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
Cassandra smiled widely as soon as she opened the door to the guest room. She swayed her body to the music captured by her hearing. It was a song by a band that was popular at the moment.She put down her school bag and sneakers. Her feet tiptoed, still moving beautifully to the song she was listening to through the headset attached to her ears. She approached the long sofa, where a young man was sleeping soundly.She looked at the man sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed. Slowly, the girl unbuttoned her shirt one by one. Without hesitation, she stepped closer to the man whose age was a dozen years away from her.She observed the serene face of the owner of the thin mustache. His chest was rising and falling regularly, showing how soundly he was sleeping. He was so sound asleep, he didn't hear Cassandra's arrival who deliberately wanted to disturb him.Slowly, the girl extended her index finger and began to remove the clothes the man was wearing. She smiled when she saw the beauti
Marc peeked out of his room. There was no sound, not even from his niece Cassandra's room."Hmm... maybe she's taking a shower after swimming earlier," he thought. "I'd better hurry out now, rather than dealing with that boy later."Marc quickly went down the stairs. He accidentally bumped into Kara, the household assistant who had spent a dozen years in the house. "Where are you going, Mr. Marc?" she asked. "I cooked your favorite food, chicken garlic, tonight."Marc just waved his hand. "I'm going to see my friends," he said briefly as he quickened his pace towards the door. He looked back for a moment, wondering if the noise had made Cassandra realize he was avoiding her. And Marc breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see her emerge from her room. For some reason there was a nagging feeling that he was about to leave the house. But the best way was to avoid it. What would happen if he actually slept with his own niece tonight. Ah! Sandra really almost made him nervous on his
Marc kissed Viona's lips passionately. Of course, she welcomed him wholeheartedly. The ten years of waiting seemed to have paid off thanks to the medicine given by Reana. Viona could release her longing for these ten years.With great desire, Marc kissed the woman facing him. His body was heating up, making him even more impatient to release the lust that he had deliberately suppressed for the past few minutes on the woman he loved."Cassandra ...."Marc was going crazy. Cassandra was the only thing on his mind at the moment. He was completely unaware that it was all just his hallucination. He began to taste every inch of the female body in front of him, leaving reddish stains on her white skin.Viona blinked her eyes. An uneasy feeling began to creep into her mind. Maybe to Marc, she was just a passing woman who had a temporary place in his heart. But she could only hold back her feelings of jealousy as other girls' names came out of Marc's lips.Marc was the only one for Viona. And
"No," he thought to himself. "I don't want to be a monster who preys on even my own family." Marc let go of the door knob. He ignored Cassandra's call and turned toward the bathroom. He filled the bathtub with cold water and without thinking, soaked in it. *** That morning Cassandra was ready to leave for college. She opened her bedroom door. She froze for a moment as she recalled what happened last night. She thought about Marc's hug and how hot his body temperature was. She sighed and shook her head. "He's not the old uncle Marc. Never mind, he doesn't have the time to serve a kid like me," she mused. Slightly annoyed, Cassandra kicked off her shoes and ran downstairs from the first floor of her house. "Good Morning Miss Sandra," Kara greeted. "Breakfast first, Miss. I specially made an omelette with your favorite teriyaki beef." Without a reply, Sandra pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the dining table. The place was as silent as it was every day. There was no one w
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
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
"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
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
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
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 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
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
"Why is he acting so weird? Is he sick of me? Why would he do all this after I've given him everything? Why would he just turn around and marry another woman? Ms. Viona, what's so great about her? Why did Uncle Marc choose her over me?"A thousand questions rolled around in Cassandra's head. As the night wore on, the girl was unable to close her eyes. She still remembered all her uncle's words that hurt her heart. "It's like he's not even interested in me anymore," she lamented. She still remembered clearly that Marc ignored her, no matter how hard she tried to weaken his faith. ***"Miss, there's a friend of yours in the living room." Karra knocked on Cassandra's door. "Miss Sandra ...." Reluctantly, Cassandra got up from her bed and moved towards the door. "Ouch .... Who the hell is here this early. How rude," she grumbled at Karra. "It's already afternoon, Miss. It's three o'clock in the afternoon," Karra patiently replied. "It's already afternoon? So I've been sleeping all da