After the formal event ended, Cassandra quickly made her way to the restroom, seeking an escape from the suffocating atmosphere that still clung to her skin. The long white gown she wore swayed lightly with her hurried steps, as if amplifying the panic in her heart, desperate to calm her shattered emotions. Once inside the empty restroom, she shut the door behind her and leaned against the marble sink, staring at her reflection, tired and cold, in the mirror.
Cassandra closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to release the tension in her chest. The memory of Antonio’s sudden kiss still burned on her lips. She tried to erase the feeling from herself, but no matter how hard she tried, the image of that kiss refused to fade. She swallowed hard, cursing herself for losing control even for a moment.
“Stupid! How could you let him touch you like that?” she whispered angrily to herself, her lips trembling. What might have seemed romantic to others felt like fire, burning her heart with rage. Behind the passion, she saw Antonio as nothing more than a cold-blooded killer—the man who had destroyed her life long ago. How could she let him touch her as if there were no buried wounds?
Cassandra lowered her head, her right hand gripping the edge of the sink tightly, trying to channel her anger. She tried to take a deep breath, but the suppressed rage only tightened her chest. Inside, she kept cursing Antonio and herself. Her thoughts spiraled back to a past that should never have been—a tragic moment that had taken her family and left scars that never healed.
Her reddened eyes glared at her reflection in the mirror, as though she wanted to scratch away the fragile yet hate-filled face staring back at her. “You are dead to my heart, Antonio,” she murmured in a low voice, almost like a whisper. “There’s nothing you can do to replace the lives you’ve taken.”
She wiped away the tears threatening to fall with the back of her hand, unwilling to show weakness, even to her own reflection. Cassandra knew the only reason she agreed to this marriage was for one purpose she clung to tightly—revenge.
This marriage wasn’t the end; it was the beginning of a long plan she had built in her mind for years. The decision to marry Antonio, as painful as it was, was the path she chose to bring the man to his downfall. She wouldn’t allow herself to waver or forget her goal, no matter how hard Antonio tried to get close to her.
Feeling somewhat calmer, Cassandra stood tall, regulated her breathing, and tried to recompose her expression. Her once glassy eyes now radiated deep determination, though pain and hatred still lingered in their depths. She promised herself never to let Antonio see her weakness.
She stepped out of the restroom with her head held high, donning her cold mask once again, ready to face Antonio and whatever games he might have planned. But deep down, Cassandra felt a vast emptiness that would not easily be filled. The wound was too deep, too dark to heal easily. She almost let the tears fall again, but she reminded herself that this entire marriage was the beginning of the revenge she had long awaited.
Cassandra quickly wiped away the remaining tears on her cheeks, straightened her shoulders, and took a deep breath to steady herself. She needed to stay strong. She had to attend the rest of the party—no matter how she felt. Each step she took back toward the ballroom felt heavy, as though each step carried the weight of her past. But she couldn’t falter, not in front of the guests waiting and especially not in front of Antonio.
When she stepped back into the ballroom, all eyes turned to her. Her white gown still looked flawless, with no trace of the tears that had briefly streaked her cheeks. She stood beside Antonio, her face almost emotionless, suppressing the turmoil in her heart. Antonio, who was chatting with one of his business associates, noticed Cassandra’s return and gently took her hand, holding it as if to assert his ownership. Cassandra resisted the urge to pull her hand away, forcing a cold smile.
“Cassandra, darling, you look stunning tonight,” Antonio whispered with a faint smile. His tone was sweet, but Cassandra knew that behind those words lay manipulation. She responded with a small nod, not saying a word.
Antonio’s associates approached them one by one, offering their congratulations with words that felt formal and hollow. Cassandra simply smiled and nodded each time someone spoke, though her mind was far away. In the midst of the party, Antonio seemed to revel in his role as a doting husband, occasionally touching Cassandra’s shoulder or inviting her to toast. He appeared to be showing everyone that Cassandra was part of his life. But Cassandra knew this was just part of Antonio’s grand plan, another piece of his perfect image.
