-Flashback-Cassandra hugged herself in the middle of the night. She sat in the corner of Samuel's penthouse. Tears streamed down her cheeks, while Samuel's voice continued to echo in her ears.“You have nowhere else to go but me,” the man had said a few hours earlier, after he managed to destroy Cassandra's only contact with her family. “Your family doesn't care about you. Your parents left you forever. Meanwhile, Maxian is busy with his company and his wife. Then the rest of your family chose to be busy with their affairs and left you in solitude.”Cassandra looked up when Samuel cupped her face. She didn't blink as the man's fingers wiped away her tears. “But my uncle still cares about me. He worries about me.”“Shhh…” Samuel shook his head softly with a sharp look in his eyes. His touch turned rough, his sharp nails pressing against Cassandra's soft cheek. “I know all your family, dear. That uncle of yours doesn't really care about you. He only cares about the shares in your compa
Cassandra pulled her woolen coat tightly around her body, her eyes staring out the fog-covered car window. The road leading to Maxian's house felt long, like it was leading her into an invisible trap. The rain began to fall, soaking the glass until it reflected the image of her face, which looked more tired than usual. Maxian's house was in sight, grand yet cold, just like its owner. Cassandra took a deep breath before opening the car door. However, before her feet stepped into the courtyard, a heavy voice she recognized all too well stopped her.“Good afternoon, Cassandra.” The voice made her nape crawl.Samuel stood under an old oak tree in the corner of the courtyard, hands stuffed into the pockets of his black suit. His smile was wide, but there was no warmth there. “What are you doing here?” Cassandra tried to keep her tone calm, though her heartbeat was beginning to race against the clock.“Making sure you're okay. Family is always important, right? Especially with such a big
Cassandra stood on the balcony of Caspian's penthouse, the night breeze rustling her simple black dress. The view of New York shimmered below, a city that never slept, as restless as her mind. But far above it all, there was a strange calmness that she could hardly find anywhere else.Footsteps sounded from behind. Cassandra turned her head, seeing Caspian coming with two glasses of wine in hand. The man looked casual tonight, his white shirt folded up to his elbows, his black hair slightly disheveled by the wind. But despite his simple appearance, his aura remained the same—a power that was hard to hide, a gaze that always made one feel he knew more than he revealed.“Not a terrible view, is it?” he said, handing Cassandra a glass of wine.“Not bad,” Cassandra replied, taking the glass. “But I'm not sure if it's better to see the city from here. I feel so small underneath it.”Caspian laughed softly, a low sound that was almost a whisper. “You were never small, Cassandra. Even when
As dawn began to break, the sunlight sneaking through the curtains awakened Cassandra. She found Caspian sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a shirt that was not fully buttoned. His back was to Cassandra, but she knew he wasn't just enjoying the morning view.“You're up early,” Cassandra said in a husky voice.Caspian turned his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Habit.” Cassandra leaned closer, touching his shoulder gently. But before she could ask further, Caspian said, “I know about your plans, Cassandra.”Cassandra's world seemed to stop. She withdrew her hand slowly, her eyes rounding in alarm. “What plans?” she asked, though she knew the answer was obvious.Caspian turned his head fully, looking at her with sharp yet tender eyes. “You want to trap Samuel, don't you? Destroy him once and for all.”Cassandra fell silent, her hands shaking. “How did you know?”Caspian stood up, staring out the window for a moment before looking back at her. “Samuel is a dangerous man, C
The night sky in the city glitters, but nothing is more luxurious than the ballroom where the business gala takes place. Crystal chandeliers reflecting a soft glow hang low, intimidating and alluring all at once.Classical music plays, providing a backdrop for the chatter of socialites and businessmen busy showing off their power and wealth. However, amidst the elegance beneath the surface glitter, a game was afoot.Caspian stood tall in the crowd, his black suit impeccable, like the armor of a modern knight. However, it was not his appearance that stole the show; it was the intense aura that emanated from him. His gaze flashed like a sword ready to slash.In the corner of the room, Melvin, in his matching security uniform, was scanning every corner with the precision of a hunter. He wore a small earphone in his right ear, connected to a hidden microphone attached to his collar button.“The target is already inside. Samuel brought three bodyguards.” Melvin's voice sounded low, yet fir
The afternoon sun filtered through the gap in the curtains, coloring the room with a warm, soothing glow. But the atmosphere in the room was far from calm. Cassandra lay sprawled on the bed. Sweat drenched her body, and her chest heaved with panting breaths. Her throat felt dry and sore, probably from the screams she had unconsciously let out earlier.Meanwhile, Caspian looked different. Strapping, relaxed, without the slightest sign of fatigue. He stepped out of the room without saying anything. A few minutes later, the door opened again. With a glass of water in hand, he approached, a faint smile gracing his face.“Drink up,” he said softly, handing the glass to Cassandra.Cassandra sighed weakly, lifting her body with difficulty. After a few sips, she looked up, fixing Caspian with a sharp, emotion-laden gaze.“What's so funny?” she asked coldly, her eyes narrowing. Caspian's smile widened, showing off his annoying dimples. “I just remembered the first time we did it a month ago.
