Arranged Union With Secret Billionaire

In a dimly lit room, Cassie sat on the couch, her hands trembling with nervousness. With anxiety and desperation, she stretched her hand to place a paper on the table. The room wasn't very bright, and her actions revealed the stress she was feeling.The paper she laid out showed the hefty amount of money her mom's hospital bills amounted to. Seeing the significant figure, Cassie felt worried. She looked at her dad with eyes filled with stress and fear, hoping he would understand. In her mind, this was her last hope. Her facial expressions spoke volumes about the weight of the situation."Dad, can I borrow $50,000? Mom needs kidney dialysis, and I'm utterly without means," she implored, her voice a delicate thread in the heavy silence.Across the room, Mrs. Winnie, her eyes narrowing in scrutiny, accidentally knocked her steaming coffee over, the liquid cascading in a moment of disbelief. Her disapproving tone sliced through the air with astonishment and disdain."How shameless to beg

On a bright day, happy bird songs filled the air with life…. Cassie, all set to embark on her day, was greeted by the rhythmic flow of running water from Anderson's room. She walked down the small hallway to the kitchen, and an open door caught her attention. Slowly advancing, her eyes met the sight of Anderson, clad in nothing but shorts, water droplets danced down his nice chest as he washed his face. Wet hair framed his allure, awakening a stirring feeling within her.In that captivating moment, Cassie felt a mix of emotions. How could a regular guy look so stunning? But his icy eyes had a mysterious depth that fascinated and unsettled her. The temptation was real, challenging her determination.Almost succumbing to the allure, Cassie found solace in a whispered prayer—' Holy Ghost fire' repeated three times, a plea to restore composure. Frustration colored her thoughts; this man, an irresistible temptation, seemed to defy restraint. The realization lingered—She wouldn't face judgm

Cassie entered her home and headed to the dining area. Setting her bag on the couch, she poured a glass of water, drank it all as she was quite thirsty. Meanwhile, Anderson, with a cute smile, was chopping vegetables. Cassie, noticing this, spoke softly, offering her help, but Anderson declined, mentioning he was almost done.Cassie relaxed, her face buried in the table, overcome with emotion. Anderson, noticing a mark on her cheeks, dropped what he was holding, concerned. He asked gently, "What happened to your cheeks?"Cassie, sounding suspicious, replied, "Uh, nothing," adjusting her hair to cover the marks. Anderson pressed, "Who slapped you?" seriousness clouding his voice."No one," she said, "I wasn't paying attention and ran into a door," raising more suspicions in Anderson's mind. He casually nodded, trying to make her feel comfortable."Let me get a quick shower; I'll be back for dinner," she said, leaving his sight and dismissing the conversation.Anderson, noting her depar

Cassie's eyes widened in desperation as she struggled to shout one last time for help. Anderson's face contorted with fury as he yelled, "Hey you! Get your filthy hands off my wife!" His brow furrowed, and his jaw clenched tightly.Moving closer to Cassie's, Anderson's expression softened with concern as he reached out his hands to help her up from the ground. His eyes darted between Cassie and the thugs, a mix of protectiveness and anger evident in his gaze.Her face showed a mixture of pain and relief as she responded softly, "I'm fine, Anderson." Her lips trembled slightly, but she managed a small, grateful smile."I don't care who the hell you are," one of the men spat out, his brows furrowed in defiance. "But I'll advise you, if you don't want to get your ass whooped, you'll get out of here right now."Cassie's eyes widened with fear as she pleaded softly, "Please, Anderson, be careful." She could see the determination etched on his face as he signaled for her to move behind him

Chapter Nine: Cassie felt jittery as she dialed Natalie's number, hoping her friend would pick up. "Hey, Nat, can we meet at our usual spot?" she asked, her voice shaky with worry.Natalie had already gotten there, sitting quietly as Cassie spotted her from across the room. "Hey, Nat," Cassie said with a relieved smile, joining her friend at the table."Hey, Cassie, what's wrong? You seem stressed," Natalie said, concern evident on her face.Cassie took a deep breath before answering, feeling the weight of her troubles. "I... I'm not sure. It's just... everything feels overwhelming lately," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.Natalie reached out and squeezed Cassie's hand, her brow furrowing with concern. "So, did your dad pay the bills or not?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry. "I'm not sure. I think he did, but he's terrified of Winnie, so he might have lied," she admitted, a hint of fear in her eyes.Nat nodded, her expression softening with understanding. "Wel