In the midst of the crowd, Antonio suddenly leaned in, bringing his face close to Cassandra. “I didn’t expect you to leave the party for so long,” he whispered, his low tone sounding like a subtle reprimand. “What were you doing in there, Cassandra?”
Cassandra gave a faint smile, shifting her gaze toward the guests still laughing and chatting. “Perhaps I just needed time to… process all of this, Antonio,” she replied calmly, though her chest felt tight.
Antonio stared at her sharply, as though trying to penetrate the cold mask she wore. He gripped Cassandra’s hand more firmly and led her to a quieter corner of the room, away from the crowd of guests. There, he looked at Cassandra with an almost intimidating gaze, his expression turning serious.
“What do you really want, Cassandra?” Antonio asked in a low voice, his eyes narrowing as though trying to read every move she made. “Why do you seem so… unhappy?”
Cassandra swallowed, maintaining her forced smile. “I am happy, Antonio,” she said, her tone hollow, meeting his gaze with an unreadable expression. “I just feel a little tired.”
Antonio raised an eyebrow, looking at her without expression. “Tired?” he repeated, as though doubting the excuse she gave. “I thought you knew what you were getting with this marriage. Wealth, luxury… everything you could ever dream of.”
Cassandra tried to keep her composure, even as her heart tightened further. She knew all too well that everything Antonio said wasn’t for her happiness but to bolster Antonio’s power and influence in the eyes of everyone around him. To him, Cassandra was merely a trophy to reinforce his image as a powerful man.
The faint smile on Antonio’s lips slowly turned into a sinister smirk. He leaned closer to Cassandra’s ear, whispering in a cold tone only they could hear. “Why are you crying, Cassandra?” he asked softly but with a mocking edge, as though savoring the discomfort he caused. “Shouldn’t you be happy to know you’ll be swimming in money after this?”
CHAPTER 20Cassandra sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor with a vacant expression. Inside her chest, sadness mixed with anger churned relentlessly. She struggled to hold back her tears, trying to bury her emotions deep within. But her thoughts kept returning to this marriage, to the bond that now tied her to Antonio, the man she hated most. Her hands clenched in her lap, nails digging into her skin, as she sought control over the escalating unease consuming her.Across the room, Antonio placed several folders on the table, closing them with swift and deliberate movements. His suit was slightly wrinkled, yet he still exuded the intimidating aura of a commanding man. After setting down the documents, Antonio loosened his tie, pulling it off with one strong tug, then unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time. Cassandra glanced at him briefly, then quickly turned away, feeling a mix of disgust and helplessness at the situation.Antonio looked at her with an inscrutable gaze,
CHAPTER 21Antonio grinned with satisfaction, secretly enjoying his manipulation of Cassandra. In the dimly lit luxury apartment, with mahogany-paneled walls and priceless paintings hanging as silent witnesses to his deceitful games, Cassandra stood by the window. Her eyes were fixed on the twinkling city lights below. The cold night air seeped in through the window gap, brushing her skin, but it was nothing compared to the chilling presence of Antonio."Cassandra," Antonio's voice broke the silence, a soft whisper laced with threat. "I hope you realize your performance earlier was very impressive. But don’t think you can play games with me."Cassandra swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composed expression. She turned and met Antonio’s gaze with a calculating look. "I only acted as you asked, Antonio. I know how to play this role."Antonio's gaze hardened, and with a swift step, he closed the distance, cornering Cassandra against the wall. Her heart pounded rapidly, but she showed
CHAPTER 22Antonio’s kiss deepened, his lips demanding and dominant, as if he was staking a claim over Cassandra. Her hands, initially stiff and trembling, gradually fell to her sides. Her mind screamed for her to pull away, to resist the trap she could see forming around her, but her body betrayed her. The knife she had clung to was now a distant memory, forgotten on the carpet. She could feel the intensity of his touch, the heat radiating from his skin.Every kiss, every move of his hands seemed calculated to break down her defenses. And it worked. Somewhere between the fire of his lips and the weight of his body pressing against hers, Cassandra’s resolve crumbled completely. She hated herself for letting it happen, hated the way her body responded to Antonio’s every move. Antonio lifted her, carrying her to the bed, and as he laid her down, the luxurious bedding seemed to mock her.This was not how she imagined her first time—not here, not with him. But her protests never reached h
