Se connecterArielle’s POVI stood quietly, watching Soraya as she spoke to Angelina in a low tone.The moment we arrived, the sky had already dimmed into evening, and the place was glowing with soft golden lights that made everything look… beautiful and different.Angelina had been waiting for us at the entrance.She greeted Soraya like they were close, as if they had known each other for years instead of barely speaking.And when her eyes landed on me,I felt it.The shift that was followed by a silent judgment.Her eyes said it all. She was silently questioning who the hell I was and why I was there.“And she is…?” she asked with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.“My little sister, Arielle. She’ll be helping us around.”The moment Soraya said that, Angelina’s expression changed.It was quick, almost too quick to notice if I wasn't paying attention.But I saw it.The warmth disappeared, and her smile faltered.And before I could even react, she grabbed Soraya’s hand and pulled her
Cassian’s POV I didn’t even realize how late it had gotten until the door to my office swung open without a knock. Only one person did that. “Tell me you didn’t forget.” I didn’t even look up from the file in my hand. “Get out.” Slash chuckled as he walked in. “No, seriously,” he said, stopping in front of my desk. “Don’t tell me you forgot about the wine party.” I sighed and dropped the file on the desk before finally looking at him. The damn bastard looked like he was already ready to attend a damn fashion show. He had on a fitted black suit tailored perfectly to his body, with a crisp white shirt underneath. The top two buttons were undone, like he was trying too hard to look effortless. His hair was styled neatly, slightly pushed back, and his shoes were polished enough to reflect my irritated face. “You look ridiculous,” I muttered. “And you look like a man who is about to ruin a very important connection,” he shot back. “I’m not going.” He blinked.“W
Soraya’s POV I dragged my suitcase onto the bed and unzipped it, a smile slowly spreading across my face as I began pulling clothes from my wardrobe. I didn’t even know why I was smiling this much. Maybe it was excitement. Maybe it was hope. Or maybe… it was just the feeling that something... anything... was finally going to change. Because for once, life wasn’t just about surviving. It felt like an opportunity. A real one. Still… I paused, holding a dress in my hands. “What if it’s a scam?” I muttered under my breath. Angelina and I weren’t exactly best friends. Back in high school, I had friends. Real ones. People I laughed with, studied with, and even shared secrets with. Angelina… She was just there. She was loud, pretty, and very friendly. She was also always surrounded by attention. And always using people when it suited her. Even after graduation, we barely spoke unless she needed something.So when she called me out of nowhere asking if I wa
Slash’s POV I still couldn’t believe this bastard had dragged me along. A whole dinner. A whole damn *date*. And not just any date—one with a high-class heiress whose name alone could move markets. I had no say in it. Absolutely none. The moment we stepped into the restaurant, I already knew who owned the place. The place screamed money, from the lighting to the quiet music, even the way the staff moved like they were trained to breathe in elegance. And then there was her. Tricia. She stood up the moment she saw us, surprise flickering across her face when her eyes landed on me. But just as quickly, it vanished, replaced by a perfect smile. Exactly what you would expect from someone of her status. “Cassian,” she greeted warmly before shifting her gaze to me. “And… Mr. Johnson. I’m glad you could make it.” Like I was *invited*. I forced a polite smile. “The pleasure is mine.” It wasn’t! Not even a little.We took our seats, and from that moment on, I knew
Cassian’s POV “You look very distracted. Are you okay?” Slash asked, his tone softer than usual as he leaned back in his chair across from me. I sighed and straightened in my seat, rolling my shoulders as if that alone could shake off the weight sitting on my chest. “Have you ever felt like everything going on in your life… isn’t how it’s supposed to be?” I asked, my voice low, almost careless. He smirked immediately, as if I had just handed him a joke. “Absolutely,” he said, nodding. “Because I know for a fact I wasn’t meant to inherit shit from my parents. If they had a second child, that life would be his, and I’d be somewhere traveling the world, drinking expensive liquor and flirting with danger.” I gave him a murderous glare. “What?” he asked, raising a brow. “That’s not what I mean,” I muttered. What he felt was completely different. He felt trapped in a life he didn’t want. I… I felt like I was in the wrong one entirely.Like something was missing. Like
Cassian’s POV I was about to shut my laptop and finally call it a night when my phone buzzed loudly on my desk. “Yeah?” I answered coldly, already regretting the interruption. “Cassian, your parents insist you come home immediately,” Rudolph's voice said. “It’s important. No further details.” I ran a hand through my hair. It was late. I was exhausted. I hadn’t slept properly in two nights. The thought of leaving the office, letting all the pending files sit while I handled some vague parental scheme, filled me with a mixture of frustration and dread. “Fine,” I muttered. “I’m leaving.” By the time I pulled into the driveway, my mood had worsened. More cars than usual were parked outside. Guards I hadn’t seen before lined the path to the front door. The extra lights reflecting off polished vehicles made my stomach twist. Something was definitely up. Rudolph opened the door before I could, lowering his voice as I stepped in. “Sir… uphold the family manners tonight. Your p
Soraya’s POV“I’m back.”Arielle’s voice echoed from downstairs.The moment I heard it, the clothes I was folding dropped from my hands onto the bed. My heart jumped as I rushed out of my room and down the stairs two at a time.The second my eyes landed on her, relief flooded through me so strongly
Arielle’s POV I stood outside the company gates like a fool.Tears streamed down my cheeks no matter how hard I tried to blink them away. The guards had already gone back inside, and the lobby doors were closed. People walked past me as if I were invisible.Cassian had been right there.Right in
Arielle’s POV My head was pounding. But I couldn’t stop writing. My fingers moved nonstop, ink scratching across the pages as if the words would disappear if I didn’t trap them fast enough. It felt unreal. But I remembered. I remembered everything. The moment Mom said she might be pro
Slash’s POV“Sir, the bank called to inform us that the check cleared,” one of my guards said calmly as he focused on the road ahead.For a second, I thought I had misheard him.Then I laughed.A low, disbelieving sound left my chest as I leaned back against the leather seat, tilting my head slight







