The sound of a car engine roared sharply on the busy New York highway. Caspian gripped the steering wheel tightly, lines of tension visible on his handsome yet serious face. His dark eyes looked straight ahead, taking in every detail of the road until Cassandra's Boutique came into view in the distance. What he found, however, was no ordinary sight.
A group of journalists surrounded the boutique, their cameras flashing in a blinding light. They could be heard cheering and asking endless questions of the security guards, who were beginning to be overwhelmed by the flow of people.
“This is crazy,” Caspian muttered, his lips pressed tightly together. “If they see me here, this is it. Another piece of bad news is bound to hit Cassandra.” He turned the wheel quickly and took a small road that only fit one car, hidden between old buildings. A faint smile played on his lips, full of satisfaction at knowing an opening that not many people knew about.
Caspian parked his car at the end of the narrow street, out of sight of the reporters. He looked around carefully to make sure no one was following him. When he felt safe, he got out of the car with quick steps, his shoulders square, splitting the cold wind that blew softly.
Behind the boutique, a small door made of old wood came into view. He took a deep breath before opening it.
Once inside, he was immediately struck by the chaotic atmosphere. Clothes were scattered on the floor; mannequins fell with outstretched arms like victims.
The scent of luxurious perfume mingled with the smell of wet paper and dust. The employees of the boutique, mostly young women, crouched down to pick up the scattered clothes. Some of them looked at Caspian with surprised expressions, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
“What's going on here?” Caspian's voice echoed through the room, his tone firm yet trembling, reflecting the anger he was holding in.
The staff looked at each other, as if hoping that someone would dare to answer the question. No one dared speak. They knew exactly who this man was-Alaric's father. He was one of those conglomerates who was rarely seen in public, but his appearance was always a hot topic in the media.
“I ask you again, who is making this mess?” Caspian stepped forward, his eyes searching every face he encountered, looking for answers hidden behind their fear.
Finally, an employee stepped forward, her face deathly pale, her lips trembling. “S-Sorry. We don't know who started it… it just came out of nowhere and…” She couldn't go on, her throat choked with an overwhelming sense of fear.
Caspian took a long breath, forcing himself to remain calm despite the rumbling in his chest.
He approached the table and saw a golden invitation hidden among the magazines. Cassandra's name was engraved on the paper in a familiar handwriting.
A middle-aged woman approached Caspian with nervous steps. Her neatly tied hair was beginning to fall apart, her eyes looked tired, but there was a look of respect on her face. She was the boutique manager, the one who always tried to keep the place in tip-top shape.
“I'm sorry, Mr. Caspian,” her voice sounded hoarse. “We don't know exactly what happened in Cassandra's room. But suddenly Selene came out screaming, ruined some clothes, and then made a mess of the whole boutique. The guards tried to restrain her, but she threatened to report us to the police.”
Caspian narrowed his eyes, his lips twitching at the report. His hands were clenched at his sides, attempting to contain the anger that was beginning to take hold.
“Thank you for the information. Now go home. No one is to speak to the reporters outside about this incident. If anyone dares to violate this, I will not hesitate to take legal action.” His tone was low, but contained a clear threat.
The employees nodded obediently, their faces pale. Without another word, they quickly returned to tidying up the boutique, trying to clean up the mess left behind as quickly as possible. They knew full well that Caspian's threat was not to be taken lightly.
With quick steps, Caspian made his way to Cassandra's private quarters. He knew this place well — perhaps too well. Like a haunting ghost, he was constantly looking for an excuse to learn everything about her, even the smallest things.
He stopped in front of the pink painted door, which contrasted with the elegant walls of the boutique. He looked sharp in a high-quality black suit that highlighted his tall and muscular physique. His dark eyes narrowed as he heard a sobbing sound from behind the door. The sound, faint, and full of pain, made his heart tremble even though he would rather not admit it.
Slowly, he turned the doorknob, making sure his steps were light so as not to startle Cassandra. The room was neat, yet the air was chilly, as if reflecting the feelings of the woman inside. A crystal chandelier glittered on the ceiling, but not enough to dispel the dark shadows that dominated the room.
On the white sofa facing the window, Cassandra sat with her back to him. Her shoulders trembled with every sob, her flowing long blonde hair a stark contrast to her usual elegant demeanor. Caspian couldn't help himself. He approached cautiously, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the woman in such a fragile state.
