CHAPTER 46
Cassandra sat silently behind the wheel of her car, trying to regulate her increasingly labored breathing. Her hands trembled as they gripped the steering wheel, while visions of Maria's confession kept spinning in her mind. The emotions she had been holding back finally exploded.
"ARGHHHH!" she screamed, hitting the steering wheel repeatedly with both fists. Tears flowed heavily down her cheeks as she banged her head against the wheel. "Why... why does it have to be like this?"
Her sobs filled the car, her body shaking violently. She wiped her tears roughly, but they continued to flow without end.
"Antonio... you... you must pay for everything," she whispered hoarsely. "Alexander... Maria... how many more lives will you destroy?"
After a moment, Cassandra straightened herself. Her swollen eyes now flashed with hatred. She started the engine and drove at high speed toward Maria's house.
Upon arrival, she knocked on the door hard. Maria opened the door with a confused face, but before she could react, Cassandra had already pushed her against the wall.
"You think you can fool me?" Cassandra hissed, gripping Maria's collar.
"W-what do you mean? Let me go!" Maria tried to struggle.
"Quiet!" Cassandra slammed her fist into the wall beside Maria's head. "I know you're still hiding something. Tell me everything you know about Antonio, or..."
"Or what?" Maria challenged, though her voice trembled.
Cassandra brought her face close, her eyes radiating a threat that made Maria fall silent. "Or I'll make sure you regret your decision for the rest of your life."
"You... you wouldn't dare..." Maria tried to sound brave.
"Don't test my patience," Cassandra pressed her arm against Maria's throat. "You know what happened to Alexander? That's just the beginning of what I can do."
Maria looked into Cassandra's eyes, and for the first time, she saw a frightening madness there. "Alright... alright! I'll talk!"
"Good," Cassandra loosened her grip. "Start talking."
"Antonio... he's not alone," Maria began speaking haltingly. "There's a big organization behind him. They control everything."
"What organization? Who are they?"
"I don't know the exact name. But that silver rose logo... that's their mark. Cale used to say they had connections everywhere – police, government, business..."
Cassandra frowned. "And you're sure Antonio is part of them?"
"He's not just a part," Maria swallowed. "He's one of the leaders."
"Why didn't you tell me this from the start?"
"Because..." Maria began to sob. "They threatened to kill my children if I talked."
Cassandra slowly released her grip. "Listen, I can protect you and your children. But you have to help me destroy Antonio."
"How can you be sure you can protect us?"
"Because I have something Antonio doesn't," Cassandra smiled coldly. "I have nothing left to lose."
With still trembling hands, Maria and Cassandra sat facing each other on the sofa. An oppressive silence enveloped the room, broken only by the ticking of the wall clock that seemed to mock the tension between them.
"Let me make you a drink first," Maria tried to stand, her voice still shaking. "We can talk more calmly while—"
CLICK
The sound of a cocking pistol froze Maria's movement. Cassandra pointed her weapon directly at Maria's chest, her eyes flashing coldly.
"Sit down," Cassandra commanded in an undeniable tone. "You think I'll fall for the same trick? Try to poison me like you did to Alexander?"
Maria slowly sat back down, her face deathly pale. "I... I didn't mean—"
"QUIET!" Cassandra cut sharply. "Enough with your lies."
Tears began welling up in Maria's eyes. "You don't understand... after what happened to Cale, I can't trust anyone. Especially detectives."
"What do you mean?"
"They're all the same," Maria laughed bitterly. "Police, detectives... they promised to protect Cale. But look what happened? He died alone, without anyone helping him!"
Cassandra leaned forward, her gun unwavering. "Tell me, what is Antonio's weakness? There must be something we can use to bring him down."
Maria shook her head slowly, her eyes reflecting deep desperation. "Antonio... he's not a normal human being, Cassandra. He has no weaknesses. No one can touch him."
"Everyone has weaknesses," Cassandra pressed.
