Alaric stared at his phone, which vibrated incessantly. The name flashing on the screen made his brow furrow—Selene, again. He didn’t need to answer to know what she would say.Another fake apology?More manipulative excuses?Enough. Selene had exhausted every chance she had.Alaric placed the phone face down on the table, switching it to silent mode before returning to the document in his hands. Images of Selene crying in front of the media flashed through his mind. Tears that once softened his heart now seemed nothing more than a poorly acted performance.“To hell with your tears, Selene,” he muttered quietly, glancing at his phone as it vibrated again.He exhaled deeply and rose from his chair. There was a file he needed to deliver to his father—something to distract him, at least for a while. Ignoring Selene’s calls, Alaric left his phone behind and headed to Caspian’s study.When he reached the room, the door was slightly ajar, and he could hear Caspian on the phone. Alaric pause
An overcast morning sky mirrored Alaric’s somber mood. In his quiet office, he sat in front of his laptop, attempting to focus on the mountain of documents piling up on his desk. But his mind felt burdened, as if an invisible force was pulling him away from his work.A notification sound broke the silence—a new email with no subject line from an unknown sender. At first, Alaric assumed it might be a last-minute work document.With a slight hesitation, he moved his mouse and clicked the email. The body of the message was empty, containing only a single attachment: a video file. Alaric froze for a moment, sensing something was wrong. Yet curiosity got the better of him.The file loaded in seconds.The first frame that appeared on the screen sent a surge of anger coursing through his veins. A video. Selene. And another man.Alaric couldn't look away. His fists clenched atop the desk, the veins in his neck taut with rage. The video was painfully explicit, every detail sharp and undeniable
Caspian stood tall, his gaze sharp and commanding. In front of him, Alaric knelt on the floor, trembling, abandoning any semblance of dignity for a request that was as impossible as it was desperate. Caspian would undoubtedly reject the request outright, even before Alaric spoke it.“Stop embarrassing yourself, Alaric,” Caspian said coldly, his voice slicing through the silence of the room. “Get up and go back to your room. Your request is absurd.”But Alaric didn’t budge, shaking his head forcefully like a child throwing a tantrum. His eyes were red, wet with tears—whether he was holding them back or letting them flow freely was unclear. This time, he wouldn’t give up. Not until his father gave him what he wanted—Cassandra, back by his side.“I love Cassandra.” Alaric’s voice trembled with desperation. “I know I’m too late. I know I’ve been a fool. But I’ve realized that I can’t live without Cassandra.”Caspian let out a faint scoff, almost incredulous at what he had just heard. Stil
Alaric sat silently behind the wheel, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. In front of him, Caspian's black car moved steadily along the crowded highway.He hadn’t lost track of it, keeping a safe distance—not close enough to be noticed, but near enough to ensure he wouldn’t lose sight of it.He wasn’t entirely sure what drove him to do this. Maybe it was curiosity. Possibly, it was the faint hope he still clung to in a dark corner of his heart—that all of this was just a lie. Caspian must be lying, he told himself over and over. His father was just trying to manipulate him, to force him to give up on Cassandra.But the longer he followed, the more the bitter truth, the one he had tried to ignore, began to seep into him.The thought of Cassandra being pregnant made his chest feel tight. When Caspian’s car finally turned into the parking lot of a hospital, Alaric felt his heart pounding in his chest, as if he had been running endlessly. Yet,
Caspian gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes occasionally flicking to the rearview mirror. His gaze was sharp, laced with caution. Behind him, Alaric’s car followed at a safe distance, like a shadow that refused to disappear. This was nothing new to Caspian—he had expected it. He knew Alaric would never back down easily, especially for Cassandra.Yet, instead of feeling annoyed, Caspian allowed a faint smirk to tug at his lips. There was a subtle satisfaction in knowing Alaric was watching. He might think he was the one keeping an eye on things, but in reality, Caspian was the one in control—playing a game where the harsh truth was his most powerful weapon.When they arrived home, Caspian parked the car smoothly and stepped out with practiced ease. He walked around to the passenger side, opening the door for Cassandra and taking her hand, ignoring the lingering shadow down the street, still frozen in place.Inside, the house was silent, unusually so. Cassandra paused in
Caspian looked up slightly, the corners of his lips curling into a triumphant smile as he noticed the figure outside the window. Alaric stood rigid as a statue, his gaze unable to look away from what he saw. Caspian knew full well the man was watching, and that was precisely what made his blood boil.Wasting no time, Caspian pulled Cassandra closer, leading her to sit on his lap. Cassandra's petite body felt right on top of him, the scent of her body assaulting his senses, taking over the atmosphere of the room.Gently, Caspian caressed Cassandra's cheek, as if teasing, before his fingers moved to caress the woman's full lips. “Open your mouth, darling. Daddy will reward you if you obey,” he murmured in a low voice, like embers burning through the air.Cassandra blinked for a moment, her face showing little surprise. She knew this was part of their game, but the words made her heart skip a beat. “Yes, Daddy…” she hissed, her breath hitching slightly before she opened her mouth slowl
