Cassandra agreed to do what Apollo said but loving a man like Eros was going to be a difficult thing to do. She couldn't bring herself to love him or even pretend to love him, but whatever she has to do for their escape. What she didn't bargain for was his charms and the way he was easily claiming her, even though she refused to reconcile with the feeling that he was slowly crawling into her soul. When he grabbed her hand in his living room, she felt a grab on her heart, not what she had bargained for. He said he was not going to take what she was not prepared to give. What was she prepared to give? Not her body certainly nor her heart. But why does her heart spark whenever he touched her? She was surprised at his attitude towards her since morning. He was no longer that grumpy, arrogant, heartless man she knew, but seeing him opening doors for her and being all gentle seemed strangely creepy to her. Whatever he does will not make her forgive him. He killed her father. She kept
Eros watched the drunk woman in front of him. It was so obvious that she was drunk, yet she stubbornly refused to admit it. He sighed. Women will always be women. The clients left after discussing plans for their arrival in Miami. He didn't understand the essence of convincing people about true love to make them use a service, but since it was fetching a lot of money, he was all in, even though he wasn't a man of love. He watched Cassandra grab the bottle of wine again. She was hellbent on proving that she was level-headed and for some strange reason, he found her so cute and didn't know about the smile plastered on his face until she asked him about it.She scowled and belched and pointed at his face. "Why in god's name do you have that smile on your face?" Her voice was a little high and drew attention to them.Eros looked around and found some heads turning quickly away from them. Instead of getting irritated with her like he always did with women, he found it amusing and chuckled.
Somewhere on the way, Cassandra had stirred in her unconsciousness, and it had pacified Eros. He has never been this out of his mind seeing someone hurt before. When they got to the mansion, he got out of the car, took Cassandra out of the car with Leo's help, and carried her bridal style toward the house. He kept looking at the perfection that was her face as he approached the front door. The cut on her forehead didn't mar the beauty and it drew him in more. The pronounced lines of her eyebrows, her lush eyelashes, her straight, small nose, the beautiful contour of her cheekbones, and her slightly parted lips, she was all shades of beauty and mystery to him. Bully and Apollo came running out to get Cassandra from him, but he restricted them, shoving Cassandra away from their outstretched arms. "What happened to her?" the guy Apollo asked concerned. Eros ignored him, but something shifted in him, something was not sitting right with the concern in the guy's voi
When Cassandra opened her eyes, she had that two-to-three-second grace period before she remembered who she was, and her body announced its condition. She was having a blinding headache, followed by a wave of nausea and the quivering of her fingers. She didn't recognize the room she was in and tried to get up but the pain in her temples was so intense that she saw stars. She slowly eased out of the bed sideways, holding her head and almost fainted when she saw a man standing by the mirror, donning a suit jacket. She knew the man so well to recognize him even with his back towards her. Eros Castillo! What the hell was he doing here? No, the real question should be; where was she? She looked down at herself, her dress was still intact. As if on cue, he spun and met her eyes, making her heart spike by a hundred degrees, a cocky grin lit up his face. "Estas despierto, tesoro," (You are awake, treasure) he said. "Where am I and what am I d
Lucia dragged Carlos up the stairs as quickly as possible. He followed her sheepishly like a sheep being led to the slaughter. It's been a while since they did their little rumble. Since Dimitra woke up, Carlos has not been steady. When they got to the restroom, Carlos started to pull at her blouse but she slapped his hand off and folded her arms across her chest. With his face creased into a frown, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Is everything alright?" "No, everything is not alright. You said you will buy my freedom, but you haven't done anything about it since." Carlos had promised to buy her freedom. He had said he would pay Eros to own her, he didn't like that he had to come over to Eros' to have sex with her. He was beginning to like her and he wanted her to be his, but he just haven't found the time to speak to Eros about it. He sighed and held her shoulders with both hands, turning her to face him. The pout on her lips made her look cute. "I w
Cassandra was busy pondering over what Bully said about Eros investigating Apollo. She needed to meet Apollo and let him in on the latest. Was this not why he kept her here? To get as much information as she could. She was also trying her best to look unperturbed in Bully's presence. For all she knows, they might know something was going on between her and Apollo. She had long lost her appetite for the food in front of her, but she kept picking on it to erase every suspicion. Bully has been trying to pick up interesting topics, but the conversation dies down a few seconds after it has started because her mind was occupied with something else. Sudden footsteps ran down the stairs towards the kitchen. She was curious to know who wore heels in the mansion or was she not the only woman there? Her question was answered when Dimitra came rushing into the kitchen with her face red with anger, made for the cabinet, and grabbed a bottle of wine, totally ignoring them. They watche
