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
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