this time. And how foolish she was for giving everything to a man like him. “I’m really stupid, aren’t I?” she sobbed. “I gave my all to you, to a man who never really loved me.” “And what did I get in? Not love, not happiness. Just suffering.” Marc stared at her in frustration, unable to say anything. “I think you’re right,” Cassandra said. “We should end this. We shouldn’t see each other anymore.” She opened the car door and slammed it shut. Marc was still frozen in shock as he watched her walking away. She was really gone. After a long moment lost in thought, Marc snapped out of it. How could he let his niece wander around alone at night, dressed like that? And the cinema where her friends were waiting was still far away. Worried, he started his car and drove off,
Marc hugged her tightly, pressing his lips against hers with deep longing. He poured out all the emotions that had been bottled up inside him. Holding back his feelings for her had become unbearable. For a moment, Cassandra was lost in the sensation. A different kind of thrill surged through her, something she wanted to indulge in for just a little longer. She kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his neck as she felt his large hands roaming over her body. “Miss Sandra!” Suddenly, Karra’s voice echoed from inside the house. “where are you?” Marc quickly pulled Cassandra underwater, trying to hide from Karra’s sight. What would happen if she found out about their forbidden relationship? “Where is she?” Karrq glanced around the side yard, looking puzzled when she didn’t see any sign of her young mistress. She scratched her head before turning back into the house. “Maybe she’s still in her room…” Once the coast was clear, Marc surfaced again, looking at Cassandra with
Fritz suddenly appeared in the middle of them. Not only was his hair a mess, but his clothes were also in disarray, and there were a few bruises visible on his neck. The young man quickly shut his bedroom door, his face filled with fear and anxiety. But then, he realized Marc was in the room. “Hey! Why is he here?” he protested angrily. He had just started feeling like his dream was coming true, and suddenly, this guy showed up like an alarm clock forcing him to wake up. To him, Marc was nothing more than a referee between a couple in love, and it was seriously annoying. “Uncle Marc followed us here because Dad told him to,” Cassandra replied flatly. “Now tell me, where did you go, and what happened? Did something happen to you?” “Uh… well, when I was looking for you, some crazy woman attacked me. She suddenly grabbed me and started kissing me,” Fritz complained. “She harassed me.” Cassandra frowned. She got chills just hearing his story, but she still found it hard to believe.