“How was your date?” Uncle Niko suddenly asked making Cassandra jolt slightly from surprise. As soon as she realized that her uncle was behind her, she wiped her hands against the apron she was wearing and turned towards him.
There was a mischievous grin hanging on his face, it irritated her, so she clenched her jaws to reply.
“It was good.” She lied, suddenly at a loss for words, it was nowhere near good, but starting up fires right now will only make Blake more pissed, and it was not like she expected her uncle to care about it if things were sour.
The wedding will go as planned no matter what she feels, that much has been established.
“Dinner will be ready in a second,” she said hoping he would leave, Niko nodded his head, as he walked towards the door, stopping for a second. “Join us at the dining today.”
He left.
Cassandra simply stood there wondering if that was a good idea, she had never joined the family for any meal, she always ate her meals in the kitchen, just like her aunt had instructed her.
“You are not part of the family, and don’t ever try to act like one.” Mercedes had declared, her voice loud and clear. “You are no less than a servant, and servants eat their meals in confinement.”
Cassandra shook her head, as she arranged the plates on a tray, since her uncle had invited her himself, she was sure he had something important to say, and her aunt wouldn’t be so mad.
She arranged the table, and Lena climbed down the stairs.
“Something smells good.” She murmured as she pulled a chair for herself beside her brother, “Cassandra, what is for dinner?”
“Um… Creamy chicken pasta.” Cassandra answered softly, as she went back into the kitchen to bring the meal, she was arranging the table, while the family gathered in the dining.
“Cassandra will be joining us tonight for dinner,” Uncle Niko suddenly announced, making all of them, except Lance gasp lightly.
“Why?” Lena was the first to ask, she seemed irritated even by the idea.
“I have an important announcement to make.” He answered and Cassandra dished the last meal before sitting at the last table in the dining.
“What’s so important that you have to bring dirt to the table?” Mercedes asked her husband as she occasionally glared at the girl. Cassandra pretended as though she didn’t notice, the deathly glare, her aunt and Lena threw in her direction.
Lance on the other hand was so quiet.
“Cassandra is getting married.” He announced and there was an uneven gasp in the room.
“Married?” Lena blurted and then she let out a mocking laugh, her mother on the other hand was too stunned to speak. “Seriously? Wow, so who is the unlucky person?”
“I am curious about who is willing to marry such a dull girl as well.” Mercedes answered.
“You remember that deal I was telling you about?” Niko queried, and they both nodded. “That senile old man who found errors with everything I did, I figured he had a grandson he desperately wanted to marry off. I had to set them up, and now he has agreed to invest in the company.”
Cassandra felt her heart clench, he had just called the older McKnight, a senile old man… truly, and Uncle Niko wasn’t a human being. What did she expect from a man like him? Someone who could make a maid out of his brother’s child?
“You got her engaged to a man like that?” Aunt Mercedes sounded offended. “A rich man? You should have introduced a responsible person like that to Lena instead.”
“He is rich indeed, but he isn’t responsible,” Niko explained. “I did my research before I made my decision, his grandfather isn’t just trying to get him engaged for no reason. Rumors have it that he has a mental illness.”
Cadenza’s grip on her spoon tightened, as the food stopped halfway through her lips, her head snapped towards her uncle in disbelief, and Lena winked playfully at her.
How could he do something like that? Getting her engaged to someone who had a mental illness but that also explains Blake’s abruptness. Cassandra felt sorry for him, she wondered how hard life must be for him with such overwhelming sickness.
“Lena is the only daughter I have, I would love for her to be happy, and on the other hand, Cassandra will be satisfied with living with her husband.” He continued. “We will be inviting them for dinner tomorrow, Mr. McKnight wants the wedding to happen as soon as possible, so I implore you all to be on your best behavior.”
“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I don’t support this wedding.” Lance suddenly declared surprising everyone.
“What are you doing?” Uncle Niko asked in surprise.
“It’s disgusting that you are willing to sell out Cassandra for money, yet you’re here clamoring about how you would like Lena to be happy.”
“That’s your father you are talking to.” Mercedes snapped but Lance was far from done.
“Cassandra is your niece, and not some stranger, when are you going to see that?” He rasped, shocking everyone except for Cassandra who knew the reason for his outburst. “She deserves just as much concern as Lena. She is your brother’s daughter, and you shouldn’t mindlessly give her off to a madman just because of some benefits.”
“What?” Niko muttered,
In anger, Lance pulled back his chair and got out of his seat, shooting a glare in the direction of Cassandra before storming off.