"Not Antonio," Maria looked at Cassandra with darkening eyes. "He's discarded everything that could make him weak. Family, love, even his own humanity. What's left is just a monster with a human face."
Maria clenched both hands until her knuckles turned white. Her eyes gazed far away, as if drowning in memories she wanted to bury deep inside. Cassandra could see the change in Maria's face - there was a mixture of anger, regret, and unbridled grief.
"Antonio..." Maria began with a trembling voice, "He promised us a new life. A house in Switzerland, the best education for the children, and a future free from financial problems."
"And Cale believed him?" asked Cassandra, her gun still aimed though her grip slightly loosened.
"You didn't know my husband," Maria smiled bitterly, tears flowing down her cheeks. "Cale... he was the most honest man I'd ever known before meeting Antonio. He never took more than he should, even for a box of candy."
"Then what changed?"
"Antonio needed someone in the government," Maria took a deep breath. "Someone who could give him free access, let him move around without suspicion. And Cale... his position was very strategic."
Cassandra leaned forward. "But why kill him?"
Maria laughed bitterly, her voice breaking with sobs. "Because my husband was too easily provoked. He started asking questions about missing children, about funds that never reached charity foundations. My poor Cale..." Maria bowed her head, her shoulders shaking. "He still believed in goodness, even after Antonio forced him to do terrible things. And that's what killed him."
Chapter 47Maria walked toward her room with slow yet cautious steps. The creak of the wooden floor beneath her feet echoed loudly in the stillness of the night. Cassandra followed closely behind, her eyes keenly observing Maria's every move. The tension between them seemed to suffocate the air.Maria stopped in front of an old cabinet that looked sturdy but worn. Carefully, she opened one of the drawers and took out a small mahogany box. The box appeared dusty but well-preserved. Maria carried it to the bed and sat on its edge."What is that?" Cassandra asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.Maria didn’t answer immediately. She opened the box slowly, as if afraid that whatever was inside would break if handled carelessly. Inside was a stack of old photographs, their edges yellowed with age. Maria picked up one photo and stared at it with a mixture of nostalgia and sorrow.Cassandra, now standing near Maria, glanced at the photo. The image showed a group of men smiling widely at th
Chapter 48Cassandra woke up to pain radiating through her entire body. The light from the street lamps filtered through the cracked windshield, casting eerie reflections across the cabin. With considerable effort, she pried open the severely dented car door and staggered to the side of the road. The truck was gone, leaving behind a trail of mystery and vengeance.After taking a moment to calm herself, Cassandra managed to hail a taxi to take her home. Upon arriving, she noticed something different. Two burly men stood at Antonio’s front gate, their posture exuding authority. Their outfits were tidy yet conspicuous, and their demeanor was intimidating. Cassandra narrowed her eyes, studying their faces. One of them had a scar on his right cheek, while the other wore dark sunglasses despite the late hour.“New guards,” Cassandra muttered, half-questioning herself. A wave of wariness crept into her heart, but she decided not to show any suspicion.With light steps, she walked past them,
CHAPTER 49That morning, Cassandra felt her body was still sore from the previous night's events. But she tried to dismiss the pain. There were more pressing matters waiting. After hours of strategizing in her mind, she finally decided to go to Jessica's nightclub. Her friend was the only person she could fully trust in a situation like this.The nightclub was located downtown, adorned with flickering neon lights. Outside, a queue of visitors snaked around, waiting for their turn to enter. Cassandra didn't need long to pass through the crowd, thanks to the doorman who knew her as Jessica's special guest. Upon entering, pounding music greeted her, making the floor vibrate beneath her feet. The aroma of expensive perfume and alcohol permeated the air.She headed upstairs to Jessica's private office. The room was relatively quieter compared to the commotion below. When Cassandra opened the door, she found Jessica sitting behind a large glass desk, counting the profits from her nightclub.
