Mag-log inCassandra’s POVThe sun was blazing, and I was having a shitty day. I had a shoot to attend, and the daycare was shut for the week because of a chickenpox outbreak that got most of the toddlers sick.My eyes were stuck on the traffic light, waiting for it to go green. A Rolls-Royce Phantom drove past me, and for a moment, I felt a strange ache I couldn’t understand.Alaric popped into my mind. Two years, and some nights, the name plagued me like a memory I wanted to forget.A small hand tugged my sleeve, followed by a voice. “Mummy, the people are crossing…”My head snapped to the small boy I was holding. He was supposed to be two soon, but because he was born prematurely, he was noticeably smaller than his peers.Looking at him, you would tell at first glance he was my son. It was like looking at a little mirror. The only different thing was his quiet personality and those deep obsidian eyes, which always reminded me of Alaric. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought his father
Alaric’s POVEverything went silent at once. I thought that was the end of my pathetic life. Then the blinding lights cleared, and a soft voice called out.“Alaric…”“Alaric!” The person’s voice got sharper. “Don’t ignore me, Alaric. I am your mother…”The voice was now clearer. It was my mother, Regina. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust.Mum was sitting before me with that expression I knew too well. The one she gave me when she thought I was being too stubborn.“How long do you plan on keeping this up just because of that girl? She is dead, but your life isn’t over…”My head was still ringing from the crash, but everything slowly became clear.I remembered this day. It was seven years ago, a year before Cassandra and Sinclair got married. The day my mother came to beg me to return to the family business.She had heard of how successful my startup was after going public. She recognised my talent and knew the family needed me.In the past, because of Natasha’s death, I had refuse
The red light above the operating theatre stayed on for what felt like a lifetime, yet in reality, it ended too quickly, probably because Sienna was dead before the operation started.When it finally went off, the door opened and the doctor stepped out, his mask pulled down, his expression already carrying the answer no one wanted to hear. They all knew but held onto hope.Cassandra rushed forward before anyone else could move. Her hands were trembling, her breath uneven as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. “My baby is alright, right? She just fainted… she will wake up… she always does…”The doctor hesitated for a brief second, then slowly shook his head. “We are sorry. She has been fighting for a long time. If the transplant had been done earlier, there might have been a chance…”Cassandra did not let him finish.Her body swayed as if the ground beneath her had given way. Bianca caught her just in time, but Cassandra barely registered the arms around her. Her ears rang lou
A year passed, and Alaric tried to keep Cassandra’s wish. He didn't meddle in her life. He didn't show up at any events. It was for the best, he thought, but he couldn't completely turn a blind eye to her.He still kept watch on Cassandra and Sienna this past year, and a lot happened. Sinclair was still an asshole. He was absent most days handling business, and whenever he was around, he acted like the best spouse and father.But on all the days Sienna’s condition spiked up, Cassandra handled it on her own. Even the day Sienna got badly sick, she was unconscious for days, and the doctors told her Sienna was already dying from the inside.Her lungs were damaged, and she needed a transplant, and even her defective heart wouldn't hold on for long. If she didn't have a transplant within a year, she might really not make it.Cassandra broke down that day. Everything she was desperately holding onto was falling apart. She called Sinclair, but he didn't pick up until after several tries.Whe
A year passed and Alaric tried to keep Cassandra’s wish. He didn't meddle in her life. He didn't show up in any event, it was for the best he thought but he couldn't completely turn a blind eye to her. He still kept his watch on Cassandra and Sienna this past year and a lot happened. Sinclair was still an asshole he was absent most days handling business and whenever he was around he acted like the best spouse and father But all the days Sienna's condition spiked up Cassandra handled it on her own even the day Sienna got badly sick she was unconscious for days and the doctors told her Sienna was already dying from inside. Her lungs were damaged and she needed a transplant and even her defective heart wouldn't hold on for long. If she didn't have a transplant within a year she might really not make it. Cassandra broke down that day. Everything she desperately held onto was falling apart. She called Sinclair, he didn't pick until several tries.. When he did
Alaric was dumbfounded.He studied Cassandra in silence, his steady gaze locked on her, searching for something beneath the calm surface she presented so carefully. At first, he could not understand how she could sit there, composed, accepting everything as if nothing was wrong.Then, slowly, it began to make sense.Sinclair had stripped her of confidence piece by piece, and long before that, her own family had already planted the foundation. Aurelia had always been the better one. The prettier one. The smarter one. The one who took over responsibilities and the family business while Cassandra stood quietly in the background, loving them enough not to question anything.Cassandra had never been taught to doubt them.So even now, when she and her sick daughter were pushed to the far end of the hall under the excuse of protecting a newborn, she accepted it without protest. The logic was flawed, almost insulting, yet she sat there as if it were reasonable.Alaric’s jaw tightened slightly
Cassandra’s POVThe accident brought the shoot to an unexpected halt.What had been bright lights, cameras, and controlled glamour with celebrities giving their best smiles took a sharp turn into a flashing hazard and complete chaos; crew members were shouting, everyone was coordinated outside and
Cassandra’s POV Before I could find words to reply to him, the doors flew open again. The air was tense, with a chill that made the room several degrees colder. My head snapped to the door instantly, and my face turned pale seeing who it was Sinclair stood there. Murderous intent filled his
Cassandra’s POVI froze at the doorway. This wasn't fucking happening to me. Rhys? What was he doing here?!My brain refused to process it at first. The sunglasses, the casual lean in the chair, the unmistakable lazy arrogance in his posture there was no way I was mistaking him. He was basically
Cassandra’s POV Sinclair was a busy person. I thought there was no way he would agree to stay but he just had to make my already unpleasant day worse. "My schedule is free today, so it wouldn't hurt to join you." He chimed and it felt like the walls just crumbled The moment