“How long are you going to keep crying like that?” Caspian asked softly, his voice deep but full of concern that he could not hide.
Cassandra slowly lowered the hands that covered her face. Her sobs were still audible, but now they were fainter. She looked up at Caspian, who stood before her with puffy, sad eyes. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, leaving a shimmering trail of wetness.
Caspian crouched down in front of her, lowering himself to be level with Cassandra's face. Gently, he wiped away the tears from her cheeks with the handkerchief he pulled from his coat pocket. His hand didn't stop there; he also wiped Cassandra's wet nose.
His rough yet warm fingers touched Cassandra's chin, lifting her face so he could see her eyes. “Tell me, what exactly happened?”
Cassandra's eyes turned red as she tried to hold back the tears that were welling up again. “Selene came… she brought up things that should have been buried long ago. Things about the past.” Cassandra's voice broke at the end of the sentence, her head bowed, no longer daring to look at Caspian.
Caspian took a deep breath, the anger he had hidden for so long coming back to hit him. He knew it would happen sooner or later - the past that Cassandra had tried to bury was never really gone.
Cassandra raised her head and stared at Caspian's face. There was something in her eyes, a mixture of fear and hope. “Why do you still care for me?”
Caspian smiled weakly, bitterly. He tucked Cassandra's hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering there as if to savor the touch, he had longed for. “Because I never stopped caring for you, Cass. Not for a second.”
The words hung in the air, making time seem to stand still. Cassandra closed her eyes, the tears flowing again, but this time they felt different — no longer cries of sadness, but a relief she couldn't explain.
“I thought you had forgotten my son,” Caspian said in a softer voice, yet laden with a hidden cynical tone. “But apparently you still love him enough to cry like this.”
Cassandra was silent for a moment; her eyes glazed over again, but this time not only with sadness, but also with suppressed anger. She shook her head slowly, a few strands of blonde hair falling across her face. “What I owe you is not Alaric,” she whispered, the sound barely audible between her labored breaths. “What I owe are the memories — the memories I've built with him and all the time I've spent with him over the past three years. It's like it's all meaningless.” Cassandra's voice began to break mid-sentence, pouring out all the frustration and pain she had been holding in. She clenched her hands in her lap, trying to stop her body from shaking. “I didn't do anything wrong. I never hurt anyone. But why did the man I once loved and the best friend I trusted with all my heart betray me?”Her cries erupted again, louder than before. The pain she had been holding in finally exploded, filling the room with a sound that hurt the hearts of everyone who heard it.“All the time I spen
Cassandra Winter thought this day would be the beginning of new happiness. In one month, she would be engaged to Alaric, the man of her dreams. But all those hopes were shattered instantly. Who could have imagined that her future fiancé was having an affair — and not with just any woman, but with her best friend, Selene?The heartache tore through her soul like a sharp knife stabbing inward. Cassandra stood in the doorway of the apartment, her eyes wide open at the sight of Alaric and Selene locked in a passionate embrace. They felt no guilt whatsoever, as if the world was theirs alone. Not a word escaped Alaric's lips as she walked away — no attempt to follow her, as if her departure was meaningless.“Give me another glass,” Cassandra said, her voice drowned out by the crowded bar. She ignored the concerned look of the bartender, who saw her chugging tequila like a drunk.Today, her red dress, which clung to her body perfectly, seemed worthless, like a hope that had now been dashed
Cassandra's fingers clawed at Caspian's bare back every time the man above her moved with passionate intensity. She could feel Caspian's tanned skin sweat under her touch, and she was sure that her hoof scratches would leave a mark.Pain radiated through her private parts as he entered without foreplay, leaving her breathless. As a quarter of her consciousness returned, Cassandra found herself caught up in feelings of regret for the nonsense she had spoken. However, her decision to proceed was deeply rooted in her soul. There was no going back-they were both striving for the fulfillment they craved.“Look at me, Cass,” Caspian whispered softly into Cassandra's ear as his hand wiped away the sweat that was running down her forehead.Cassandra, who had closed her eyes earlier due to the pain, finally opened them. She found concern in Caspian's dark eyes.“We can stop the game right here if your body can't handle my presence,” Caspian said, his tone fading as if he were eager to stop eve
