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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Alaric stared at the weapon in his hands, his expression cold, heavy, and commanding. Then, he lifted his gaze to Caspian. His father sat upright, chest open, lips curved in a faint smile laced with challenge. His finger pointed to his own chest, over the left side.“Pull the trigger,” Caspian said, his voice calm.A challenge. A veiled command.Damian moved swiftly, tension etched into his face. He reached out toward Alaric as if hoping to stop the impending destruction.“Give me the gun, Alaric.” His voice was firm but carried a trace of fear.But Alaric didn’t budge. His fingers tightened around the gun’s grip as if it had become an extension of himself. One second. Two seconds.Then, he raised the weapon—not to hand it over to Damian, but to aim it directly at Caspian’s chest.Damian let out a frustrated growl. “Damn it, Alaric! Are you even listening to me? Give me the gun!”No response. No movement, except for Alaric’s slow, deliberate breath. His gaze was dark, unwavering, leav
Cassandra looked up as the door creaked open. Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, followed by a long, weary sigh.The moment Caspian stepped into the doorway, her heart clenched.Something about him felt different. His eyes were slightly red, his face drawn with exhaustion, as if he had just endured an emotional battle before finally coming home.Cassandra quickly rose to her feet, her steps light but filled with concern.“What’s wrong?” she asked gently but firmly.Caspian didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly—like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.Cassandra froze for a second before returning the embrace, her hands moving to his back, soothing him with slow, gentle strokes.“Is it work?” she asked again, trying to understand.Caspian shook his head, his face still buried in her shoulder.“It’s not about work,” he murmured, his deep voice rough and strained.Cassandra waited, not pushing him to speak.“I dropped the charges against Ala
Caspian had just stepped out of the conference room, his shoulders tense after hours of exhausting discussions.But his steps halted when he saw Damian standing casually near his office door, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable.“Just finished your meeting?” Damian asked casually. His tone sounded like small talk, but something in his eyes told Caspian this wasn’t just idle chatter.Caspian loosened his tie, which suddenly felt too tight around his neck. “Yeah. What is it? Did the police raid your hotel?”Damian scoffed, narrowing his eyes at him as if Caspian had just said something profoundly stupid. “You think my hotel is running illegal business?”Caspian shrugged, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “Not really. But seeing you this serious makes me think of worst-case scenarios.”Damian let out a deep sigh, as if holding himself back from throwing something at Caspian’s head.“Just answer my question,” he said, this time with more weight in his voice. “Do you have time?”
Alaric let out a quiet scoff, slouching in his chair with an expression of pure irritation.After dealing with Selene and her endless drama, now Damian had come.It was obvious why he was here—to blame him, to repeat the same tired speech about how wrong he was and how right Caspian had always been.“What do you want, Uncle Damian?” he asked, his voice cold, laced with unfiltered annoyance. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Did you come here just to tell me how much of a failure I am too?”Damian didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he pulled a laptop and an old photo album from his bag.Alaric frowned, eyeing the items with suspicion.“I’m not here to blame you,” Damian finally said, his tone calm yet firm. “Because you were already wrong from the very beginning.”Alaric clicked his tongue. Of course. Everyone seemed to enjoy ripping him apart.“But I’m not here to give you a long lecture either,” Damian continued. “I just want to show you something.”Without waiting f
Cassandra walked into the kitchen, the delicious aroma from the pan making her empty stomach churn in anticipation.In front of her, Retta skillfully flipped an omelet, her movements confident and precise.Cassandra folded her arms across her chest, watching in admiration.She felt a little embarrassed. This short-haired woman was younger than her, yet far more skilled in the kitchen.“I don’t even know how to flip an egg without ruining it,” Cassandra murmured, half-joking.Retta glanced over her shoulder, a small smirk on her lips. “Then you can learn from me.”Cassandra chuckled softly, the tension from the previous night slowly melting away.But then, Retta took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry about what happened last night. You saw everything, didn’t you?”She offered an awkward smile, her eyes silently pleading for Cassandra not to press the issue.Cassandra hesitated.Yes, she had seen everything. Retta being mistreated by Damian’s first wife, enduring it all without resista
The remote in Selene’s hand trembled violently, her fingers gripping it so tightly she nearly crushed it.Her eyes were locked onto the television screen, rereading the breaking news headline plastered across it.“THIS CAN’T BE TRUE.”“THIS IS ALL LIES.”On the screen, the news anchor spoke in a calm, measured tone. But to Selene, every word felt like a hammer striking her skull, merciless and relentless.“According to an anonymous source, Alaric is not the biological son of businessman Caspian Verity but rather the result of an affair between his late wife and her former lover. Additionally, based on undisclosed legal evidence, Alaric is suspected of attempting to murder Caspian after being stripped of his position as CEO.”Selene shook her head violently.“No… No, that’s impossible…” she whispered, her voice trembling.Alaric… wasn’t Caspian’s son?She swallowed hard, her entire body shaking.“A recording of the shooting does exist, but Caspian Verity has requested that it not be re
“You seriously set Alaric up with Selene?”Cassandra’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. There was a clear tension in her tone, but her eyes remained locked on the man in front of her.Caspian exhaled heavily. His fingers moved to grasp Cassandra’s hand, holding it tightly.“I don’t want any misunderstandings between us. Please don’t leave me in the dark. Explain everything.” Cassandra’s voice was steady but firm.Instead of answering immediately, Caspian led her toward the living room sofa. A conversation this important shouldn’t be held standing by the front door.They sat side by side, his hand still gripping hers as if afraid to let go. His eyes dropped to their entwined fingers, searching for the courage to speak.“I’ve loved you for a long time,” he finally admitted, his voice soft but clear. “Even when you were still with Alaric.”Cassandra remained silent, but she didn’t look surprised.Caspian continued, his voice unsteady. “Because of my selfish desire to have you, I
Cassandra let out a long sigh as she saw her enemy’s name flash on her phone screen. It wasn’t the call she had been waiting for.A brief dilemma gripped her. On one hand, she wanted to ignore it and stay focused on her original plan—heading straight to Caspian’s office. But on the other, her mind was clouded with questions.Selene wouldn’t be calling unless it was important. And the news reports about Alaric still felt too vague. No official statements, no confirmation of whom he had actually harmed—only that Caspian himself had pressed charges.Cassandra bit her lip, then gave in. She swiped the green button and brought the phone to her ear.“What is it? What do you want from me?” she asked, skipping any pleasantries.Silence.Then, the sound of quiet sobs.Cassandra stiffened. She had never heard Selene cry like this before.“Can’t you convince your husband to drop the charges against Alaric?” Selene’s voice cracked, raw with desperation. “He can’t go to prison. What will happen to
Alaric stared at the weapon in his hands, his expression cold, heavy, and commanding. Then, he lifted his gaze to Caspian. His father sat upright, chest open, lips curved in a faint smile laced with challenge. His finger pointed to his own chest, over the left side.“Pull the trigger,” Caspian said, his voice calm.A challenge. A veiled command.Damian moved swiftly, tension etched into his face. He reached out toward Alaric as if hoping to stop the impending destruction.“Give me the gun, Alaric.” His voice was firm but carried a trace of fear.But Alaric didn’t budge. His fingers tightened around the gun’s grip as if it had become an extension of himself. One second. Two seconds.Then, he raised the weapon—not to hand it over to Damian, but to aim it directly at Caspian’s chest.Damian let out a frustrated growl. “Damn it, Alaric! Are you even listening to me? Give me the gun!”No response. No movement, except for Alaric’s slow, deliberate breath. His gaze was dark, unwavering, leav
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