CHAPTER 23The morning air was crisp as Cassandra stepped out of her apartment, her mind still overshadowed by the events of the night before. Each step felt like walking through quicksand as she made her way to the police station where she worked. The bustling city around her was nothing more than background noise, drowned out by the storm raging inside her.When she arrived at the station, her face had hardened into a stony expression. Instead of heading straight to her desk, she walked toward the small garden in the back. The place was quiet, a rare pocket of serenity amidst the chaos of her life. She sat on one of the wooden benches, her hands tightly clasped in her lap, her eyes blankly staring at the grass beneath her feet.“Cassandra!” a familiar voice broke her thoughts.She looked up to see Alexander approaching, a warm smile on his face and a steaming cup of hot chocolate in his hand. His chestnut hair caught the sunlight, and the warmth in his eyes seemed to melt away a sli
CHAPTER 24Cassandra sat at her desk, her fingers flipping through a stack of files, her focus fixed on a chilling case: the death of Michael Foster. The more she read, the clearer the connection became between the case and Antonio Franches, her contract husband. Her brow furrowed as she jotted down key points, trying to piece together how Foster’s mysterious death might tie into Antonio’s vast empire. The air around her felt heavy, charged with both curiosity and unease.The sharp buzz of her phone shattered her concentration. Cassandra glanced at the screen, and her stomach tightened. It was a message from Antonio:Meet me at my office during lunch. Don’t be late.She exhaled deeply, feeling the invisible grip of Antonio’s control tightening around her. Despite her reluctance, she couldn’t ignore his summons. Closing the file, Cassandra rose from her chair and headed to the locker room. She stripped off her police uniform and changed into casual attire—a fitted blouse and black trou
CHAPTER 25Cassandra gripped her trousers tightly, her nails digging into the fabric as she fought to contain her anger. The muscles in her jaw tensed, but she forced herself to maintain a calm demeanor. Slowly, she met Antonio’s intense gaze with her own, her voice steady as she asked, “Do you think I’m fit to be a police officer?”Antonio’s response was immediate—a sharp laugh that echoed throughout the room. He leaned back on the sofa, his smirk widening as he pointed a finger at her. “A police officer?” he said, mocking disbelief in his tone. “No, Cassandra, you’re far better suited to being my bedmate.”The insult hit her like a slap, but Cassandra remained stoic, suppressing the storm of fury building inside her. Stay calm, she reminded herself. Instead of reacting, she tilted her head slightly and forced a small smile, as if his words had no power over her.Antonio’s smirk remained, satisfied with his perceived control over her. “Come,” he said, rising from the sofa and motioni
CHAPTER 26Cassandra stepped into the bustling lobby of Emperal Hospital, her nerves taut as she scanned the room for Detective Martinez. The hospital’s sterile white walls and the constant shuffle of doctors and patients only heightened her unease. She finally spotted Martinez near the reception desk, holding a brown envelope that seemed to carry the weight of the Foster case within it.“Detective,” Cassandra greeted, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.Martinez turned, his face lined with a mixture of fatigue and determination. “Cassandra,” he said, gesturing for her to follow him. They walked down a quieter corridor before stopping in an empty waiting room. Martinez handed her the envelope.“These are the fingerprint samples collected from Michael Foster’s residence,” he began, his voice low. “It’s a lot, Cassandra. More than we’d normally expect for a typical scene.”Cassandra opened the envelope, pulling out the evidence sheets. The number of distinct fingerpri
