All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unplanned Affair: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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

Caspian was smiling wider than he ever had in his entire life. It wasn’t just a polite or practiced smile—it was something genuine, something that came straight from his heart. Today was the day he had been waiting for. The day he would finally marry Cassandra.The grand ballroom was bathed in the warm glow of crystal chandeliers, their golden light reflecting off the polished marble floors. The scent of roses and lilies mixed with the crisp aroma of champagne being poured into delicate crystal glasses. Guests moved about, dressed in their finest attire, murmuring to one another with excitement—some in celebration, others in hushed whispers of intrigue.Many still found it hard to believe just how happy Caspian looked tonight. For years, he had been known as a man of cold precision, unreadable and untouchable. But tonight? He looked like someone who had just won everything.In one corner of the room, Damian stood casually, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other held a glass o

Cassandra was lounging on the sofa when the sound of footsteps echoed at the doorway. She turned her head, slightly surprised to see Caspian back so soon.“You're back already?” she asked, sitting up. “What about Alaric?”Caspian shrugged off his jacket with an effortless motion before settling beside her. “Alaric was proven guilty. I have no intention of helping him walk free. He deserves to face the consequences of his actions.”Cassandra studied him in silence. The sharp confidence in his eyes remained, but there was a subtle weariness beneath it—not regret, though. He was certain of his decision.She moved closer, resting her hand gently over his. “Are you okay? I mean, aren’t you worried this scandal will taint the Verity family name?”Caspian turned to her and gave a small, amused smile.“Why would I put my family's reputation above justice?” His gaze locked onto hers. “Don’t forget—you’re part of the Verity family now, too. And to me, protecting a name isn’t as important as hol

“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 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