Apollo was seated on a chair, his head dipped on the headrest, his eyes closed, and a woman between his thighs. His eyes flared open when he heard the noise from the door and the blood drained out of his face when he saw Cassandra standing there. The girl that was giving him a blow job turned and scowled at Cassandra, but Apollo pushed her off and stood. Cassandra felt like her legs were glued to the ground. She fought to look as neutral as possible just to hide that they had anything going on. "I'm... I'm sorry... I came to... I will just come back later." She spun to leave but Apollo caught up with her and grabbed her arm. "Cassandra, wait." Cassandra looked at the girl who was staring at them in confusion and disgust, her arms folded across her chest. Apollo turned to the girl. "Leave now." "What?" "Leave!" Apollo yelled. "Are you fucking the same woman with Eros?" the girl scoffed. "This is not what it looks like. I...I came he
When Eros entered his room, Cassandra wasn't there, and it gave him some time to think. He slumped down on the bed, ran his hands over his face, and looked around the room."What am I doing? What is going on with me?" he asked himself. He has been asking himself those questions since morning and had not been able to answer them. Cassandra was occupying his mind in an unhealthy way. It was no longer about sex; he was attracted to her in ways he couldn't even explain, and it was frustrating him because he can't keep on living like that. He tugged at his tie, dragged it away from his neck, and started to pull his shoes. During the interview, all he had thought about was Cassandra and the events of last night. He found himself smiling most of the time at the memories, making the reporter give him confused stares.He stood up, grabbed his cell phone from the nightstand, and dialed Javier. He had to put a stop to his before it gets out of hand. This was not him; this was not what his fathe
Hurray! Book one has finally ended and I am so excited. However, I am sorry to break your heart about the suspense. I know I left you hanging, but you can still find out what happened in BOOK TWO titled HEART OF THE HEARTLESS. It will come soon, and I will announce the date soon.For now, I need to focus and write my final exams and I promise you it's going to get better in book two. However, I did not end BOOK ONE because of the exams or school. This is how I wanted to end it to make up for a better BOOK TWO.I want to thank God Almighty, who kept me alive and safe despite all the crises in Nigeria. I travel and come back in peace, and nothing happens to me. He kept me alive and strong through the year and even led me through surgery and other things. He is the reason I could still type out this story.I also want to use this opportunity to thank each one of you that followed me through this journey. The journey of Eros and Cassandra has not ended yet, but the first part of it ha
ABOUT TO WED The day of the wedding finally arrived, and Eros could not contain himself. He was nervous and excited at the same time. He had been asked not to see his bride before the wedding, something about a bad omen, but he itched to see Cassandra before they walked down the aisle. He was in the room with Javier and Pedro as his best men and had assigned security in every corner of the hotel. He wanted to make sure nothing would go wrong. It was a small private wedding, just as Cassandra had requested and he bought the idea because he did not want to risk anything happening.He paced around his room like a cock in heat while Javier and Pedro watched him."Why are you pacing about?" Javier inquired.Eros stopped and sat down on the bed; his legs quivered on reflexes. "Can't I just hear her voice for only a few minutes? The wedding starts in an hour; we still have time.""You can call her if you want to hear her vo
It had been a week since Eros' proposal, and he was so elated. He never failed to tell anyone who cared to listen that he was engaged and never failed to present Cassandra to them, even though Cassandra warned him against it, he was just so happy and in love to listen. His proposal stirred mixed reactions in the mafia world, especially among the girls. They did not believe Eros could settle down with a woman, especially not a woman like Cassandra.Eros and Cassandra fixed their wedding date and were preparing for it together. Cassandra's father had been discharged from the hospital and Cassandra knew he was not a huge fan of Eros, but she needed his blessings, so Eros had decided to visit him and tell him about their plans, although they doubted, he had not heard yet. The news of their engagement spread like a wide fire."Are you nervous?" Cassandra asked him while making his tie. He wore a dark, tailored tuxedo that looked nice on him."Shouldn't I be?" he replied.Cassandra smiled