Lance was so angry that he didn’t even sleep in the house, but Cassandra was grateful his father wasn’t paying much attention to him.“That witch,” Mercedes snarled. “I am sure she seduced him, that’s why.”“I told you, Daddy,” Lena added. “They had been too close, and little he would be influenced by her.”Cassandra could hear their voices from the kitchen as she did the dishes, a small smile hung from her lips, she was secretly grateful for the small chaos in the house.“Rest assured now, child.” Niko’s voice was a little faint. “She will be married soon, and Lance will adjust to that.”“He isn’t picking up the phone,” Mercedes complained her voice a little shaky. “What if he does something stupid?”“Well, I hope he does,” Cassandra said in a while whisper as she ran the faucet again.Lance didn’t come home through the night, his mother had been worried, but he didn’t come home neither did he answer any of their calls, even in the morning, he didn’t come home.“That boy…” Mercedes m
Uncle Niko finally managed to get through to Lance. However, Lance had made it clear that he would not come home if they were serious about arranging Cassandra’s marriage. The conversation between them was heated, Niko putting Lance in his place. Despite the tension, Cassandra felt a sense of relief and gratitude that Uncle Niko was not going to cancel the wedding because of Lance.For the first time in years, she was finally going to leave the family.“Are you done?” Uncle Niko asked as Cassandra finished arranging the table. She turned toward him, wiping small beads of sweat from her forehead.“Yes,” she replied quickly.“You should get dressed and ready. I’m sure your aunt can handle the rest,” he said.Cassandra wrinkled her nose in annoyance. She had already done all the work; there wasn’t anything left for her aunt to handle.“The McKnights will be here in fifteen minutes,” Uncle Niko continued, stroking his chin thoughtfully as he studied her. “I figured you might not have a
“What were you expecting?” Blake asked, bending slightly to remove his shoes. Lena felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment.“Blake, you shouldn’t tease your sister-in-law,” Mr. McKnight said with a nervous smile, his eyes watching Blake cautiously. He suspected Blake might be planning something. His unusually obedient demeanor was out of character, and it made Mr. McKnight uneasy. Blake rarely passed up an opportunity to stir up trouble.“I’m not teasing,” Blake replied smoothly. “I was just asking if I met her expectations.” Turning back to Lena, he added, “Do you think there’s anything I’m lacking?”A nervous smile spread across Lena’s face as she tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ears.“I don’t think you’re lacking anything,” she replied, her voice a bit unsteady.Blake smiled faintly before walking over to Cassandra. She stood silently, watching them; she wondered if Blake found her attractive at all. He had barely spared her a glance during their conversation, but he
“You should smile, I don’t want the world to think that I’m forcing you to do this.” Uncle Nico said as he pressed Cassandra’s shoulder, smiling at their reflection in the mirror. Cassandra looked at herself in the mirror she was all makeup, she wore expensive jewelry, an expensive wedding gown, expensive shoes, and gloves. Everything was so expensive and this was the first time they were getting her something of value. She was only allowed to wear the second-hand clothes of her cousin Lena, it was different today because she was getting married.A tear escaped her eyes and then slid down her cheeks, Niko frowned when he noticed it.“Don't tell me you are crying, a bride is not supposed to cry on her wedding day, do you know how many girls dream of such a fabulous wedding? And you should think about my efforts to get you here, are you going to waste them all now?”He snapped and she shook her head. “No…” she muttered wiping her face almost immediately and carefully so that she di
Blake rolled his eyes, Cassandra had acted beyond his expectations, he thought she was some timid woman, who would act like he had ordered, but it seemed like she had something up her sleeves, and she wasn’t as shy as he presumed.He glared at her, but her face remained hidden from him.Well, he would hate to admit it, but he was wrong to have called her plain-looking.She was nowhere near plain…The reason she had once appeared to have been looking plain was probably because her dress didn’t suit her style, but seeing her dressed up in a wedding gown made his heart raced slightly.Blake hissed at the warmth that nestled in his chest, he disliked it.He couldn’t let himself be influenced by his emotions again, he had barely gotten a hold of himself after everything Natasha had done to him. Even though they were different, she was just as capable of hurting him as Natasha did.He would take no chances.“Congratulations, Boss,” some of the workers at his company said as they approached
Cassandra was grateful for Blake’s sudden intrusion, she felt a sigh of relief escape her as soon as the cool air of the evening brushed her face.Blake still held on her hands tightly and they walked towards his parked car. A small smile tugged at her lips when she recalled the look on Lance’s face as Blake walked her off.She hadn’t seen him so frustrated before and she was glad, seems like Blake wouldn’t have a problem standing up for her when it’s necessary.But then she had greater worries…She didn’t know what Blake would expect from her… especially tonight, and every other night, she didn’t even know what to do or how to behave.She had impulsively agreed to the terms of a wedding without any knowledge on how to be a wife to a man, especially one that she didn’t know.“Get in,” he ordered as the chauffeur opened the door, she held her dress as he helped her into the car. The thud of the car door, made her realize that there was no turning back.She was married.