CHAPTER 27Detective Martinez approached Alexander’s desk, his expression thoughtful but tinged with the weight of the case. Alexander looked up from his computer, a small smile forming on his lips as he greeted the detective.“Detective Martinez,” Alexander said, leaning back in his chair. “You look like you’ve been busy.”“I always am,” Martinez replied, placing a brown folder on Alexander’s desk. “These are the fingerprint results from the Foster case. I’ve already handed a copy to Cassandra.”Alexander nodded, flipping the folder open. His sharp eyes scanned the documents, noting the sheer volume of fingerprints found at the scene. “It’s a lot,” he muttered.“It is,” Martinez confirmed, crossing his arms. “Foster hosted a party the night before his death. Apparently, it was to celebrate sealing a deal with Antonio Franches.”Alexander’s brow furrowed slightly. “Antonio again,” he said quietly. “That name keeps popping up.”Martinez nodded. “It does. And while we don’t have solid e
Edward Novaries sat in his chair, his jaw clenched tight, eyes burning with madness and fury. In front of him, a group of men from various mafia organizations sat around a circular table. Some of them looked hesitant, while others stared at him with disbelief. Antonio had destroyed all his financial networks, burned his businesses to the ground.Now, he had no choice but to seek new allies. His gaze flicked to the right, where Hernando Diaz, a Colombian cartel boss, lounged lazily in his seat. Across from him sat Rafael Montenegro, head of the Spanish syndicate, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. Edward exhaled sharply before speaking.“We all have one common enemy—Antonio Franches and The Silver Thorn. If we don’t act now, he’ll take us down one by one.”Hernando scoffed.“You talk big, Edward. We all know who Antonio is and what his men are capable of. He’s not just another threat—he’s a goddamn killing machine.”“You expect us to go against a man who never fail
Inside the secret meeting room, the air was thick with tension. Dim lights cast shadows over the serious faces surrounding the massive mahogany table. Antonio’s five top agents—Marcus, Ben, Dominic, Silvio, and Luca—sat with tense expressions, ready to take orders from their leader. But tonight, there was someone different in the room. Cassandra. Normally, Antonio wouldn’t allow her to be part of meetings like this. But tonight was different. She was the only living witness to the tragic accident that took her parents' lives. Antonio wanted her here—to hear firsthand how they were going to hunt Edward Novaries down and drag him out of whatever hole he was hiding in. Cassandra sat beside Antonio, her hands clenched in her lap, trying to conceal the nervousness creeping into her. Marcus, Antonio’s most trusted man, started the discussion.“Edward keeps slipping through our fingers. We almost had him after the tanker explosion, but he got away.”Dominic took a slow sip of his coffee, his
The dark night sky was illuminated by the faint glow of city lights. The cold air was biting, but nothing could compare to the heat of tension that surrounded the scene. The sound of police sirens grew louder, inching closer with every second, signaling that Edward Novaries' time was running out. With steady breaths and an unshaken expression, Edward assessed his surroundings. A few of Antonio’s men remained in their battle-ready positions, but they knew the police would be there any moment. Antonio, injured but standing tall, clutched his throbbing arm from the previous fight. His eyes burned with fury as he stared at Edward.“You have nowhere to run, Edward.”Edward simply smirked, as if he still held control of the situation.“Antonio, Antonio… You still think this is a game you can win?”He sighed.“I’ve always been one step ahead of you.”Cassandra, standing beside Alexander, clenched her fists.“You’re a coward! All you do is hide behind your dirty tricks!”Edward turned his gaz
The sky was still gray as Cassandra and Alexander left Aunt Marrie’s house. The remnants of last night’s rain lingered on the streets, making the air cooler and damp. Trees along the road dripped with water, their leaves still wet. Cassandra sat quietly in the passenger seat, her gaze vacant as she stared out the window. Her heart was a storm of fear and determination. She was getting closer to uncovering the truth, but she also knew that each step forward brought her into more danger than she had ever imagined. Alexander, driving with sharp focus, stole occasional glances at her. He understood how heavy this journey was for Cassandra."We can stop now if you want, Cass,"Alexander said softly but firmly."This isn’t an easy road."Cassandra turned to him, her eyes burning with unshakable resolve."I’m not stopping, Alex," she said firmly."Not until I find out who killed them."Alexander studied her for a moment before sighing. He knew she wouldn’t change her mind."Alright. But prom
