MasukChapter 3: The kiss before the goodbye
The morning sun did little to ease the storm swirling inside me. I was halfway through the gates of campus when Jasper stepped out from behind his car like some ghost refusing to stay buried. “Elena,” he called, blocking my path. “I know you’re doing all this to spite me, but I still love you.” I stopped, arms crossed, my bag sliding off my shoulder. “Did you just say love? Come on, Jasper. You don’t get to talk about love, not after the way you betrayed me.” He exhaled like a wounded child, but I wasn’t falling for the act, not anymore. “Elena,” he pleaded, stepping closer. “You know I don’t love Cas. I just need her wealth and I want you by my side. Why don’t we continue what we had even while I’m married to her? After a year or so, I’ll divorce her and marry you.” I stared at him, stunned. My silence was not agreement, it was disgust turning into fury. “You are evil, Jasper. Playing with her heart like that and now you want me to be what? Your mistress? In your dreams.” His expression twisted, mouth tightening as though he was offended I would dare judge him. “Don’t defend Cas. I know how she and her mom have made your life hell. Let’s join forces Elena and ruin them together.” I laughed not out of humour but disbelief. “Even if I wanted revenge, I wouldn’t stoop that low. Especially not with you because you are not any different. You’re a cheat, a disloyal and manipulative man.” He smirked looking as arrogant as ever. “I know you still love me and you can’t stay away from me for long.” “Keep dreaming, Jasper. We’re done and I’ve moved on.” His eyes flickered with something darker, like possession then he gave a half-smile and strutted back to his car. “We’ll see about that, sweetheart.” And just like that, he drove off, leaving behind fumes and unwanted memories. I pushed past the buzzing in my head and made it to class, but his words gnawed at me. How could I ever have fallen for someone like that? My final year of medical school should’ve been filled with focus and dedication, not betrayal and a manipulative ex who didn’t know how to let go. By the time I got home, my head was pounding. I took a long shower and wrapped myself in my robe, trying to forget Jasper’s face. I needed something.....anything that could change my mood. As if the universe heard me, the doorbell rang. The dress had arrived. I rushed to the door, my heart quickening. When I opened the box, my breath caught. The dress was nothing short of breathtaking. It was designed in black and gold sequins that shimmered under the light. It was elegant, yet daring, with a slit that hinted at power and confidence. My fingers trailed over the smooth fabric as awe curled inside me. How did Nathan know my size? How did he know this was the exact dress that would make me feel... radiant? I slipped it on and it hugged me in all the right places. The slit revealed just enough thigh to tease, while the neckline showcased my collarbones like I was carved out of ambition and fire. My reflection in the mirror startled me. I didn’t look like the girl Jasper had broken rather I looked like a woman who had been rebuilt to look sharper, bolder and untouchable. The jewelry that came with it sparkled like stardust. I added light makeup and styled my hair into soft curls and even my favourite heels, ones I hadn’t worn in a year, seemed to bow to the occasion. At exactly 6:58 PM, the limo pulled up. Nathan stepped out, looking sinfully handsome in a sleek black suit. His hair was combed back, and his eyes..... those relentless eyes held something between admiration and desire. “My pretend-date is looking so gorgeous,” he said with a half-smile. “You sent the dress,” I replied, blushing. “That’s what brought out the beauty.” He stepped closer, his gaze dropping from my eyes to my lips and then down my body. “Not exactly, i guess you don’t know how pretty you are, Elena with or without the dress.” I knew that look. It felt dangerous, lingering and so familiar. I slipped into the car before it could burn me. Inside the limo, the air thickened with tension. He kept staring. Every time I glanced at him, I found him already watching me. “Nathan,” I asked, finally breaking the silence, “why do you keep staring at me like that?” “I can’t seem to get over you, Lena,” he murmured. My heart skipped a beat. “Well, you will. This is a pretend date, remember? It’s not real.” He leaned in, voice darker now. “Then why don’t we use this time to continue from where we stopped that night?” I opened my mouth to object, but his lips silenced me. His kiss was nothing like Jasper’s, it didn’t demand rather it devoured and every second pulled me deeper. He traced my bare back with his fingers, then gently tugged me onto his lap. The limo hummed forward, but inside, time stood still. He kissed me like I was the air he had been starving