"Yes," Cassandra said. "But why do you keep proposing without a ring?"Eros' head snapped up from her neck, his face clouded with surprise. "Did you just say yes?"Cassandra nodded before answering. "Yes. I will marry you, but you must propose properly with—""Of course, of course," Eros interjected and surprised Cassandra when he ran out of the bath naked and returned with a shirt, fumbling inside the pocket. He looked hilarious with desperation. He finally fished out a little blue box, tossed his shirt away, and almost slipped when he was rushing to Cassandra. She burst into laughter, and he joined her."Please, do not fall and injure yourself," she cautioned. Eros went over to her and kissed her lips gently."I won't, tesoro." He lowered to his knees, looking up at her. He could not believe he was finally about to spend the rest of his life with her. He opened the box and the diamond glimmered in the light. "Cassandra Marie Lopez..." He chuckled, and so did Cassandra. "I am not
Eros removed the cloth covering the woman's face and stared at her. She glared back at him, not even looking scared. He had never seen this woman before. Why does she attack women he had something to do with? His eyes scanned her body. He had asked his men to strip her to her underwear, and they did. She didn't have any tattoos, no marks, no scars. Was she working for someone? They didn't torture her because Cassandra wouldn't like it. She had begged him to hand the woman over to the police once he caught her. He would hand her over, but not without trying to pry out information from her. She nearly killed his woman."Who are you?" he asked in a gruff voice."Fuck you," the woman retorted.His hands folded into fists, and his jaw clenched. He would have tortured her in the worst possible ways if it were his old self. This woman had the gut to curse at him. He stretched his hand and Javier handed him the gun. He moved closer and bent so that his face was on the same level as the woman'
It's been a week since they attacked Cassandra. Her injuries were healing pretty fast, and she left the hospital once she regained consciousness. Eros has been nothing but a sweetheart. At first, he wouldn't even let her feet touch the ground, and she had everything she wanted right there in bed. He would hold her and lead her to the bathroom, get her dressed, sing hilarious lullabies for her to fall asleep, and wake up early to make the cooks prepare breakfast and bring them to bed. All that caring made Cassandra heal even faster. Eros had also taken tighter security measures and Cassandra had remembered Apollo mentioning hidden cameras in the house. Eros had called a bug team that swept the entire house, taking away all the devices. They increased security around the mansion by ten and he was extra careful, letting nothing pass him. They were still tracking the woman and Eros told Cassandra that he would get the woman that next day.Since Cassandra was strong enough, she felt s
"Fuck!" Eros cussed for the hundredth time, biting back tears as he paced up and down the hallway. His whole shirt was drenched in Cassandra's blood, but he cared less. Javier, Pedro, and Vikky stood behind him silently. "How did I let this happen? I swear, I will kill that bastard!" "Eros, you have to calm down," Javier said. Eros turned sharply to look at him. "Calm down, you say? Cassie is in there fighting for her life, and you say I should calm down?" "What do you plan to do? Breathe life into her or something? Cassie needs you now. She would not want you to be like this. We must be calm and think about the next step." Eros' eyes were red and glassy. "It's all my fault," his voice broke with emotions. "I should have protected her." Javier walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Eros, listen to me. This is not the time to apportion blame or linger on emotions. This is the time to think and act fast." Eros knew he was right. He needed to pull himself together a
It was over a week since Eros and Cassandra got back together. Things moved smoothly, and they were happy. Eros was a sweet man, and as days passed, Cassandra realized the young man was loved-starved. He just needed someone to love him, and she showed him as much love and care as she could. His childhood story wasn't completed yet, but she knew most parts of why he was the way he was and was determined to help him overcome that trauma. Eros managed to convince her to go to the private college he found. It was a few minutes drive from the mansion. She was thrilled by it; her dreams were finally coming true.Her father was still in the hospital. He was recovering well, but the doctor recommended bedrest, and Eros decided he stayed in the hospital and had all his needs taken care of. She knew her father was not optimistic about Eros, and she understood him. Still, she was so in love with the mafia man and was ready to prove to her father that Eros was a good man and, beyond his gruff
Once Eros dropped Cassandra in the mansion, he jumped back into the car and headed for Marco. Even with all the tactics Cassandra devised to stop him from going, he didn’t yield this time. The bastard had beaten more than he could chew, and he was ready to end Marco’s bullshit.He turned off the engine once he was at the site and got out, taking in his surroundings. Marco was a sly bastard; he needed to ensure the whole place was secure. Not that they weren’t careful enough, there were men in the control room, watching every cranny around the warehouse, even the surroundings. If any danger were lurking, they would find out. He stalked into the warehouse where Javier and the others waited, blowing smoke from his fat cigar.Marco was strapped to a chair in the centre of the room. His face was bruised, and his head hung, he was so motionless that Eros thought he was already dead. There was a deep cut on his temple where a lone blood trekked down to his cheek, his lips were swollen, a