"What could the passcode be?"Cassandra tried entering Marc’s birthdate. She clicked her tongue in frustration when it didn’t work. One last chance."Hmm... could he have used my birthdate?" she guessed. "Whatever, I'll just try it. Who knows, maybe it’s right."With a bit of hesitation, Cassandra entered her six-digit birthdate. She let out a cheer when the indicator light blinked green.Her heart fluttered. This was proof that Marc hadn’t truly forgotten about her. He had even used her birthdate as his apartment code, showing that he always kept her in mind.At that moment, she was sure—her feelings weren’t one-sided, contrary to what she had thought before.Cassandra glanced around the apartment. Pretty tidy for a single guy’s place. It just needed a woman’s touch to make it feel fresh and lively.She grabbed the pile of dirty clothes stacked in the corner and tossed them into the washing machine. While the machine did its work, she turned on the little round cleaning robot to take
Marc lifted his girl's petite body onto the kitchen table. He freed everything on the table with his one free arm. He hugged her body tightly, while Cassandra wrapped her legs around his waist. Marc was like crazy. He could no longer contain his desire. His head ached, unable to contain his desire for the pleasures of his heavenly world. His shaft hardened perfectly, making the pants he wore feel so tight. Cassandra reached for her belt buckle. She quickly pulled the belt around her waist to free something hidden beneath the pants. Marc sighed. He tried to regain control of himself. But Cassandra didn't seem to want to give him a chance. Cassandra wrapped the belt around his neck and pulled him back closer to her. She greedily kissed Marc's lips while her hands began to probe his hard abs.Marc removed the clothes covering his lover's body one by one. He caressed her soft, clean skin."Let me be a woman for you, just tonight," Cassandra whispered. "I want it so badly." Marc coul
"What do you mean, Irfan?"Marc stared at his brother in shock. He still couldn’t believe what he had just heard. For years, the man standing in front of him had been hiding a huge secret—one Marc had never known.Irfan waved a hand dismissively. "Ah… forget what I said," he muttered, avoiding Marc’s question. "Marc, help me find her. We need to find Cassandra, now!""But where do we even start looking?"Irfan tapped his forehead with a finger. "Think about it. If you were in her shoes, where would you go?"He glanced at his watch. "I have to get to the airport. I can’t miss my flight."Without a second thought, Irfan walked out of Marc’s office, completely unconcerned about the storm of questions swirling in his brother’s mind.Marc watched him go, still in disbelief."How could Cassandra not be Irfan’s daughter?" he muttered in doubt."You need to find out the truth," Rexy, who had been listening the whole time, spoke up. "Don’t even think about being with her until you’re absolutel
Marc clenched the piece of paper in his hand, his anger boiling over."That kid actually had the nerve to run away with Cassandra!" he growled.Without wasting another second, Marc rushed out of the house. Now he knew exactly where to look for his niece. ---"Are you sure?" Fritz asked once more."Yeah. And we should go now before I change my mind." Cassandra adjusted the round object on her head, tightening the straps of her backpack before hopping onto Fritz’s motorcycle.Fritz grinned triumphantly. He couldn’t believe it—Cassandra, the girl he had a crush on, actually agreed to elope with him! What had started as a joke was now becoming reality.He lowered the visor on his helmet, glancing at the piece of paper in his hand—the address Cassandra had given him just moments ago.Fritz revved up his bike and sped down the asphalt road. Distance didn’t matter to him, not as long as Cassandra was by his side.Every now and then, he smiled to himself. He could feel her arms wrapped aroun
Cassandra stared at the woman who emerged from the house. The middle-aged woman squinted as if struggling to see who had come. "Aunt Mona?" Cassandra guessed immediately as the woman stopped in front of her. She glanced between the photo in her hand and the woman she had just addressed. "Yes, I’m Mona. But… who are you?" Mona replied, shifting her gaze between Cassandra and Fritz. Cassandra held up the photo she was holding—a picture of two teenage girls who looked very close. Mona and Marini, Cassandra’s biological mother. Mona took the photo, put on the glasses hanging around her neck, and examined the old picture. "Yes, this is me and…." Mona furrowed her brows as she looked at Cassandra. "Are you her daughter?" Cassandra nodded, gazing at the old woman with hope in her eyes. Her teary eyes reflected the emotion in her heart. It was like seeing someone she never expected to appear in her life. She raised her trembling right hand and placed it on Cassandra’s cheek. "You… loo
"Marc." Viona scanned her surroundings. "Are you sure we didn’t take the wrong way?" Her heart shrank as she noticed the road they were on had narrowed significantly. It was getting steeper and rougher. Not only that, but the unpaved path revealed a steep drop on one side, making her even more nervous about continuing forward. "We should be in the right place. You see that point, right?" Marc replied, pointing at his GPS screen. "But… there’s no way they’d come to a remote place like this. No houses, no shops, nothing. The road is even this bad," Viona grumbled. "What if our car breaks down, runs out of gas, or even worse—what if our tire blows out or something…" "Why are you being so paranoid?" Marc scolded. He stopped the car. "Just get out here. I never asked you to come with me to find my nephew!" "No!" Viona refused. "I’m going wherever you go." Marc let out an annoyed sigh. He started driving again, slowly. He couldn't deny that he was also curious about why his niece had
“Sorry, I just can't do it,” Mona said.“I already know everything. I just… I want to hear your version of the story,” Cassandra pressed. “So please, stop lying to me.”“Sandra, I’m not lying,” Mona quickly denied. “Marini loved Irfan. Just like Irfan loved her. Everyone in our school called them the modern-day Romeo and Juliet.”“Then who is Haris?” Cassandra demanded. “How do you explain his connection to my mom?”“This is my fault. Haris should never have come between them,” Mona said. “Believe what Irfan told you. You are their daughter. Just forget about Haris.”“But, Auntie—”“Haris was just a passing breeze between them.” Mona sighed and stood up. “I’ll go make dinner for you guys.”Once again, Cassandra was left stunned. She got no information at all about Haris' identity. How could this woman be so insistent that Irfan and Marini truly loved each other?Cassandra saw Fritz appear at the door. Still upset over what had happened at the spring earlier, she quickly stood up. She
That man was incredibly strong. His strength was nowhere near Cassandra’s. She was completely powerless in his grip.From a distance, she could faintly hear Fritz calling her name. The sound reignited her hope, and she was about to scream for help, but before she could, the man swiftly covered her mouth.With his overwhelming strength, he dragged Cassandra—who was struggling—to the thick bushes by the deserted roadside.The crunching of gravel echoed as Fritz stepped closer. But Cassandra’s mouth was still covered by the man’s large hand. She tried kicking at anything nearby to make a noise and alert Fritz to her presence. But it was all in vain.Fritz did notice the bushes rustling, but that only made him run the other way. The darkness was too terrifying for him. Anything could be lurking in there, and he wasn’t about to take any chances.Now, all hope was gone for Cassandra. Regret was useless at this point. If only she had stayed home, if only she hadn’t been so stubborn about unc
"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.