MasukCassandra’s POV It felt like I had been cut off from my family all over again. It hurts knowing they probably never saw me as a person. I was just another tool for their journey to wealth and the moment I wasn't useful anymore I was disposable probably not even considered a person Just another disappointment. In the past I blamed myself. I wasn't like Aurelia, she was smarter and at the top of her class in university. Studying in business. It wasn't that I was dumb; I graduated with a good CGPA, but my lack of interest in business after school was a disappointment. I was just another privileged brat chasing a dumb dream. Photography. I laughed at my spiralling thoughts, and the warm morning breeze whipped through my hair. I drew in a deep breath. "Today is a big day. Don't let them ruin it." I muttered to myself before heading back inside.. My gaze immediately shifted to the dressing room, and to say Helen was efficient was an understatement. Not only did sh
Cassandra's POV I didn't believe it at first until I saw the email. Alaric really got me a spot at a production house capable of getting me a slot at the international fellowship. It wasn't just any production house, it was Ivory Gate Productions. A very popular production house which handles multiple campaigns and high-end events coverage, including award ceremonies. I was so excited I was practically squealing, working here was going to be way more exciting than the old gallery selling photographs and barely having any practicals Not that I didn't like my new job. This one was novel and exciting. It was like going on a grand new adventure. According to the mail, I was free to start whenever I wanted as Alaric had explained, but if I wanted to start today, I had to report in by 10 am. As soon as I saw the message, I was practically vibrating with excitement. I quickly sent them a reply that I would be reporting today before having my shower and started g
Cassandra's POV I forced a polite smile. We just stared at each other for a while. He probably noticed that I wasn't comfortable with the entire situation. "What if this only makes things worse between us?" I asked with a small voice he understood what I meant and there was no way he hadn't thought of it "It had to be done, sunshine." He said he took a step closer, closing the distance between us. He reached for my shoulders. "Priscilla is a teenager, and they can be particularly stubborn, but with time, she will come around." He explained. I didn't say anything in response, and he continued, "Just give her time. If I hadn't put her down like that, none of the staff would understand your importance in this household." I was taken aback. He had used her as an example for everyone. His message was simple: if Priscilla couldn't stand against me, none of the staff would think of doing anything stupid like taking Priscilla's words over mine. Despite understanding this fact the g
Cassandra’s POV“From today, she handles everything, including your allowance and any other thing that requires a guardian’s permission,” Alaric explained, leaving both Priscilla and me taken aback. It was like a bomb being detonated right before us.“What?” we both chorused, unable to believe what he had just said. Clearly, Priscilla did not respect me and could never see herself being in such a position. And honestly, I did not want anything to do with his bratty ward. Ninety percent of my problems here were caused by Priscilla and that damn cat.I stared at Alaric, dumbfounded. I did not expect him to pull such a move.My mouth opened, but no sound came out. I stared at Alaric like he had just flipped the board in a game I did not even know I was playing. Guardian permission? Allowance? Since when was I suddenly promoted to whatever this was?Before I could gather my thoughts or protest, Priscilla beat me to it.“That’s ridiculous,” she snapped, her voice sharp, and she visibly tre
Cassandra's POV Alaric was once again focused on his work. The main light was switched off, with just the bed lamp by his side left on. I sighed, then walked towards the bed. My curious gaze remained on him. I didn't know why it bothered me. I really couldn't stop thinking about this first love of his. What was she truly like? The question lingered in the back of my head. Alaric's gaze shifted to me, a small frown knitting between his brows. "If you keep on staring at me that way, I will assume you have no plans of sleeping, Sunshine." That nickname once again. I was starting to get used to it. He had no intention of stopping. My face went pale. I quickly shook my head and shuffled under the covers, ready to go to sleep. "No, I'm tired," I muttered, forcing my eyes closed, snuggling under the covers. He clicked his tongue at me. "Then go to bed," he muttered before the clicking sounds continued. I relaxed a bit, stealing a glance at him from under the covers. Since we wer
Cassandra's POV I blinked at him like he’d grown a second head. Why was he being nice, especially after what happened earlier? "You want to…" I blurted, unable to believe my ears. He sighed. As if that wasn't enough, “You’ll… dry it?” I muttered, staring straight into his dark eyes, then asked, “Why?” Alaric didn't answer and shot me a glare instead. I didn't say anything wrong, did I? He was already moving, like I hadn’t just asked the dumbest question of my life. "I really hate repeating myself," he grumbled, then pulled out the chair in front of the dressing mirror. His gaze snapped at me as if asking why the hell I wasn't moving. He couldn't blame me. He wasn't a nice guy, plainly speaking. He was creative with punishments, and who knows if this was one of his creative punishments. I stayed rooted to the spot, arms crossed over my chest. I wasn't moving a single foot from here. “Don’t you have work, Mr ‘I am so busy I might not have another chance for you to threate