Cassandra sat silently on the sofa. Her cell phone lying on her lap vibrated constantly. Maxian's name flashed on the screen for the umpteenth time. The calls were a symbol of worry that turned into urgency. Dozens of incoming messages filled the screen, demanding answers.But Cassandra couldn't answer. There was a thick wall inside her that prevented her from facing her brother's voice.Sitting nearby, Caspian looked on attentively. He didn't say a word, but his gaze was enough to make Cassandra feel read. When the phone vibrated again, Caspian finally spoke up.“If you would rather not talk to him, I can represent you.” His voice was soft yet firm, a tone that carried a sense of security. “Maxian won't stop until he knows you're okay. If I do the talking, he knows you're safe.”Cassandra turned her head slowly, then shook her head. “No, no, no. He'll be more upset if you pick up.” Her eyes avoided Caspian's gaze. “Trust me, this won't make the situation any better.”Caspian took a d
The New York afternoon sky faded into orange. An autumn breeze slipped through the gap in Maxian's balcony, sweeping the dry leaves that littered the floor. Maxian stood leaning against the railing, trying to form words for the man standing a few steps behind him.“Drinks?” Maxian offered as he raised the whiskey glass in his hand.Caspian shook his head, shoving both hands into his black coat pockets. “I'd rather focus on our conversation.”Maxian snorted, taking a sip of his drink before setting the glass on the railing. He turned around, giving Caspian a sharp look. “I just found out that Cassandra is already close to you. Are you serious about marrying my sister?”Caspian didn't answer right away. He walked closer to Maxian, his gaze much colder than the surrounding air. “I thought we would discuss Samuel first before talking about marriage.”Maxian frowned, his forehead furrowed. “Samuel?”“A man like you must know Samuel's behavior,” Caspian replied, his tone almost sounding lik
Caspian and Cassandra had just changed clothes. Cassandra had swapped her white gown for a simple dress, while Caspian wore a casual shirt with rolled-up sleeves. They were chatting casually when Caspian’s secretary, Cedric, entered the room carrying a medium-sized box.“What’s this, Cedric?” Caspian asked, raising an eyebrow at the box.Cedric approached, holding out the box with both hands. “Mr. Damian asked me to deliver this to you, Mr. Caspian.”Caspian tilted his head, his expression puzzled. “Damian sent me something? What is it?”“I’m not sure. Mr. Damian mentioned you’d definitely like what’s inside,” Cedric replied matter-of-factly. Before leaving, he added, “Oh, I saw Mr. Alaric in the parking lot. He looked upset.”Caspian scoffed lightly, his voice laced with derision. “Leave the wild child alone. He still can’t accept that I’m marrying Cassandra.”He placed the box on the table and began opening it. Cassandra, standing beside him, leaned in curiously.As the lid came off
The atmosphere inside the airplane cabin was comfortable. The soft glow of the cabin lights reflected off the windows, while the gentle hum of the engines filled the air. Selene sat in a business-class seat next to a young man named Garry, an old friend of hers.A luxurious getaway to LUX South Ari Atoll in the Maldives had been her dream for a long time. Selene no longer cared about Alaric. She had turned off her phone the moment she arrived at the airport, severing any connection that tied her to her fiancé.“To hell with Alaric,” Selene thought as she sipped the orange juice offered by the flight attendant.For her, maintaining her social status was far more important right now. All her friends were going to the Maldives, and she would rather not be the only one left behind.Garry turned to her, setting aside the travel magazine he had been reading. “You didn’t bring your fiancé?” he asked, his tone casual but clearly curious.Selene shrugged indifferently. “I invited him, but he r
Alaric sat hunched over, his hands massaging his throbbing temples. The spaciousness of his office felt suffocating.His vacant gaze rested on the large window overlooking the bustling city below. But the view did nothing to soothe his troubled heart. The mountain of work and last night’s argument with Selene loomed over his thoughts, refusing to let go.He sighed softly, his breath swallowed by the monotonous hum of the air conditioning. Deep down, he longed to escape. To go somewhere far away, anywhere he could breathe fresh air and leave his problems behind. But that desire remained a fleeting fantasy.Life had been easier before. Alaric used to come to work whenever he pleased. Being late didn’t matter. There was always someone else to handle his responsibilities. The credit card Caspian had given him was his golden ticket to a luxurious lifestyle—dining at the finest restaurants, traveling wherever he desired.But those days were gone.Now, Caspian no longer treated him like a sp