CHAPTER 50The sound of Cassandra’s footsteps echoed in the hallway of Martinez's apartment as she prepared to leave. Shadows of old photos still danced in her mind, making her stomach churn with all the possibilities that now lay before her.“Let Martinez drive you,” Lilian said anxiously, her hand gripping her husband's arm. “It’s getting late.”Cassandra shook her head slightly, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’ll be fine. You’ve already helped me so much tonight.”Martinez furrowed his brow. “Cassandra, with everything that’s happened—”“Exactly because of that,” Cassandra cut in firmly. “I have to face this alone. Antonio can’t suspect anything.”The night air greeted Cassandra with its coldness, as if warning her of the danger lurking ahead. In her car, she sat for a moment, gripping the steering wheel with slightly trembling hands. The photo of her father felt heavy in her bag, like a secret burden she now had to carry.The gas station on the side of the road appe
Chapter 51The night around Cassandra's house felt more oppressive than usual. The cold air creeping through the window gaps seemed to heighten the tension that hung in her heart. The message from an unknown number still echoed in her mind, reminding her that this game had entered a more dangerous phase. But more than that, Antonio’s words—“Tomorrow will be a long day”—kept lingering in her thoughts, making the anxiety even harder to shake off.Outside, the night wind blew fiercely, striking the window panes with a sound that was almost like the rustling of heavy footsteps, bringing an air of uncertainty. Cassandra sat at the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the locked door. Her mind wandered, searching for ways to survive in this increasingly complicated and dark game. She knew that if she failed this time, not only her future would be at risk, but also the lives of those she loved—especially Martinez, who had always been by her side, and Jessica, the friend who had entrusted her w
CHAPTER 52She recalled the previous night, the decisions she had made, which now left her confused and unsure of what to do. Sometimes, the guilt weighed so deeply on her, as if it haunted every step she took.However, the soft knock on her door startled her. Before she could rise from the bed, the door slowly opened, and Antonio stood in the doorway with a breakfast tray in hand."Good morning, Cassandra," he said with a slight smile on his face. His voice was calm, yet there was something unspoken in his dark eyes. The tray he carried contained a plate of fresh fruit, toast, and a cup of warm coffee.Cassandra stared at him, unable to hide the confusion still lodged in her heart. Antonio walked closer, and without waiting for Cassandra’s reaction, he sat down beside the bed. Gently, he picked up a spoon and fed her some fruit."I thought we should start the day on a good note," he said, watching Cassandra’s reaction with unreadable eyes.Cassandra just looked at him, confused, almo
CHAPTER 53Antonio's words echoed in Cassandra’s mind as they returned to the city. The drive back was silent, each lost in their own thoughts. The sun, now high in the sky, cast long shadows across the road, reflecting the internal conflict within Cassandra. She couldn’t shake the feeling that things had shifted between them, but how? And why did she feel so unsettled by it?Once they reached the city, Antonio broke the silence. “Cassandra,” he said, his voice still carrying the weight of something unspoken. “You should take the day off today. You don’t need to go to work. Rest. We’ve had a lot of things happen, and it might be good for you to step back for a while.”Cassandra turned to look at him, studying his face for any hint of manipulation. Instead, she saw concern, genuine concern, something she hadn't expected. She wasn’t used to this side of him, but she could feel the sincerity in his words.“I... I suppose I could use the rest,” Cassandra murmured, feeling an unexpected wa
Chapter 54After saying reassuring words to Cassandra, Antonio finally gave her space. He knew that Cassandra needed time for herself, and he respected that. “Take all the time you need,” he said, then turned and walked toward the door. After that, he contacted his driver to return to the office.In the car, Antonio sat with a blank stare, his eyes fixed outside the window. A mixture of emotions enveloped him. A part of him was starting to feel closer to Cassandra, but another part worried that these feelings might interfere with his mission. However, one thing was certain—Cassandra was beginning to show signs of weakness. That was a sign of victory for Antonio.Upon arriving at the office, the atmosphere, so different from home, distracted him slightly. He briefly felt the contrast between the business world and the personal life he shared with Cassandra. As soon as he got out of the car, his personal secretary, Ben, greeted him respectfully.“Good morning, Mr. Antonio,” Ben said, wi
