Cassandra’s POV Jordyn was hovering in a corner, a drink in hand, watching the people in his living room with an expressionless face. My heart lurched. This wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. I wasn’t looking forward to telling Jordyn what I’d just heard. His mother was a liar and a criminal. She’d tried to kill his own grandfather and blackmailed his fiancé. She was cheating on her husband, Jordyn’s father, with a man half her age.No one wanted to be the bearer of THAT sort of news. Dillon’s held my hand firmly as we made our way through the crowd towards Jordyn. He saw us approaching. His expression didn’t change. “Come to pay your respects?” he sighed heavily. Then he tossed back his drink in one giant swig. “Good turn out, huh? My grandfather would have been happy.” I could hear the pain in Jordyn’s voice. He had really loved Stanley. Since Jordyn’s own father had been gone a lot of the time, Stanley had been a father f
Cassandra’s POV “Walk away?” I asked, repeated Dillon’s words. What was he saying? I’d just found out that Jordyn’s own mother was plotting to toss his father to curb and keep her inheritance all to herself. She was having an affair with a man half her age. AND she’d tried to poison her own father. I couldn’t just walk away. I had to tell Jordyn what I’d heard. Vivienne was despicable. “I can’t just let her get away with,” I told him. “She’s a criminal. She should be behind bars. Jordyn’s father is going to lose everything. It isn’t right.” “It’s NOT your fight,” Dillon repeated, more adamantly this time. He was visibly perturbed. I stared at him, shocked. Dillon had a good heart. A deep sense of ‘right’ and ‘wrong’. Surely he didn’t actually want me to keep my mouth shut about all of this? “We have to do the right thing,” I told him. He furrowed his brows and sighed deeply. “Cassandra, that family is toxic. I’ve stood b
Cassandra’s POV Maybe I’d misheard him. Ellie was in jail awaiting her court date. She was being charged with multiple crimes, including two accounts of attempted murder: messing with Stanley’s medication and shooting Dillon. Plus kidnapping, of course. They weren’t even allowing her bail this time. After the court date, Ellie would be in jail for a very long time. “I’ll give Ellie what I owe her,” Vivienne sighed. What she owes her? Why would Vivienne owe Ellie anything? “I wouldn’t pay her if I were you. She caused more trouble than she was worth,” the man said. “I agree. But if I don’t pay her, she might talk. And that would be bad for both of us, Brock.” Brock? I couldn’t help it, I snuck another glance into the room. Vivienne and the man had turned, so I was able to see the man’s profile. I recognized him right away this time. Brock. Lisa’s ex-husband. The man that Ellie had cheated on Jordyn
Cassandra’s POV I stared in disbelief, peeking through the crack on the door. The man Vivienne was kissing was definitely NOT her husband, Jordyn’s father, Howard. I couldn’t see who the man was but I motioned for Dillon to keep quiet as I pressed my back against the wall to listen. “I want to be with you, baby,” I heard the man say in between kisses. “We’ve been waiting so long.” “I know,” Vivienne said. “But we just need to wait a little while longer. As soon as my father’s will is read, I can finally leave Howard.” My mind reeled. Vivienne was having an affair? She was literally making out with someone DURING her own father’s celebration of life. This was low. Like, REALLY low. Did Vivienne have no morals? “I have to get back,” Vivienne said. “When’s the reading of the will?” the man asked. “Soon. We just need to wait for the executor of the estate to get back into town. He’s away on business. As so
Cassandra’s POVI was pretty quiet on the ride over to Stanley’s celebration of life. I didn’t know what to say. I’d made a promise to Stanley and I’d made a promise to Dillon. I was well aware of the fact that Stanley would never know one way or the other if I kept his promise. But it felt unethical to break it. Dillon drove with the window open, his elbow propped on the car door. He glanced at me several times, concern on his face. He’d been so amazing through this whole ordeal. My pillar of support. I felt better just having him beside me.We were both still tanned from our Bora Bora holiday. Had it really only been just over a week ago? It felt like a lifetime. He patted me on the leg as we drove up to the house.“Ready?” he asked, putting the car in park.“Not really,” I sighed, looking at the enormous mansion. There were cars everywhere, and people milled about outside the front door. Stanley had been a prominent member of high society for a long time. I wasn’t surprised
Cassandra’s POVIt was a gray day with a steady drizzle of rain. The weather reflected perfectly how I felt. I stood at the cemetery, Dillon’s hand firmly in mine. The pain in my chest was almost unbearable.It was my first real funeral.A limousine pulled up and the pallbearers, including Jordyn, carried the casket to the area where we had all gathered. There was a massive hole in the ground – Stanley’s grave. I couldn’t stop staring at it. That’s where his body would be, in the ground, forever. It was hard to conceive of.The men walked by us, their faces solemn. Stanley’s casket was a deep mahogany.‘His body is inside of that casket,’ I thought to myself morbidly.Once the casket had been set down, the pall bearers joined the rest of Jordyn’s family. Everyone was dressed in black. The air was heavy and sad, as people sniffled and dabbed at their eyes with handkerchiefs. Surprisingly, I didn’t cry. Not during the funeral. Perhaps I had no tears left.Jordyn and his parents stood at