"I still think that boy is too good for that brat," Mercedes muttered, folding her arms. Her husband rolled his eyes in exasperation. "He's far too handsome to have a mental illness. Did you see how stylish and elegant he looked throughout the wedding?""I agree with Mother," Lena chimed in, nodding eagerly. "I feel like if given time, there could be a spark between us. I just know it.""You're too young to talk about sparks and love," Niko snapped, glaring at his daughter. Lena frowned in defiance."So is Cassandra," she muttered under her breath. "I'm just three months younger than her. We're practically the same age.""I told you, Cassandra is different," Niko shot back, his irritation mounting as he kept his eyes on the road. He had indulged in more than three glasses of wine earlier, and now his vision was hazy. "You shouldn’t compare yourself to Cassandra. She doesn’t have a future.""Honey, you have to admit you made a mistake," Mercedes interjected, her tone firm. "You need to
The car slowed as it approached the grand gates of Blake's mansion. With a smooth motion, the gates parted, and they drove inside. Cassandra sat in silence, her thoughts spiraling as she tried to process what her husband had just told her.Ninety days. He was giving her ninety days to change his mind.But how? He hadn’t said what he expected from her, nor had he given her any clue about how to accomplish it.“Are you not getting out?” Blake’s voice broke through her reverie. Startled, Cassandra turned to find his hand extended toward her. Hesitantly, she placed her hand in his, letting him guide her out of the car.The cool night breeze brushed against her face as she stood, taking in the sight before her. She knew Blake was wealthy, but the mansion exceeded every expectation she had. It was enormous, the kind of house she had only ever seen in family-centered television dramas.“Are you coming in?” Blake asked, noticing her hesitation as she stood frozen, taking it all in.Snapping o
Blake was unable to sleep; the sleep that had been in his eyes had gone as soon as Cassandra agreed to sleep with him. And even on the same bed, she didn't make any noise as she plopped on the bed and turned to the other side. Avoiding or ignoring his eyes, but soon enough he heard soft snores coming from her, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.She was dressed in loose pajamas that hid away every part of her body, but it was obvious she didn’t wear any bras when she came in. Blake plopped on his side, supporting his body weight on one of his elbows, his weight pressing the bed in. He peered at her lovely face; her eyes were shut lightly, her long, dark eyelashes casting a shadow along her face, and her rose-pink lips were slightly open.She wore gloss, which made her lips look like fruits. Blake stiffened as he wondered what it would feel like to kiss her if her lips tasted as sweet as they looked.God, she was beautiful…Seeing her in such a serene state made Blake’s heart ra
Blake stared at the plushie on his bed, his long fingers stroking the soft fur. There has never been a woman, especially the ones he had dated, who had thoughtfully gave him something.They would claim he was rich and there was hardly anything he couldn’t get on his own…. That much was true. But…Seeing this plushie makes him regret all his bad decisions. He should have dated more sensibly. He picked it up snuggled closer to it. It was soft… so soft that if indeed he had a mental illness then it might be comforting.But she didn’t even know he wasn’t mentally ill… And he would have preferred holding a person rather than a doll. He heard a sharp ring from his phone, he reached for it and glanced at the caller ID it was an unknown contact. He was a bit skeptical.But he answered anyways. “…” there was a brief silence at the other end of the phone, and Blake shut his eyes tightly.Another prank call He should have trusted his guts and not answer the phone.“Blake…”
Cassandra hugged the pillow even tighter, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. This was different from when she was married… it felt different. She felt utterly disgusting and lacking, she thought getting married would make her rid of Lance. But she didn't even know how the hell he found her. She heard a knock on the door, she raised her head tiredly, she didn't have the zeal to answer it. Hoping Glenda would go away. The knock came back again even more louder.“I know you're not asleep.” She stiffened lightly when she heard Blake's voice from the other end of the door. “I'm coming in.” She quickly wiped her tears as soon as he announced his entry. The door opened and he came inside the room, there was a small frown hanging at the edge of his brows. “What happened?” he asked folding his arms before ambling towards her. “You were fine before you left the company. You were in a good mood, so tell me what made you like this?” Cassandra felt her heart swell painfully in her