Cassandra stood on Aunt Marrie’s porch, staring at the dark sky with empty eyes. The night wind blew through her loose hair, but she barely felt it. Her mind was consumed by one thing—the bitter truth that her parents had never truly been free from the world they tried to leave behind. Behind her, footsteps approached. Alexander appeared, carrying two cups of hot tea."You haven’t come inside,"he said, his voice soft but watchful."It’s freezing out here."Cassandra didn’t respond right away. She took the cup without looking, taking a small sip. The warmth should have spread through her body, but the cold inside her refused to leave."They just wanted a normal life," she murmured finally, pain thick in her voice."But they were never allowed to escape."Alexander stood beside her, gazing out at the empty street."Cass…"He hesitated before saying,"I know this hurts. But if you want answers, we can start digging into their past."Cassandra tightened her grip on the cup."I have to fi
Alexander’s car sped down the empty road toward the small village where Aunt Marrie lived. Inside the vehicle, Cassandra sat silently, her eyes gazing out the window while her mind wandered far away. Her fingers fidgeted on her lap, restless, reflecting the chaos in her thoughts. Alexander glanced at her briefly, noticing the unease she made no effort to hide."I don’t know if I’m ready to hear this,"Cassandra finally spoke, her voice quiet and uncertain. Alexander kept his eyes on the road, but his voice was steady."It’s better you know now than spend the rest of your life wondering."Cassandra took a deep breath, trying to steady herself."I’m just afraid… what if the truth is worse than I imagined?"Alexander finally turned to her, his eyes serious, filled with something Cassandra couldn’t quite decipher."No matter what it is, I’ll be here with you."Cassandra swallowed hard. Alexander had always been there for her. No matter how many times she ignored him, pushed him away, even
NYPD Headquarters –The Second Shocking Package That morning, Cassandra sat at her desk, her eyes still locked onto the documents she had received days ago. The truth about her parents’ deaths lingered in her mind like an unshakable fog. Even now, she didn’t know whether to trust Antonio or the documents she had been given. But everything changed when a mail officer arrived at her office again."Detective Cassandra, there’s another package for you."Cassandra frowned, her head snapping up."What?"Another package? The officer placed a plain brown box on her desk, just like the last one—no postage stamps, no sender information. Her heartbeat quickened as she reached for it. With trembling hands, Cassandra ripped open the seal and lifted the lid. Inside was a thick stack of documents, even more disturbing than the first. Her eyes scanned the bold text on the first page:"Subject: Marvin Carter""Status: Trusted Agent of The Silver Thorn"Cassandra’s eyes widened. No… this couldn’t be… H
New York –The City Rising from Darkness Weeks after the downfall of Leonardo’s Mafia, New York was finally beginning to rise from the ruins of chaos. Citizens who had once fled returned to the city, trying to rebuild the lives they had left behind. Destroyed offices were being renovated, businesses were reopening, and the once bloodstained streets were now filled with pedestrians again. The media headlines painted a narrative of victory."NYPD Successfully Fights Crime and Restores Peace!""Leonardo and His Criminal Empire Crumble – New York is Safe Again!"On television screens, Police Commissioner O’Connor was seen smiling triumphantly as he accepted an award from the Mayor of New York. Meanwhile, in one of the skyscrapers overlooking the entire city, Antonio Franches sat leisurely on the balcony of his mansion. He gazed at the city he had saved, but there were no awards for him. No speeches, no medals. That’s just how the world worked. Marcus arrived with a bottle of whiskey, pour
Back at the Mansion –A Calming Night The night air was cold as Antonio’s car finally passed through the gates of his mansion. From a distance, several of Antonio’s men stood on high alert, ready to welcome their leader home. Marcus quickly stepped beside the car as Antonio opened the door, gently pulling Cassandra out. Cassandra looked exhausted, her face slightly pale after hours on that desolate island. But the moment she gazed at Antonio, her eyes filled with warmth and gratitude."You’re safe now,"Antonio whispered, his hand still gripping her waist firmly. Cassandra gave a small nod, still feeling the tension lingering in her body. Marcus observed them for a moment before speaking."Boss, we still need to stay on guard. Leonardo could retaliate at any moment."Antonio nodded without taking his eyes off Cassandra."Increase security around the mansion. Make sure no one gets close without my knowledge."Marcus nodded and immediately relayed orders to the rest of the team. Meanwhi