LOGIN. "It's not my bloody fault..where were you, Sinclair?" She screamed at the top of her lungs, unable to endure the injustice. Cassandra’s chest rose unevenly as she struggled to steady her breathing, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned pale. She had just woken up and couldn't believe her ears. Her head was still heavy, her body weak, her heart barely holding itself together after hearing about Sienna’s condition. She had not even been given time to process it before he walked in and tore everything open again. Sinclair didn't reply to her and went straight to talking down to her.“You were supposed to be watching her,” Sinclair continued, barely holding back his fury, “What exactly is your role in this house if you cannot even do that?”The words struck where it hurts. Cassandra let out a shaky breath, her lips trembling. “I just lost our unborn child,” she said, keeping her voice low but breaking at the edges. “Sienna almost died… and this i
Alaric’s heart tightened as Cassandra clung to him like a drowning soul who had finally found something solid. Her sobs were muffled against his chest, the kind that came from wounds left unattended for far too long. He did not try to silence her. There were no clever words that could mend something like this. So he stood there, one arm firm around her shoulders, letting her break in peace.The night air carried the distant hum of laughter and music from the banquet, a cruel contrast to the fragile moment unfolding by the steps.The doors suddenly burst open.A maid rushed out, panting, her eyes wide with panic. She froze for a split second at the sight of Alaric holding Cassandra, but urgency swallowed whatever shock she felt.“Madam… Madam!” she stammered, her voice trembling. “Miss Sienna… she is fighting with the other children!”Cassandra stiffened in his arms.It was as if a switch had been flipped inside her. The broken woman disappeared, replaced by a mother hen. “Wha
Alaric’s heart ached. Seeing that Cassandra clung to her perfect reality there was no way an outsider like him could bring up his suspicions. He didn't have any evidence to back it either. Unfortunately, Alaric couldn't stay long; he had to return abroad to his life. In the blink of an eye, a year had passed and the next time he saw Cassandra again was at her daughter's birthday banquet. The baby girl was named Sienna Von Duvall. The event was very grand, exactly what was expected for the heiress of the Von Duvall dynasty. The banquet door opened and the family of 3 came in. Cassandra, Sinclair and the little princess. At one glance it was obvious Sienna was Cassandra’s daughter They shared an uncanny resemblance aside from dark brown hair Sienna had and her obviously light brow eyes. Sinclair’s present had changed too, he wasn't the Sinclair, Alaric knew again. Sinclair was capable and immediately he daughter was born the agreement Alaric and Sinclair sig
Author's POV ( for the following few chapters talking about Alaric’s past life. I would use 3rd pov to improve pacing) During the reception, Sinclair had disappeared. Cassandra was worried but she kept her smile and entertained guests. At least she looked happy. Sinclair found a good one Alaric thought staring at her Cassandra seemed to have noticed his gaze and glanced over his way with a polite smile. A sense of helplessness washed over him. He never got over losing Natasha and at that moment he felt envy he couldn't understand... What was wrong with him? He brows furrowed at the thought. Cassandra’s gaze didn't linger; she glanced away. After that, he tried not to stare and get his emotions together Alaric didn't stay long for the event. He left after a while. The elevator opened to the underground car park. The air was cold since it was mid-autumn. The smell of asphalt and petrol lingered in every breath. The car park was a bit dark, and the overhead
Alaric’s POV It felt like a cruel joke, Cassandra was really dead. My obsession pushed her to the brink. I keep on replaying that night over and over again in my head. The accusations, yes I stalked her, yes I took her away to get the company, yes I always knew the baby was Sinclair but how was I going to explain it was all for her good.. My reason wouldn't have made sense. I did it so you wouldn't die but in the end, you died. How was I going to say that to her? No explanation matters again. The dead can't listen anymore.. It was raining heavily, just like the night she jumped off the bridge. I sat in front of the congregation, everything blurred around me as I stared at the casket watching people pay their respect one after the other... Somewhere behind me someone was sobbing I couldn’t bother to check who. I just stared at that casket. I could not bring myself to see the body lying peacefully in it. She was wearing a lovely white dress, eyes closed surr
Alaric’s POV That smile was marked in my mind. In the end, I tried to move but the pain in my body wouldn't let me Everything went dark... On that bridge was the last time I saw the woman I loved alive. The last time I saw the woman I was ready to be a villain alive...Cassandra’s smile kept replaying in my mind over and over again. It felt like I was trapped in a nightmare I wanted to wake up from..The night air was cold; soft sobs drifted from the garden. From a distance, I could hear the music and distant chatter.A twig snapped under my feet as I entered the garden, and my gaze was locked on the figure curled up crying. She was so lost in her world that she didn't realise I was walking close.I stopped at her back, on the bench under an old tree. "Cassandra.." I called out softly. Her shoulders froze and she slowly turned around. It was Cassandra but not the one from the bridge, this version was older and tired. Her eyes were filled with anticipation but th
Cassandra’s POV I gave him a smile, then quickly left the table after accomplishing my mission. I didn't want to see the expression on their faces. Something was off, and I couldn't tell exactly what, but the moment I got to my seat, it was like a little celebration. No one could actu
Cassandra’s POV It was cold, the cold winter air and the chilling water surrounded it. This was a bad idea and I might get a nasty fever but my brain was devoid of reason. I told myself not to care much but the thought of him being upset with me for long didn't sit right with me. I wa
Cassandra’s POVI couldn’t breathe. Alaric’s voice was calm, but that was what terrified me. Jason heard a threat but I heard a promise. My teeth silently gritted. He loved doing this, putting me in difficult situations. Jason didn’t know who he was standing in front of. Didn’t know the kind
Cassandra’s POV "Let me show you my apology.." I drawled, my fingers slowly tangling his hair. I knew I was playing with fire, but if I had to burn for peace, so let it be. His gaze changed like something was burning in his eyes. His jaw tightened as he stared at me The moonlight turned