Chapter 84Cassandra opened the bathroom door with a heavy heart, her mind still clouded by her conversation with Alexander. The sound of water dripping from the faucet accompanied her steps as she opened the laundry basket to check the clothes needing washing. But as her eyes fell on the pile inside, they widened in shock.On top of the pile lay Antonio’s white shirt, stained with blood. The red marks were stark, even though some had started to dry. Cassandra’s heart sank. Her hands trembled as she picked up the shirt for a closer look. There was no doubt—it was blood. A lot of it.She stood frozen, holding the shirt in her hands. What had Antonio done? Was this his own blood, or... someone else’s? Questions swirled in her mind, but she knew she wouldn’t find answers just standing there. Quickly, Cassandra rolled the shirt into a bundle and scanned the room, her mind racing to find a safe place to hide it.Walking out of the bathroom, Cassandra carried the shirt to the bedroom. She o
Chapter 83The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the living room. Cassandra stirred slightly, her head resting on Antonio’s chest, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She blinked a few times, realizing they had fallen asleep together on the sofa. Antonio’s arm was still draped protectively around her, his face serene and unguarded in sleep.For a moment, Cassandra hesitated, gazing at him. In this vulnerable state, Antonio seemed different—less guarded, almost tender. A faint smile appeared on Cassandra’s lips as she gently slid out of his embrace. She reached for the folded blanket nearby and carefully covered him, her fingers pausing briefly on his shoulder.“Sleep well,” she murmured softly before heading upstairs.When Antonio woke up, the blanket still covered him, and the living room was silent. He glanced around, his senses sharpening as he realized Cassandra was no longer there. Stretching his limbs, he stood and walked toward
Chapter 82The dimly lit warehouse smelled of metal and dampness, the oppressive silence broken only by the occasional drip of water echoing in the distance. At the center of the room, Viktor Reznov and Thomas Rivera were tightly bound to metal chairs, their faces lined with tension and bruises. Marcus stood nearby, his large frame exuding a cold authority, while Ben paced back and forth, his expression clouded with thought.Ben’s gaze shifted toward the two men, his jaw tightening. “This is truly unbelievable,” he said, his voice a mix of disbelief and disappointment. “Antonio gave both of you a chance—a way out of ruin. He loaned you capital to build your businesses, and this is how you repay him?”Viktor sneered, refusing to meet Ben’s eyes. Beside him, Thomas glared at Ben with undisguised disdain. “Spare me your lecture,” Thomas rasped, his voice hoarse. “Antonio is nothing more than a loan shark. Sure, he lent us money, but the interest he charged? Outrageous.”Ben stopped pacin
Chapter 81That morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains of Cassandra's room. Antonio sat in the chair by the bed, his gaze fixed on his wife, who was still sound asleep. Thoughts of looming threats weighed heavily on his mind, but watching Cassandra sleep peacefully gave him the strength he needed.A soft knock on the door made Antonio turn his head. He stood and walked out cautiously so as not to wake Cassandra. In the hallway, Marcus was waiting, his expression tense.“Sir, we have new developments,” he said in a low voice. “We managed to unlock the burner phone found in Thomas’s pocket.”Antonio nodded, signaling Marcus to continue.“There were several encrypted messages, but one name appeared repeatedly: Viktor Reznov. We believe he’s the mastermind behind all of this.”The name made Antonio pause. Viktor Reznov wasn’t just another name in the criminal underworld; he was someone with a fearsome reputation. Antonio realized that this wasn’t an ordinary threat.“Where w
