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Cassian had no choice but to hand the money over to Dakota. Someone had found out about their affair, and he couldn’t risk his relationship with Amara. To Cassian, five million dollars was nothing. He already had people handling the mess at his fertility center, coordinating closely with the authorities. Sooner or later, his finances and business would fall back into place. “This is the money Ms. Valentine instructed me to prepare,” Amara’s assistant said as he approached the van, carrying three duffel bags. Dakota sat beside Cassian, fidgeting, unsure of what to do. Cassian unzipped the bags—each was packed with bundles of hundred-dollar bills. A soft notification tone came from Dakota’s phone. “B-boss, my blackmailer just sent new instructions,” Dakota said nervously. Blackmailer: ‘Bring the money to Botany Park. Place the three bags under the third bench past the fountain. Walk away. Do not look back.’ Cassian’s jaw tightened as he read the message. Being outplayed by some
Amara Under normal circumstances, Cassian could have easily secured funding from his business associates and partners. However, the scandal had changed everything. The same people who used to enjoy being around him were now keeping their distance, not wanting to mess up their own reputations by being linked to him. Fifteen hours after my last exchange with Dakota, Cassian called. I stared at my phone, already suspecting why he was reaching out. “Hello?” I answered. “Love…” His voice wavered, low and uneasy. “What’s wrong? You sound upset.” A long pause stretched between us before he spoke again. “I… I was wondering if I could borrow some money,” he hesitated. “Could you help me out?” There was shame in his voice. In all our years together, Cassian had never asked me for financial help. He’d always been the provider, the one with resources to spare. “Of course, love,” I said lightly. “You don’t even have to pay me back. I’ll send you a hundred dollars through your money app.”
I accepted Ivan’s proposal—mainly because it felt like the direction we were heading anyway. And after finding out about Cassian’s betrayal, nothing was left tying me to him. He was out of my life, out of my heart. Ivan told me the ring he gave was chosen by his mother. That detail alone gave me some comfort… maybe his family had honestly liked me. I looked up and met his gaze. “I accept, Ivan. But I need a little time to untangle my heart from everything that’s happened. Jumping from one love to another isn’t something I want to rush. I just… need space to process it all.” There was a flicker in his eyes. Understanding, yes… and something like regret. “I completely understand,” he said. “But I want you to know—you don’t have to shoulder this on your own. Whatever comes next, I’d like to be part of it. Let me help carry the load and protect what we’re building together.” That night, we danced. We sang along to songs from our younger years, shared three bottles of wine, and laughe
Ivan didn’t say where we were going, so I was surprised when the car stopped at the port, right in front of a massive yacht, lit up with hundreds of lights. It looked like something straight out of a dream, just sitting there, waiting. “You rented a yacht?” I asked, still staring at the impressive vessel. “Not quite,” he said with a grin. “I bought the experience. Thought it might be a nice way to get to know you better again without any distractions.” “Wow. Mr. Voltaire is showing off,” I teased. He chuckled and gently tapped the tip of my nose. “Well, it has been years since we last saw each other properly. I figured I owed you something a bit more memorable. I know things have been rough for you lately, and I’ve noticed you’re finally choosing yourself. I admire that.” His words caught me off guard. I didn’t think he’d actually get it—what I’d been dealing with lately. But somehow, he did. And just like that, this warm feeling crept into my chest, like I was finally being seen
“I can’t believe Cassian would do something like that!” my mom exclaimed as we talked after dinner. She was flipping through the news on the Doyles’ fertility center. “What about the wedding?” she asked. “It’s not happening anymore, Mom,” I said, sipping my tea like the topic didn’t affect me at all. She let out a sigh. “Well, it’s good you found out who he really is.” “I’m grateful to Dr. Gazelle Sinclair,” I said quietly, reaching for her hand. “She’s the one who told me about Cassian’s mistress… and the truth about that facility.” I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Mom, I’m taking you to Europe with me. I’m likely marrying Ivan Voltaire soon, and I don’t want you getting caught up in all this mess with Cassian and the Doyles.” “About Ivan, wasn’t he the one your dad introduced you to before?” she asked, her brow lifting slightly. “Yes. But we had a misunderstanding back then,” I admitted. I paused for a moment, my thoughts drifting. If that misunderstanding hadn’t happened,
“Are you two okay?” I approached Cassian and Jill, noting the tension radiating between them. The two exchanged a quick, uneasy look. Jill’s discomfort was obvious—Cassian’s even more so. “Are you two fighting?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light but curious. Jill gave her brother a sharp look, then turned on her heel and walked off, clearly annoyed. She brushed past me without saying a word and left the garden. I turned to Cassian. “What did you say to her?” “Nothing that wasn’t true.” His jaw was set, but I caught the flicker of regret in his eyes. But I knew better. Her pride was wounded after Cassian discussed what had happened between Jill and her husband. Trying to shift the conversation, he asked, “Anyway… did you just get here?” “Yeah. I was looking for you both. I noticed only Ms. Lane was left at your table.” Guilt flickered across Cassian’s face, but it was quickly replaced by something that looked a lot like relief. When we returned to the pavilion, I could fee