Breakfast with Selene was still fresh in his mind — her smile, the laughter echoing among the aroma of coffee and warm toast. Alaric expected today to be like the days before, peaceful and uninterrupted. But as he stepped out of the car, an unexpected sight changed everything.At the end of the parking lot, Alaric saw a familiar figure. His father had just arrived, and beside him walked a familiar woman, but whose presence darkened the skies of Alaric's heart. His eyebrows shot up, confusion and fear creeping in. He clutched his briefcase tightly, as if it were the only thing keeping him from exploding.“She must have been complaining about my affair with Selene,” he thought, frowning as he walked quickly toward the CEO's elevator, which seemed to be getting farther and farther away. “How could Daddy be with Cassandra?” The two figures turned their heads, but instead of answering, Caspian checked his watch.“It's after hours, why are you still in the parking lot? Shouldn't you be at y
“Aren't we just pretending to make out? What if someone comes in again?” Cassandra panicked and didn't obey Caspian's command to pull up the skirt she was wearing. Caspian looked at her flatly. “Isn't it too late to be embarrassed? Alaric will definitely not keep quiet after seeing us together. Of course not.”Cassandra nodded, realizing that Caspian's plan to upset Alaric had worked.“Alaric will surely spread bad rumors about you flirting with me. Then what else are you afraid of? Weren't you ready to accept all the consequences when you decided to take revenge on Alaric?”Hearing those words, Cassandra fell silent. “If you're embarrassed to do it here, I can understand. We can postpone it until the evening.” Caspian relented, intending to let Cassandra down from his lap.However, Cassandra hugged him instead, reluctant to be lowered by the 40-year-old man. “I'm not embarrassed. Just let them see. After all, they can't do anything to me except gossip. That gossip won't affect me.
“What took you so long?” Caspian asked as Cassandra returned from the bathroom.Cassandra took a seat across from him, indifferent to the man's curious gaze. “A mouse tried to disturb a sleeping lioness,” she replied, hinting at something deeper.Caspian caught her meaning. He glanced at his son's table and saw that Selene had just emerged from the bathroom. Their eyes met accidentally, and Selene gave him a sweet smile. Caspian ignored her, and focused on Cassandra, who was now in front of him.“I've ordered your favorite meal, Cass. Eat to regain your strength.” Caspian nonchalantly served Cassandra a plate of bite-sized steak pieces before taking a whole steak for himself.Cassandra was stunned at the sight of her favorite dish. “Is the food not to your liking? Or are you allergic? I can order something else,” asked Caspian, his tone slightly concerned.Cassandra quickly shook her head, holding Caspian's arm before he called the waiter. “No, this is all my favorite food. I just di
“Cassandra, let's have dinner.” Her older brother's heavy voice and a soft knock on the door broke Cassandra's reverie.With a lazy movement, Cassandra got out of bed and opened the door. She saw her brother standing there with a big smile on his face.“I stopped by your favorite Italian restaurant on purpose. I'm not working late, so let's eat together and share your daily life,” Maxian continued enthusiastically, making Cassandra unable to resist her brother's wishes. Actually, she was quite full since Caspian had taken her out to lunch all day and then explored the Chinese cuisine in the Asian district until six in the evening.“Okay. I miss my super busy brother too.” Cassandra made a small jump and then took Maxian's arm. They walked down the stairs together to the downstairs dining room.Cassandra and Maxian joked with each other as they walked past their childhood photos with their parents, neatly mounted on the wall. Their eight-year age difference did not make them awkward; i
Maxian was furious, especially when his business partners contacted him and questioned him about the new engagement invitations they had received. But worry dominated his feelings. Maxian knew that Casandra loved Alaric despite his wild behavior. And surely Casandra wasn't doing well, and he wasn't around when his younger sister needed someone.“I'm not concerned about Alaric and Cassandra's broken engagement. But why would he send out new engagement invitations to all my business associates and friends who have absolutely nothing to do with Alaric?” Maxian looked at the scene outside with an overwhelming feeling of anger mixed with shame, because Alaric's behavior seemed to emphasize that he wanted to humiliate his family.Maxian glanced at his secretary as he entered his office and then said, “Mr. Director, the meeting will begin in thirty minutes.”“I'll be there soon. I don't want to miss any important points at this meeting. All meeting summaries must be in my e-mail before eight