Chapter 80The old docks were shrouded in fog, the salty air heavy with the stench of decay. Antonio’s men had surrounded the warehouse, their movements precise and silent. Inside, tension crackled like electricity in the air. Thomas, cornered and desperate, gripped a hidden blade beneath his coat, his mind racing with thoughts of escape—or revenge.Antonio entered the dimly lit warehouse, his sharp footsteps echoing off the walls. Behind him, Ben followed cautiously, his eyes scanning the room for threats. Marcus and a few other men spread out, forming a loose perimeter around Thomas.“It’s over, Thomas,” Antonio said, his voice calm yet threatening. “You have no way out.”Thomas’s eyes darted between Antonio and the others. “No way out?” he sneered, attempting to mask his fear with false bravado. “You think you’ve won? You don’t even know who you’re up against.”Antonio stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. “Then tell me. Who are they? Who’s pulling your strings?”Thomas hesitated, b
Chapter 79The dim light in the warehouse flickered, casting long shadows across the cold cement floor. Antonio stood near a stack of crates, his fingers brushing the edge of his jacket. He motioned for Ben to approach. Ben stepped forward cautiously, sensing the weight of the conversation that was about to take place.“Ben,” Antonio began, his voice low but firm. “I need your honest opinion. What do you think about today’s situation?”Ben’s brow furrowed. He had always been loyal to Antonio, not just as a secretary but as someone who deeply understood the complexities of Antonio’s world. “Sir, with all due respect, it’s not the situation itself that worries me.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “It’s you.”Antonio raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not offended. “Go on.”Ben took a deep breath. “You’ve changed, Antonio. Ever since Cassandra came into your life, your priorities have shifted. It’s understandable, but it’s also dangerous. You’re putting her above everythin
Chapter 78Antonio and Cassandra arrived at the grand estate that served as their residence. The large iron gates closed behind them with a resounding clang as the car stopped in the driveway. Antonio stepped out first, quickly moving to Cassandra's side to help her out of the car."Cass, are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of discomfort.Cassandra nodded, offering a faint smile. "I'm fine, Antonio. Really. Just a bit tired.""Let's get you inside so you can rest," Antonio's voice was soft, but there was a commanding tone that left no room for argument.Once inside, Cassandra sank onto the plush couch in the living room. The warm light from the chandelier above cast a soothing glow, but the tension between them remained palpable. Antonio paced for a moment before suddenly stopping."Cass," he began seriously, "I need to step out for a while. There are some things I need to handle with my men. The situation from earlier needs to be addressed im
Chapter 77"Call for the backup car now!" Ben spoke firmly over the phone, his voice echoing amidst the chaos. He stood tall at the scene of the accident, his eyes fixed sharply on the black car speeding away in the distance. It didn’t take long before two other black cars arrived, speeding and stopping right in front of them.“Mr. Antonio, Miss Cassandra, please get into the first car. I’ll go after that vehicle,” Ben said, swiftly opening the car door.Antonio helped Cassandra, who still looked a bit shaken. “Cass, let’s go. We need to get to the hospital,” he said, his tone both firm and gentle. He ensured Cassandra got into the car safely before turning to Ben. “Be careful, Ben. Don’t let anything happen to you.”Ben nodded confidently. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll make sure they don’t get away.” With that, he got into the second car and sped off, following the trail of the car that had hit them.Inside the car, Cassandra held Antonio’s hand tightly. “Antonio, are you sure we need to g
CHAPTER 76That morning, the sunlight streamed softly through the large window of Antonio and Cassandra’s bedroom. Cassandra woke up earlier than usual. She was still reminiscing about the warmth of the previous night, but a sense of curiosity crept into her heart. Antonio, who usually woke up early for work, was still sound asleep beside her. His peaceful face made Cassandra smile slightly.When Antonio finally woke up, he looked at Cassandra tenderly. “Morning, my love. Have you been up long?”Cassandra shook her head with a smile. “Just now.”Antonio sat up, tidied his slightly messy hair, and suddenly seemed to remember something. With a burst of energy, he got out of bed and walked toward the large wardrobe in the corner of the room.“What are you doing?” Cassandra asked, her tone puzzled, as she followed Antonio’s movements with her eyes.Antonio didn’t answer. He opened one of the wardrobe doors, reached inside, and pulled out a large maroon box decorated with a gold ribbon. Hi