Cassandra. I swallowed hard, unable to mutter a word. My chest was beating faster than normal, and I knew why. A lot of thoughts were already running through my head. How long had Nathan been watching? Just yesterday, his father had his hands in between my legs… Had Nathan seen that? And when Marco massaged my breasts? Or worse, had he been watching when I touched myself, desperate for a release in that red lingerie?Fuck! My stomach twisted. I hadn’t even realized Nathan had created space between us. I couldn’t even raise my head, I felt exposed and sick to my stomach. Embarrassment was slowly turning to anger, who gave him that, right? The urge to scream, shout… I thought he was better. Thought he was the only sane person here. Him asking that question meant he had seen something, and it only made my suspicion of him having an ulterior motive stronger. “Cassandra,” his voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. “I didn’t mean
Cassandra My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sunlight filtering from the windows. I sat up, feeling a little more light-headed than yesterday. Nathan’s offer had kept me thinking all night. I just couldn’t stop wondering… did he have an ulterior motive? Why now? Why helping me all of a sudden? Plenty of questions were flying in my head, but eventually, I came to a conclusion. No matter what his intentions were, I was getting out of here. That was all that mattered. A small tap on my door broke me away from my thoughts. I was still contemplating whether to stand or not when the door creaked open. My heart stopped. For a second, I thought it was Marco. But instead, a maid walked in. She bowed immediately, “I am sorry, ma’am. I thought you were still asleep.” She turned to leave, but I spoke up before I could stop myself. “You are already in…Did Marco send you?” Was I thinking about him that much? No. A maid coming into my room meant Marco
Cassandra I walked out of his office, my head down in SHAME. The only question I could ask myself was, How? How did I constantly let myself be shamed by Marco? Hearing Marco spill those degrading words at me only made me realize how weak I’d become. And I hated it. Hated myself for being so weak and stupid. I felt different. I wasn’t the same Cassandra that used to be witty in her remarks; this new me was literally drooling for someone I hated like a lost puppy. For days I’d let Marco distract me, let him get into my head, but not anymore. I couldn’t bear to stay in this house for up to a year just to be a breeder for Marco and his son. Just like Anna had suggested, I had to find an escape route. Marco wouldn’t suspect I had such intentions given that I have never tried it since that engagement day. It was past 1, and I didn’t bother to shower. I needed to calm my head, I needed to restrategize… so many suffocating thoughts were already running through my he
Marco. There she was again. Cassandra. The bitch that had me riled up all night—draped in a slick nightgown that clung to her body, exposing every curve in layers. I didn’t say a word. I just leaned back on my chair, folding my arms as I kept my gaze fixated on her. She looked like a mess, her hair disheveled, her lips swollen, and anger clearly written on her face, and it made me wonder if she had run straight from her bed… or if she was sleepwalking by this time. “I asked a question, Marco.” She spoke again, her voice louder, “Where were you last night?” A part of me wanted to strode to where she stood, bend her over the wall, and spank her until she came to the realization that she had no right to question me, but instead, “Get out,”I replied flatly, before shifting my attention back to the papers on my desk. I had less than minutes to finish off. “I’m not leaving Marco,” she voiced out, her voice firm as she stepped closer. “You’ll have to tell me how
Cassandra. No response. I couldn’t quite see his face properly in the dark, but I was certain it’s him. I crossed my hands on my chest. “How did you get in?” I asked. Silence. He didn’t even flinch. If not for the light emanating from the windows, I would have thought I was speaking to a ghost, but I wasn't. Marco was seated on that leather chair, his legs crossed and eyes fixated solely on me. And it made me feel so uneasy. I exhaled softly. “So we are keeping mute now?” I voiced out, and knowing I wouldn’t get a response, I continued, “You come into my room sitting like the creep you are and watching me? I’m certain I locked that door! So how did you get in? Or perhaps you snuck in through the window like a thief?” He scoffed…loudly. “You seem to have forgotten this is my house,” he finally spoke, his voice deep and rough. “And so that gives you the right to enter my room even when it was locked?” “You answered the question yourself.” He replied, his
Cassandra The gun slipped from my trembling hands as the echo of the gunshot rang out loud. But it wasn’t mine. My head snapped towards the direction, and that was when I saw him—Nathan. He stood meters away, stretching his gun in our direction. His expression was unreadable as he strode towards us. “Of all days for you all to act your drama, it had to be the day I’m home,” He muttered, like he hadn’t just fired a bullet. I swallowed hard. My beating chest finally calming down, even though I knew the night was just beginning. My gaze flickered to Marco, who was oddly quiet, and he was staring intently at Anna, who still had tears in her eyes. I quickly crouched down to where she knelt, ignoring Marco’s burning gaze. “I’m retiring to bed…” Nathan spoke up, but I didn’t care. My full attention was on Anna. “With my fiancée.” My head snapped as I turned to look at him. Financee? “Excuse me?” “You heard me, but I might as well repeat myself,” he said, hi