for. And maybe, I was. I couldn’t resist. I wanted to give in. His hands danced across my back then...... my thighs. My body melted into his and I kissed him harder, our lips tingling and our hearts thudding. He whispered my name against my neck like it was the answer to a question he’d been dying to ask. Then......... “Hmmmm........" a sound of someone clearing their throat. "We’ve arrived,” the driver who was also Nathan’s best friend and personal assistant announced flatly. I jerked off Nathan’s lap, my cheeks flaming like fire. He straightened up, ran a hand through his hair then adjusted his jacket. I touched up my lips quickly, silently praying my dress hadn’t wrinkled. We stepped out of the limo and flashes erupted like fireworks. Paparazzi, reporters all looking like a bunch of hungry wolves. “Is she your girlfriend?” “Isn’t she Jasper’s ex?” “Where did you two meet?” Nathan didn’t flinch. He just placed his hand at the small of my back and guided me inside like I was royalty. His presence next to me made me feel shielded and desired. Inside, the buzz shifted. All eyes turned to us. Whispers trailed behind every step we took. Nathan was quickly swarmed by businessmen, shaking hands and exchanging empty pleasantries. I remained poised, but every now and then, I felt his eyes flicker towards me, as if reminding me that I was the most important part of his night. Then came a familiar face, Mr. Cain, Nathan’s father. “Son! How have you been?” he said, patting Nathan’s shoulder. “I see you forgot about your old man.” Nathan chuckled. “Never, Dad. You know how business gets.” Mr. Cain’s eyes shifted to me, his expression curious. “And who might this beautiful young lady be? Wait... isn’t she Jasper’s ex?” “Yes, Dad,” Nathan said without hesitation. “I came across her... and I liked her, we’re dating now.” The older man’s brows rose, but he didn’t protest. “Well, well... you have taste. Elena, is it? You’re welcome. We were supposed to meet you when we got back from Singapore, but then we heard about the breakup. I’m sorry Jasper did that to you.” I gave a polite smile. “I’m fine, Mr. Cain. Nathan has been... taking very good care of me.” He laughed and clapped his son’s back. “That’s my boy.” The night passed with toasts, compliments, and too many curious glances. Then came the inevitable. Jasper walked in with Cas on his arm. I didn’t flinch. I looked straight ahead, my head held high. But I saw their faces, the shock, the jealousy and the unspoken war. I had won this round. But the victory was short-lived. After the party ended, Nathan escorted me back to the limo. We drove in silence for a while, the hum of the engine was the only sound between us. I glanced at him, expecting warmth, mischief or anything... but what I saw chilled me. His eyes had gone blank and cold. “Elena...” he began, voice detached, “let’s not meet again.” I blinked. “What?” “I used you to get into that party. My mission’s accomplished. So let’s not... complicate things. Don’t call. Don’t wait. This was just a one-time thing.” He didn’t even look at me as he spoke. He just... gestured for me to leave. I sat frozen, disbelief hitting me harder than the kiss we ever had. “What... what are you saying?” He sighed, eyes still avoiding mine. “I needed someone to make a statement tonight. That’s all.” My throat tightened. My chest burned. “So you used me... just like Jasper?” No reply. I climbed out slowly, heels scraping the pavement. My legs wobbled, but I didn’t stumble. I wouldn’t give him that. He didn’t say goodbye. He didn’t even wait to see me enter the house. The limo pulled away, red taillights vanishing into the dark like everything good in my life lately. I stood there, under the dim porch light, a black-and-gold goddess had been stripped of her crown. I have been used....... Again. And this time... it hurt ten times more.Chapter 340The red light blinked softly on my phone screen, steady and unassuming, like a heartbeat. Recording. I sat alone in the study, the curtains drawn even though it was barely past noon. Sunlight pressed against the heavy fabric, determined to intrude, but I needed the darkness. Darkness made it easier to see clearly. Darkness hid expressions—hers and mine. Beatrice Rivers appeared on my screen, walking into the east wing of my father’s mansion as though she still owned the place. As though his blood had not dried beneath her lies. As though she had not shattered what little remained of my childhood with a smile sharp enough to cut bone. She wore cream today. Always cream when she wanted to appear harmless. Soft. Maternal. I zoomed in. Her heels clicked against the marble floor—measured, confident. She paused near the fireplace, checking her reflection in the mirror above it, smoothing a wrinkle that didn’t exist. Then she turned, her smile blooming like poison ivy as a