Caspian, with his mind entangled with haunting memories of the past, drove his car at a moderate speed towards home.When he arrived home, he went straight to his bedroom. Opening the extensive wardrobe, he sifted through the neatly organized contents. His eyes landed on a black box tucked away in the back.Carefully, Caspian pulled out the box. As he opened it, an exasperated sigh escaped his lips. Inside the large blue velvet box were various belongings of his late wife—old shoes, purses, and small items that held countless memories.Anger flared within him. He should have discarded those items long ago, when he first tried to let go of the past. Yet, without realizing it, one box had remained hidden in the wardrobe.He questioned himself—was this an oversight on his part, or had someone deliberately kept it there?Irritated, Caspian pulled out his phone and called the elderly woman responsible for cleaning his house.“Yes, Mr. Caspian?” The woman’s voice was gentle and respectful,
Caspian stepped into his quiet home, the stillness of the late night wrapping around him. The clock in the living room read 2 a.m., and he had just finished dealing with a mountain of work.As he closed the door, he noticed someone sitting on the family room sofa. Alaric was waiting patiently, his attention focused on the phone in his hands. The moment he heard Caspian’s footsteps, he looked up.“Why are you still awake?” Caspian asked as he removed his jacket.Alaric set his phone down on the table, his expression serious. “I was waiting for you to get home. There’s something I need to talk to you about.”Curious, Caspian walked over to the sofa across from him, tossing his jacket casually over the backrest. He loosened the tie that had been strangling him all evening.“What is it you want to talk about?” he asked, his tone relaxed even as his sharp eyes studied his son.Alaric took a deep breath before answering. “I am eager to join your company. I think working there will give me t
Caspian woke up gasping for air. Sweat drenched his sleep shirt, mingling with the warm morning air. He rubbed his face roughly, trying to shake off the lingering unease. The dream had felt so vivid, so intimate, it left his chest tight with an indescribable heaviness.In his dream, Cassandra had approached him with that sweet smile that never failed to weaken his defenses. She called his name in a soft, teasing voice before leading him to the bed. The details were blurry, but the sensations lingered, leaving his body burning despite the new day’s arrival.“This is insane,” he muttered, cursing himself. “How could I dream something like that? About Cassandra…”Caspian raked his fingers through his hair in frustration, as if trying to banish the dream from his mind. It had been two years since he first realized these strange feelings, yet instead of fading, they had only grown stronger. Cassandra didn’t just occupy his thoughts during the day; she invaded his subconscious every night.
On his first day in Italy, Caspian just wanted to sleep. His body felt heavy after the exhausting long journey. He thought that perhaps, after enough rest, he could enjoy his vacation.But the second day didn’t go as planned. Hoping to shake off the boredom, Caspian started dating a few local women.They were beautiful, friendly, and seemed genuinely interested in him. Yet, everything felt empty. Their smiles, the lighthearted conversations at the seaside restaurant on Spiaggia dei Conigli, even the nights that ended in his hotel room—all of it was nothing more than a meaningless routine.“This is just a waste of time,” he muttered softly on his balcony, gazing at the rolling waves in the distance.Four days passed, and Caspian had had enough. Spiaggia dei Conigli hadn’t given him the joy he’d hoped for. In a sudden decision, he booked a ticket home.Working remotely had seemed enjoyable at first. But it had only deepened the void that had haunted him for so long.***At three in the
Caspian let out a long sigh, both hands tightly gripping the steering wheel of the car. He had just left Cassandra's house, but his mind was far from calm. Throughout the journey, Maxian's voice kept echoing in his mind.“If you're not careful, you'll lose everything. Not just Cassandra.”Alaric's relationship with Selene was a huge dilemma. Caspian knew that Selene was not a good woman for Alaric. But he had no right to intervene.Caspian sighed softly. If he separated Alaric from Selene, he was afraid that the crack would bring Cassandra back into Alaric's arms. And that was a risk Caspian couldn't afford to take.Every decision he made always came down to one reason. Cassandra was at the center of everything.Memories came rushing back like an uninvited cold wind. That day, at Alaric University, it all began.Caspian chuckled in annoyance as he glanced at his watch. Two hours had passed since he arrived at the business faculty, waiting for a meeting with the dean. Normally, he wou
“Caspian, I need you to take me home,” Cassandra's voice sounded sharp, breaking the silence in the living room. She stood by the window, her arms folded across her chest, and her face staring out, as if reluctant to meet Caspian's eyes.Caspian, who was holding the car keys, stopped his movement. He wrinkled his forehead, his eyes full of questions. “You really want to go home, not because you're still angry and misunderstanding me, right?”Cassandra sighed loudly, closing her eyes for a moment. “No, I'm not. I'm not angry. I just want to go home. Maxian might come here if I don't go home now.” Caspian folded his arms, standing tall before her. “Is that your reason? Or do you just want to run away?”Cassandra turned her head, her jaw hardening. “Run away from what, from whom? You're too confident.”“I pointed out that I never loved her. I even burned all her belongings to make you believe me,” Caspian retorted matter-of-factly. He came closer, his eyes piercing, trying to penetrate