Antonio Franches sat in his black leather chair, slowly spinning the ring on his finger. His office was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating the stacks of files on the mahogany desk. Antonio’s face remained cold, emotionless, but his sharp gaze conveyed an aura of unbroken control.
In the silence, the office door opened with a soft click. A tall man with neatly cropped dark hair stepped in—it was Ben, his right-hand man, the one who always carried out orders without question. Without any pleasantries, Ben approached, slipping his hands into his pants pockets and reporting in a low tone, "Cale Callaghan is dead in custody."
Antonio lifted his icy gaze, showing no sign of surprise, as though he’d predicted this outcome long before Ben reported it. He leaned back in his chair with slow movements, turning the ring on his finger once more, this time with a slower rhythm, as if counting time in his mind. "What’s the status?" Antonio asked, his voice low and controlled.
Ben stood straight in front of the desk, his posture rigid yet confident. "Our people made sure it looks like a suicide. He was found hanging from the bars in his cell."
Antonio gave a soft scoff, almost like a smile that didn’t reach his lips. "Of course he was hanging," he murmured to himself, as though every step had been anticipated, every part of the scenario going precisely as planned. "Cassandra Baker will immediately suspect something’s wrong," he continued, his tone half-joking, though his eyes gleamed with meticulous calculation.
Ben nodded. "She’s already examined the body. But so far, she doesn’t have enough evidence to connect us to Cale’s death."
Antonio looked at Ben for a long moment, his gaze piercing as if scrutinizing every possible mistake. "Were there any traces?" he asked, calm yet with a hidden threat.
Ben was unfazed. He’d worked with Antonio long enough to know how this man operated—calm on the surface but deadly beneath it. "None. We ensured our people did their job well," Ben answered firmly, his eyes resolute.
Antonio was silent, weighing the answer. The ring on his finger continued to spin in smooth motions as he plotted his next steps. A satisfied grin appeared, a sly gleam flickering in his eyes. His fingers continued turning the ring with a steady rhythm, a sign he was savoring his control over the situation.
Every step had been laid out with precision, like chess pieces set in place, ready to checkmate his opponent in one move. He looked at Ben, who still stood straight before his desk. Antonio’s cold gaze sharpened as though penetrating his subordinate’s mind. "Follow Cassandra," he ordered, his voice low and smooth, yet leaving no room for error. "I want to know her every move. If she tries to step where she shouldn’t…" Ben nodded, understanding the unspoken implications. Antonio wasn’t one to over-explain—his messages were always clear. "I’ll assign our best team," Ben replied curtly.
Antonio looked at him intently, as though searching for any signs of hesitation. But Ben was the kind who left no gaps. He knew precisely how this game was played—silent and obedient, carrying out orders to perfection.
"Make sure they stay unseen. Cassandra isn’t a fool," Antonio continued, his tone half-warning. "She must already be suspicious after Cale’s death. I want to see how she responds."
Ben nodded again, his face expressionless. "We’ll report her every move," he replied calmly.
Antonio sat up straighter, gripping his ring as though savoring the scenario he was orchestrating. His dark eyes stared blankly out the large window, but his mind was fixed on one thing: Cassandra Baker.
Antonio knew she wasn’t just any cop. There was something about her—resolve, cleverness, and bravery that others lacked. That made Cassandra both intriguing and dangerous, especially if she dug too deep.
"Track everyone she meets," Antonio said slowly, letting his words hang in the air. "I want to know if my fiancée is going to make a move."
Ben nodded once more, then turned and left the room swiftly and quietly. Antonio watched the door close behind Ben, sinking back into his thoughts. The plan he’d crafted couldn’t fail. Cassandra’s every move would determine the direction of this game—and Antonio intended to stay one step ahead of her. Tonight’s meeting was more than just a dinner; it was a test.
Ben stood in the doorway, but before stepping out, he hesitated briefly. "Mr. Franches," he called softly, as if his next words required more courage. "Cassandra isn’t an ordinary person. She’s a well-regarded police officer. Sooner or later, she’ll smell something rotten around us."
Antonio raised an eyebrow, showing brief interest in Ben’s warning. But within seconds, he relaxed back into his chair, smirking. "Are you worried?" he asked lightly, his tone containing a hint of mockery.
Ben looked at Antonio expressionlessly, though deep down, the concern was real. "It’s not about worry," he answered professionally. "But the more time she spends digging, the greater the risk she’ll uncover things she shouldn’t. Marrying her will only increase that risk, won’t it?"
Antonio listened, his fingers once again spinning the ring on his finger. The soft sound of metal spinning on his skin became a calming rhythm—the rhythm of a man used to dealing with threats like Cassandra.
"Ben," he said, this time with a deeper tone, full of confidence, "you’re overthinking the small stuff. Cop or not, Cassandra is only human. Everyone has a weak point. And I know how to find hers."
Ben nodded slowly, though his worries hadn’t completely vanished. But he knew there was no use debating further with Antonio. The man was always one step ahead, and his plans were executed with deadly precision.
Antonio narrowed his eyes as though visualizing Cassandra as a chess piece on the board. He already knew when to strike and when to let that piece move freely. But one thing was certain—Antonio never let his opponents win.
"Trust me," Antonio continued, his tone full of conviction. "This will be interesting." His lips curved into a small smile, an expression full of deception and early victory. "I’ll be waiting to see what Cassandra does next."
Ben merely nodded, then turned and left the room quietly. The door closed with a soft click, leaving Antonio alone in the silence.
Antonio returned his gaze to the large window behind his desk, watching the city’s silhouette begin to sink into twilight. In his mind, Cassandra Morgan was merely a pawn he needed to control. But this pawn was different—it could become a threat, or perhaps an intriguing ally.
Whatever happened, Antonio was certain of one thing: tonight was the beginning of something big. And he was prepared to meet Cassandra’s every move—patiently and lethally.
Cassandra stepped into La Marque restaurant, wearing a knee-length red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her long, dark hair was left loose, softly wavy and falling just to her shoulders, adding an elegant touch to her appearance.Each step was accompanied by the soft sound of her heels clicking against the marble floor, creating a rhythm that seemed to affirm her presence. Under the dim light of crystal chandeliers, Cassandra looked stunning, like someone meant to be the center of attention. But the room was empty—no other guests, no bustle. She could only hear the soft rustling of satin curtains and the faint clinking of dishes from the distant kitchen.Cassandra paused briefly at the entrance of the restaurant. Her eyes scanned every corner, looking for any signs of activity beyond herself and the staff moving in the shadows. The large room with its neatly arranged round tables felt strange in its emptiness, as if it had been prepared for one special event.A small smile play
CHAPTER 18The wedding day had arrived. Antonio stood at the altar of the small church he had rented, wearing his characteristic arrogant smile. He donned a perfectly tailored black suit, as if his body was wrapped in sharp architecture full of control.The room was filled with guests, most of them his well-dressed business associates, faces that signified they were important people in Antonio's world. They all smiled, shook hands with one another, as if this was an exclusive party—not merely a celebration of love, but a declaration of power.Cassandra arrived alone, without a companion or family. She wore a white gown that flowed gracefully, sweeping the floor, with delicate lace on the sleeves and neckline that exuded quiet yet cold elegance. Sunlight streaming through the church's stained glass windows refracted on her dress, making her appear as if she were glowing. But no smile graced her face; only a guarded, cold gaze in her eyes, as if she were trying to keep her distance from
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. Be
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
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