Chapter 339That’s when my phone buzzed.A text from Cass.“I moved out. I couldn’t stay there anymore. I need to find my own life. I told you before. I’m done letting her control me.”I closed my eyes for a second.Pride.Relief.Fear.All mixed together.Cass was stronger than she thought.But that also meant…Beatrice was alone.Which made her more dangerous.Good.I thought.Which creates more room for mistakes.I moved quickly.I didn’t have much time.I pulled out the small, discreet surveillance equipment I had prepared.Tiny cameras.Hidden microphones.Devices so small they could disappear into decor.I worked like a professional.Living room.Above a bookshelf.Facing the main seating area.Office.Behind a decorative clock.Bedroom hallway.Near the stairs.Kitchen.Laundry area.Even near the back entrance.I placed them in strategic places.My heart raced the entire time.Not from fear.From focus.Every click of a device felt like planting a flag.This is my territory to
Chapter 338Then that meant someone else was standing in the shadows.Someone we hadn’t named yet.Someone closer than we wanted to believe.The room felt colder.Nathan finally said what we were all thinking.“Which means,” he said slowly, “our enemy might not be where we expect them to be.”I sat there while the conversation continued around me.Lucian and Nathan debated logistics.Matthew talked about surveillance.Frank spoke about tightening security.Ava asked questions.Liam offered theories.But my mind…My mind had already gone somewhere else.Somewhere darker.Somewhere personal.Beatrice.The name burned quietly in my chest.I didn’t say it.Not out loud.Because saying it would make it real.Because accusing her without proof would be exactly what she wanted — to look like the victim. To twist the story. To plant doubt.She thrived on chaos.On playing the grieving wife.On pretending to be the misunderstood stepmother.But I knew her too well.I had seen the way her eyes
Chapter 337We gathered in the main living room.Nathan didn’t sit.Neither did Matthew.Both men stood like generals over a war table, even though there was no table. Only questions. Only uncertainty.I sat beside Lucian and Carmen, keeping a close eye on her. Her color was better, but stress still clung to her like a shadow.Frank took a seat across from me, his eyes never leaving my face.Ava perched on the arm of a chair, restless.Liam stood near the wall, quiet, observant.Nathan finally spoke.“Let’s start from facts,” he said. “Not emotions. Not guesses. Facts.”He looked at me. “Three tires punctured. Nails placed deliberately. Gunmen waiting. Pilots drugged earlier. Coordinated timing.”Matthew added, “Which means this was planned days in advance.”Lucian’s jaw tightened. “Someone knew our movements.”The room went quiet.That truth sat heavy.Nathan continued, “Which brings us to the only people with motive and history.”All eyes turned toward Matthew.He didn’t hesitate.“
Chapter 336The hardness in his face evaporated, replaced by a profound, paternal tenderness.“And you,” Matthew said softly, stepping toward her. “How is the little one?”Carmen gave a small, fragile smile. “We’re both still here, sir.”Matthew shook his head, taking her hand in both of his. “None of that ‘sir’ business. You are an Evans now. Which means you and that baby are my responsibility. You aren't alone in this, Carmen. Not ever.”Carmen’s eyes overflowed then, and she gave a tiny, nodding sob.Ava rushed into the space next, nearly tackling me. “You don’t get to die on your honeymoon, Elena! That is a gross violation of our friendship contract!” She was half-laughing, half-sobbing, her hands frantically checking my pulse out of habit.“I’ll try to keep future vacations more boring,” I joked, though my voice was shaky.Then, there was Liam. He stood back, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, looking like a man who still wasn't sure he deserved to be in the frame.
Chapter 335 Two hours later, we were tucked away in a private lounge at the Cabo airport. We had abandoned the idea of a private jet; it was too easy to track, too easy to sabotage. Instead, Nathan’s security team had cleared a First Class cabin on a commercial flight—anonymity in a crowd. I hated it. I hated the way we looked over our shoulders. I hated the way Nathan’s hand never left mine—his grip wasn't tight, but it was constant, a tether to reality. The flight was a vacuum of time. Carmen spent the duration with her head on Lucian’s shoulder, a blanket pulled up to her chin. She was shielding the life growing inside her from the cold reality of our situation. Lucian sat perfectly still, his eyes fixed on the cabin door, a silent sentinel who looked ready to tear the door off its hinges if someone breathed wrong. Nathan stared out at the clouds for hours, his jaw working as he chewed through a thousand different scenarios. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the rhy







