MasukCassandra’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 POVBy the time I arrived at the resort later that morning, the entire place had transformed into a winter wonderland.Christmas decorations filled every corner of the property. Strings of lights hung across the pathways, and large artificial snow displays had been placed near the main filming area.Excited chatter filled the air as staff members rushed around preparing for the finale.Viewers had been voting throughout the week, and the results would be announced during the final broadcast that night.Since it was a Christmas special, the participants were scheduled to take part in several festive games and activities throughout the day. My favourite segment was the opening event.A Christmas themed photoshoot. The images would later be turned into holiday greeting cards for the resort’s promotional campaign.Cameras had already been positioned across the set while the celebrities prepared in their colourful outfits.Theodore stood near the monitors, watching the camera a
Cassandra’s POVAlaric did not return that night.I tried to fall asleep again, but it was impossible. My mind kept wandering back to the message Natasha had sent me and the picture that came with it. No matter how many times I told myself it meant nothing, the image kept replaying in my head.The following days passed quietly, yet something felt wrong. I barely saw Alaric.Gregory mentioned that there was an urgent situation at the company that required Alaric’s attention, so he had been working late almost every night. At first, I accepted the explanation without questioning it. After all, the company had always been important to him.Still, something about the situation felt different. Alaric slowly became like a ghost in the house.Sometimes he returned home long after midnight. Other nights he did not return at all. The rare moments I saw him were brief and fleeting. He always looked exhausted, with dark circles beneath his eyes and tension etched across his face.Each time I con
CASSANDRA'S POV Soft footsteps stopped behind him and before I could fully register what was happening, Alaric’s voice filled the space. His tone was calm, steady, yet sharp enough to slice through the tension.“Then do you mind explaining to my wife what she is getting into?” he said draw
CASSANDRA'S POV I was left dumbfounded. My brain was still processing the fact that Alaric had announced me as his wife I could not even process the fact that he was Sinclair's uncle I stared blankly at the man who was supposed to be my ex-uncle and found it hard to believe. He loo
CASSANDRA’S POVI could hear incoherent words in the background that made my head throb with a headache. A faint hiss escaped my lips, my eyes squinted before I stirred awake blinded by the bright lights. For a moment, I couldn’t tell where I was. The bright white ceiling above and the strong sce
CASSANDRA'S POV My stomach still felt weird after I threw up. The mourning pills Rebecca prescribed weren't working to ease my mourning sickness. I pouted, finding this baby troublesome. I opened the door and I paused, struck by the cute scene before me.. A soft meow echoed in the hall







