เข้าสู่ระบบThird POVCassandra froze where she stood, her fingers still clutching the fabric of her shirt. The tears did not stop. They kept falling, blurring her vision, making everything feel unsteady.“But you are angry,” she said, her voice breaking under the weight of it. “I do not want you to be angry at me.”Alaric dragged a hand through his hair, the movement rough and unrestrained. The composure he had been holding onto was beginning to crack, piece by piece.“I cannot help it, Sunshine,” he admitted, his voice tight with strain. “I cannot.”She stared at him, confusion and hurt mixing in her expression. His gaze dropped for a moment before he spoke again, quieter this time, like the words were being pulled out of him.“My heart cannot take it,” he said. “Seeing you with him. Knowing you stayed. I hate that it gets to me like this.”Her brows pulled together slightly as she tried to understand him. “I am being foolish,” he added, almost to himself. “Jealous, angry, I know exactly what i
Cassandra’s POVThe loud knocking continued. It was hard to ignore. I had to drag my body from the bed, giving Sinclair a last glance. He was still dead asleep, completely unaware of anything.BangBangWhoever was at the door was still impatiently knocking. My gaze drifted to the window before opening the door. It was still dark outside, probably around the early hours of the morning.The door opened with a click sound. I pulled it in, and immediately my entire body went numb.“Alaric…” the name left my mouth before I could even control it. His gaze was cold. He didn't spare me a word and walked right inside the room.The air around him was suffocating. Alaric stopped after taking a few steps inside, his gaze locked on Sinclair lying on the bed, and my heart started to race. Instinctively, I started to explain.“It is not what you think…” I blurted out, rushing to his side. His gaze drifted to me, and I immediately swallowed the rest of my words.Alaric gulped. His eyes were still bu
Cassandra’s POVMy heart pounded violently as his words echoed in my head. My grip on the phone trembled. “What are you talking about, Sinclair?” I demanded, my voice tight with panic. “What are you doing right now?”A low laugh came through the line. His voice slurred and was unsteady. He sounded completely drunk. He clearly wasn't thinking straight. Why was he drunk when he was meant to be at the gala?“I’m about to jump,” he said, almost casually. “Funny, right?” he checked again but there was no humour in his laugh.My stomach dropped instantly. I might hate him for what he did but it doesn't mean I wanted him to die. “Don’t you dare move,” I snapped, my voice rising despite my attempt to stay calm. “Sinclair, listen to me carefully. Stay right there.”He laughed again, softer this time, but there was something hollow beneath it that made my chest tighten. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” he murmured.My fingers tightened around the phone. Something about his tone felt wrong, dan
Cassandra’s POV I had complicated feelings. He looked so genuine and the panic in his eyes didn’t look fake. He indeed looked like someone who was sick. Alaric was sitting by my bedside holding my hand. I was exhausted from just waking up but it felt as if I didn't get answers today I might never. "I know I have no excuse but honestly, I have been in the office most of these days." He started. "I will explain everything the best I can. I hope you forgive me. I promise that nothing ever happened between us. The closest we had been was a hug and she was the one who hugged me..." Desperation was etched on his face. My expression remained cold although I could already tell that every Natasha did even from going to Ivory Gates to confront me was to drive a wedge between Alaric and me. "Remember I said I thought she died in an accident.." he started. I nodded at him. "It was all a lie before that day my mother had approached Natasha to leave me because of her f
Alaric’s POVCassandra’s gaze froze on me, her eyes wide with shock at the sight of me, but it slowly went cold. My heart was racing from the run, but it still ached at the sight of her.Exhaustion was etched into my face, my eyes looked hollow, like someone barely holding on. Blood trickled from my hand where I had yanked at the IV line in desperation. Pain shot through my body at every movement, and my legs were barely holding up.Every instinct in me screamed, every nerve burned with panic and guilt.I couldn’t believe what had happened. One moment I had been collapsing from exhaustion, overworked and driven on caffeine, the next I was being sedated, only to have Nathan tell me that Cassandra had been admitted and our baby was in danger. Someone had poisoned her. The thought hit me like ice, and I barely registered anything else.I could vaguely hear Natasha’s voice screaming at me to stay in bed, or Nathan insisting I shouldn’t move, that my body was still weak. But I couldn’t sta
Cassandra’s POVFor a moment, I simply stared at the dark screen of my phone, unable to process what had just happened. Natasha had hung up on me.The words she said replayed in my mind like a cruel echo. Alaric is currently busy. My fingers tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white. A surge of anger rushed through my chest.Busy? My baby might be dying and he was busy. Busy with what, and why was she with his phone? Everything I was scared of started to weigh down on me.My hands trembled violently as I dialled his number again. The call did not even ring this time. Instead, a cold electronic voice filled my ear."The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later."For a second, I thought I had misheard it. My heart slammed painfully against my ribs as I pulled the phone away and stared at the screen. The phone was switched off.A wave of disbelief washed over me. Natasha hung up his phone. What right did she have? My head began to sp
Cassandra's POV The storm wasn't over...I cried until my throat burned and my eyes stung. My shoulders shook, breath hitching in uneven gasps I couldn’t hide anymore. The last time I cried this hard was when my father told me I should leave the family house.I cried then because it felt l
Cassandra's POV “Cassandra,” he said softly, “you’re talented. Very. But sometimes letting go is the best option for everyone involved.” Those were his final words. Letting go was the best option. Was my presence a bane he couldn't stand? Or will the guilt eat him up if he sees me here af
CASSANDRA'S POV Operation Escaping the Von Duvall, as Rebecca called it, didn't seem like a bad idea, but I was not optimistic about it. Alaric didn't seem like the type I could easily fool and he looked like someone with shady intentions. "I will sleep on it..." I yawned, stretching
Cassandra’s POV My throat dried instantly. A ward? The girl who nearly ripped my scalp off? The same girl Gregory announced like some dramatic butler in a Victorian film? I blinked, stunned, staring at the dim room as if the shadows might explain something to me. To say I was still dumbfounded w