Trigger Warning: Scene contains violence and assault which may be upsetting for readers. please proceed with caution “Lance please let me go.” Cassandra begged feeling her body trembled as they drove further. “I knew there was something up with you.” Lance muttered with a stiff expression on his face. “You're the one who's trying to avoid me. All those unnecessary excuses you're bringing up is just you.”Cassandra felt her lips quivered as she held on tighter to the seat. It was taking every bit of her self control to stop herself from breaking down in his car.Her vision was blurry from the tears that had lathered in her eyes. Lance seemed angry.So angry…“I don't know how to explain how hurt I am Cassandra.” He muttered as he approached the underground parking lot. “You claim to love me but is this the way you treat the people you love?” “N-No please. Lance you can't…” she choked. “You can't do that, I am married now.” “I don't care if you're married.” he yelled. “If you had l
“You did a very good job.” Blake said seemingly impressed, he hadn't expected that Cassandra would learn such difficult task so fast. He had scheduled a month to train her perfectly but it’s barely a week and she was doing beautiful.Even Stefan commented about how fast she was learning. “If you keep this up then I believe it wouldn't be long till you're perfect at this.” he counted his fingers. “Probably a week or so.” “Thank you for the compliment.” A small blush rose to her cheeks. This was the first time someone praised her efficiency.Back at home Aunt Mercedes was never satisfied with anything she did. No matter how good it was. The only thing she did was slur at her. “Well, that will be all the training you need for the day,” he said waving his fingers dismissively. “I'll ask my driver to drop you off at home.” Her brows tightened almost immediately, as she asked.“You're not coming home yet?” She wondered her voice sounded a little disappointed, she hadn't reali
“Oh yes!” A loud moan echoes across the walls of the room, followed by the sound of wet skin slapping against the other. “Harder. F*ck me harder.” “Baby! Yes, please go faster!” The red-haired woman yelled out again, as she arched her back, her nails digging into the skin of the man glistening with sweat. Their breath was mixing with building passion, her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she felt him reach lengths she didn't expect. “Damn, baby you’re driving me crazy.” Lance frowned as he slammed harder into her, he was trying to match the rhythm but he wasn’t feeling it. He had been trying to convince himself to distract himself from what he truly felt, but he was disgusted. Despite her shameless moans of pleasure, the very sexy body of the woman in his arms, and the sweet sensation that filled him from the connection between them. The only person he could picture underneath himself was Cassandra, and the fact that he was here screwing a random woman who wasn’t his cous
“Do you know how to use a computer?” Blake asked curiously, and Cassandra shook her head but the optimism never left her eyes. He led her into his office and then shut the door behind her.“No, but I don't mind learning.” She answered with a small smile. “You don't know how to use a computer.” He muttered again, nodding his head, and then he wondered what kind of life she had lived with her uncle and his family. Knowing how to use a computer is one of the basic skill any person could have. And they were so educated and sort of well off, their excuse can't be that they didn't have money to afford one for Cassandra. There was something off about them, and Cassandra is most definitely trying to cover them. Blake fell into deep thoughts as he wondered how to unravel their secret.“Your cousins, can they use a computer?” he decided to ask instead. “Yes,” she answered with a small smile. “Lena is a computer engineer in the making. She spends most of the time on her laptop.
“Good morning!” Cassandra yelled in a small panic as she hurried down the stairs. She was all dressed up even though she had woken up later than usual. Blake was already downstairs having his breakfast; he glanced up at her and set down the mug in his hands.“You woke up late.” He remarked as she joined the table. “I was worrying you might miss your first day at work.”“Huh, sorry,” she muttered as she quickly picked up her toast and began nibbling on it.“There is no need to rush,” he noticed her fast movement and stopped her. “You will have indigestion if you continue like that.”“Um. Okay,” she muttered with her mouth half-filled with food. A small smile reached Blake’s lips as he continued scrolling on his iPad. There was a deep sense of completion that talking to Cassandra gave him. He never expected his marriage to go so well, their late-night conversations flooding him again.He started coughing.“Are you okay?” Cassandra questioned, her eyes staring at him innocently. “Do you
Blake tilted the bottle slightly, taking thirsty gulps from the bottle."They said you were gay," she confessed; he nearly choked on the water he was drinking. Spraying the content from his nose and mouth.“Are you okay?” she queried, then hurried to find a napkin. While Blake was coughing seriously, hitting one hand on his chest. “I’m sorry.”“I am… cough… fine.” He takes the napkin from her and wipes his mouth and the table he is sitting at. “Where did you hear such crazy news?”She shrugged. Her eyes moved from side to side nervously; she had heard it from her uncle but didn’t want to put him in trouble.“The internet.” She answered; it wasn’t entirely a lie. She had surfed the internet to confirm her uncle’s accusations.“You see, Cassandra, there are many crazy people on the internet.” He started in a softer voice as he handed her the napkin when he finished cleaning with it. She hurried back to the counter to prepare some plates. “You shouldn’t believe everything you see.”“I kn