Caspian glanced at the window once more, his eyes scanning the space behind the glass. He held his breath, making sure Alaric’s shadow was truly gone. Only when he was certainly did he turn his attention back to Cassandra, who lay beneath him, her face flushed and her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.With a deliberate slowness, Caspian tugged at the crop top of Cassandra’s cheerleader uniform. The fabric slid upward, revealing the smooth, reddened skin beneath. He knew Cassandra looked stunning in the uniform, but that wasn’t the main reason he hesitated to undress her completely. He couldn’t bring himself to expose her fully—not when Alaric might still be lurking nearby. Cassandra’s body was his alone, and no one else deserved to witness its beauty.Now, confident that no prying eyes remained, Caspian let go of his restraint. His hands moved quickly, stripping away Cassandra’s skirt and the black bra that cupped her full breasts. The fabric fell away, and the sight of her bare
Selene sat on the cold apartment floor, her entire body trembling violently. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. Tears streamed down her face, but it wasn’t just from the pain.This wasn’t just about the physical wounds—it was the humiliation, the utter destruction of her pride.With great effort, she took a deep breath, trying to push past the searing pain that gripped her body. Her hands trembled as they ghosted over her skin—each bruise, each mark a cruel reminder of Alaric’s brutality. She clutched at the torn fabric of her dress, which barely covered her, and with unsteady steps, she forced herself toward the bedroom.Standing in front of the mirror, she stared at her reflection. Swollen eyes, a split lip, her skin still red from Alaric’s slap. Tears dripped down her cheeks, but beneath the anguish, something darker took root—rage.Did Alaric really think he could walk away just like that?That he could hurt her, humiliate he
A light drizzle coated the streets, soaking the asphalt as cars rushed by, their headlights reflecting against the wet pavement in a dance of flickering light.Beneath the glow of an electronic billboard broadcasting her latest scandal, Selene stood motionless, her body weak, her eyes swollen from the storm she had endured.Her phone screen remained open in her trembling hands, displaying the medical diagnosis that had shattered her world.Her entire body shook, not just from the cold rain, but from the relentless downfall of her life.Alaric had already destroyed her dignity. Now, her own body was betraying her, as if it wanted to surrender before she could even fight back.Selene slowly lifted her gaze, staring up at the massive billboard replaying footage of her disgrace.Her throat tightened as memories of that night in the Maldives flooded back. The night she was too drunk to think, the night she still believed she had control over Alaric’s life.And now, that night had returned
A glass flew through the air before shattering against the marble floor with an ear-splitting crash. Water spilled between the jagged shards, but Selene didn’t care.Her eyes were glued to the television screen, her face flushed with rage boiling inside her.There she was again—plastered all over the media. But not as the elegant, high-class socialite she once was.The news dominating every outlet was nothing short of a nightmare.“The marital turmoil of Alaric Verity and Selene reaches new heights! The public now brands them as the most scandalous couple after a string of controversies.”One by one, their past sins were dragged back into the light, old wounds ripped open for the world to see."Selene’s affair in the Maldives.""Alaric’s rape and attempted murder charges that landed him in prison.""Their sham of a marriage, built on lies and deceit.""And now, Alaric’s latest scandal—cheating with an escort."Selene clenched her jaw so hard it ached. How she wished she could burn the
The night sky hung dark and heavy as Alaric strolled into his house, his steps casual, his grip firm on the wrist of a woman he had just met at the bar. The woman looked pleased, as if she had successfully trapped her prey.“I thought you were lying when you said you were a CEO with a big house,” she teased, her sultry voice dripping with false admiration as her eyes swept over the luxurious interior. “Turns out, you really are an impressive man.”Alaric smirked arrogantly, his ego swelling at the cheap flattery.“Of course, I am.”The woman bit her lower lip seductively, pretending to hesitate. “But are you sure? A man like you must already have a wife.”Alaric chuckled dismissively, as if the question was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.“You don’t need to worry about my wife,” he said nonchalantly. “Our marriage is just on paper. The only thing you need to focus on is satisfying me. My personal life is none of your concern.”To Alaric, Selene was never a wife—just a key to
The air inside the room felt cold, but not because of the temperature. Cassandra stood in front of the large window, gazing at the dark, starless sky. Her hand gently caressed her growing belly. This should have been the only thing on her mind.But it wasn’t.Her thoughts drifted back to Caspian. She remembered the grim look on his face, the way his jaw clenched to suppress his anger, and the tension in his shoulders as he bore the weight of it all alone. Cassandra couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.Caspian wasn’t the type to back down easily, yet this time, he chose silence.As his wife, there was no way she could accept that. Selene and Alaric had to pay.Caspian had warned her not to interfere. She knew he was worried, and she should’ve listened. But how could she sit idly by while the people who looked down on her husband laughed in victory?Just this once, she wouldn’t obey him. Besides, she had someone on her side.A few days ago, the sky was overcast. A light drizzle patter
Caspian sat upright in his seat, his left hand gripping the steering wheel tightly while his sharp gaze remained fixed on Alaric, who sat beside him. The air inside the car felt heavy, thick with unspoken tension hanging between them.For the countless times, Caspian felt nothing but disappointment. Alaric, it seemed, was no different from his late mother—always wanting more.“Fine.” Caspian's voice was flat, nearly devoid of emotion, yet carried an undeniable authority. “I'll buy you a house and give you a higher position in the company.”Alaric’s smug expression softened slightly.“But as for company shares, you'll get them later—after I'm dead. That will be your inheritance. Is that enough for you?” Caspian continued, his tone icy cold.A small smirk crept onto Alaric’s lips, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He couldn’t demand more for now, but that was fine. He could wait. The house and the promotion were more than enough to cement his standing in the company without having to
Alaric had just opened his car door when his attention was drawn to a familiar figure.Across the parking lot, Caspian was getting into his car, starting the engine, and driving away.Alaric narrowed his eyes. Since when did Caspian start coming home early?His father was never the type to come home often. Even when his mother was alive, the house was filled with nothing but arguments. They never looked like a happy couple.But now, Caspian was coming home earlier. He looked different. He looked happy.Alaric clenched his fists.Does Caspian actually love Cassandra?He got into his car, but his thoughts kept spiraling. Even as he drove toward his apartment, that question continued to haunt him.Then, his mind drifted back to the conversation he had overheard the other day. Even though Damian had denied it, brushing it off as a misunderstanding, something still felt… off.Was all of this really just a coincidence?Alaric gritted his teeth. Caspian wasn’t the type of man to act on impul
Selene still refused to give up, no matter how many times Alaric had told her to stop.She didn’t care.The burning jealousy inside her had reached its limit. She was sick of watching Cassandra always stay one step ahead.Selene still couldn’t accept the fact that Cassandra now lived in the house she had always dreamed of.The house that should have been hers.Today, she returned to Caspian’s house. This time, she made sure to come when Caspian wasn’t home.“Stop in front of that house,” she instructed the taxi driver.The car slowed and finally stopped before a grand mansion, its elegant design and meticulously kept garden exuding an air of superiority.Selene stepped out gracefully, tossing the fare to the driver without bothering to wait for change. As the taxi drove away, she lifted her chin, her gaze locking onto the security guard stationed at the front gate.She narrowed her eyes.That guard wasn’t here the last time she visited.So Caspian had anticipated that she would come b
“Who was at the door?”Cassandra stepped into the living room, her hair still slightly damp, carrying the fresh scent of soap after her shower. Her eyes scanned the room, but all she found was Caspian standing casually near the sofa.“Alaric and Selene,” Caspian replied flatly, his tone void of interest. “But they're gone now.”Cassandra frowned. Why did they suddenly show up? However, before she could ask further, Caspian had already pulled her into his arms.He lowered his head, inhaling the lingering fragrance of soap on Cassandra’s skin. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, savoring her scent as if she were an addiction, he could never escape.“Why did you finish your shower so quickly?” Caspian murmured, his voice deep and slightly hoarse. “I was planning to join you.”He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his lips brushing against her soft skin, leaving a trail of warmth that sent shivers down Cassandra’s spine. But before the moment could escalate, something suddenly cr
Alaric sat in the metal chair, his cuffed hands resting on the cold surface of the interrogation table. His jaw clenched as he glared at Selene, who sat across from him with her legs elegantly crossed, her eyes gleaming with triumph.“Get me out of here first, and we’ll get married next month.”Selene let out a quiet chuckle, her gaze sharp with calculation. “Next month?” She shook her head slowly, leaning back in her chair. “No, darling. That’s too long.”Her piercing eyes locked onto his.“If you want to walk free now, then we’re getting married presently.”Alaric’s fists clenched. This woman was insane.“Do you think marriage is as simple as flipping a switch?!” He shot her a sharp glare, barely able to process the absurdity of what she was saying.But Selene remained composed. She leaned in slightly, the corners of her lips curling into a sly smile. “We don’t need a grand wedding, Alaric. The only thing that matters is making it legal. It’s far too late to dream about a lavish cer