Chapter One
Cassie remembered the flutter in her stomach, not the baby, but her excitement. She had left the doctor’s office with trembling hands pressed against her belly and joy swelling in her chest. The test results were real. She was pregnant. Her child... Their child... A heartbeat had flickered on that screen, a tiny life pulsing inside her. And for the first time in a long while, she had felt hope. Hope that things would change. Maybe this was the miracle that could fix the pieces of her broken marriage. That maybe, just maybe, Raymond would look at her with love again. She had held the ultrasound printout in her hands the whole way home, rehearsing how she’d tell him. She couldn't even stop smiling. Her first real smile was in months. But as she stepped into the house, everything changed. Something seemed off. The door hadn’t been locked, and the curtains were drawn. What's going on? And then she heard it. Grunting... Moaning... Flesh against flesh. At first, her brain refused to accept it. She thought it was the TV, or maybe she was imagining it. But her feet moved forward, step by step, one breath at a time until the truth unfolded in front of her like a slow, cruel nightmare. There they were... he was there... on their bed, between the sheets she had once called home. Her husband, the man she had loved. The man she had given her fortune, her heart, and now, her unborn child. And above him, moving with no shame was Rachael... her best friend. Cassie didn’t scream. At first, she just stood there in silence. Frozen to even speak. Her heart didn’t break all at once. It shattered in delayed echoes, like the aftershocks of an earthquake. Rachael looked up first, her expression unbothered, even smug. She didn’t even bother to cover herself, nor did she flinch. Raymond, on the other hand, just groaned and pushed Rachael off him, not in shame but in irritation. “What the hell are you doing home early?” he spat. Cassie’s mouth parted. But no words came out. Just air and disbelief. Her fingers crumpled the ultrasound photo in her hand. “ I-I was coming to tell you—” Her voice was barely a whisper. “I’m pregnant.” Rachael just laughed. It sounded like a mock. Cassie felt her knees wobble, and she nearly collapsed. Raymond rolled his eyes. “Pregnant? That’s stupid.” Cassie took a step forward. “How could you… with her? She was...she’s... Rachael, I trusted you!” Rachael rolled off the bed, grabbing a robe that belonged to Cassie. “Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming. You’ve been nothing but a burden for the last three years.” Cassie’s voice rose now, trembling. “I put up with your family’s insults! Your mother always calls me useless, and your sister says I wasn’t good enough. But I stayed... For you.” Raymond stood, naked, with no shame in his stance. “I never asked you to. You were always desperate to prove yourself. You married me like I was your savior.” “No!” Cassie cried. “I married you because I loved you.” Raquel snorted. “Yeah, well, love doesn’t buy happiness. Wealth does! And you didn't have that anymore. What's the use of you?” The words struck like blades. Cassie felt something twist inside her stomach. Her hand instinctively reached down. “Please…” Her voice cracked, tears spilling. “I’m carrying your child.” Raymond scoffed. “Not anymore, you’re not. I don't believe you.” Before she could react, he shoved her hard. Cassie stumbled backward, her foot catching on the edge of the rug. She suddenly fell with a loud thud. The pain in her abdomen was instant and blinding like fire tearing through her insides. "Aaaaggghhhhh!" She screamed in pain. Blood soaked through her jeans and panic settled in. She reached out, begging and sobbing. “Help me… please… Take me to the hospital…” Rachael stared at her, expressionless. Raymond just picked up a cigarette from the nightstand and lit it, ignoring her cries, and they walked out. They left her there bleeding, screaming, alone. ********* Cassie didn’t remember how she managed to call Harlow, her best friend. Her vision blurred with tears and agony, her fingers slippery with blood. She had pressed her friend’s number and barely whispered the words. Harlow came to her rescue. Thank God, he came. The next hours were a blur of white lights, urgent voices, and sterile smells. But nothing drowned out the single sentence that tore her soul apart: “I’m sorry, Miss McCarthy. We couldn’t save the baby.” Cassie didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She just… ceased. Everything inside her went still. ********* Now, a few days later, she stood before what used to be her home. The rain had begun to fall, slow at first, then heavier. Her hair clung to her skin, her clothes were soaked, and her heels sank slightly into the muddy gravel. Before her, on the steps of the mansion, lay her belongings, scattered and tossed. Her dresses, her notebooks, her shoes, her letters. Some are in boxes, and some are thrown in garbage bags like trash. On top of the pile sat an envelope. Inside: "Divorce papers." Cassie stood there, not able to move a muscle. Her body shook, not just from the cold but from devastation. They hadn’t even bothered to tell her. They had discarded her like trash. Was that her life now? And somehow, that hurt more than the cheating, more than the miscarriage, more than the betrayal. It was the utter disregard. Like she had never mattered. Her hands trembled as she pulled the envelope open. Her name is printed in bold black letters. A signature line waiting for her. Cassie stared at it for a long time. The pen felt heavy as she pulled it from her bag. Then, with a trembling hand, she signed. Her tears mixed with the rain, dripping onto the paper, smudging her name. Maybe this is for the best. She told herself that lie, but it didn’t feel like freedom. It felt like a funeral. Like her end. She looked up at the house one last time. There they were... Raymond and Rachael are on the balcony, watching her. Rachael was smirking as Raymond had his arm around her waist. Cassie stared at them through the rain. Something inside her gave way. Not anger! Not hatred! Just… emptiness. She turned around to leave. She left everything. Her jewelry, her photos, her shoes. She didn’t need any of it. She had already lost what mattered... her child. ******* The rain pounded harder on Cassie as she walked. She didn’t know where she was going. Or what she was supposed to do with her life now. The city blurred around her, cars splashing water as they passed, neon lights bleeding into the storm. But none mattered to her. She walked with her arms wrapped around herself, sobbing, trembling, whispering prayers she didn’t believe in. Maybe it’s time to go. Maybe I should die. Maybe I’ll see them again—Mom… Dad… my baby. She stepped into the street without looking. She was ready to let everything go. Death is the solution now for her. There was a scream. The a horn, and then a screech of tires, followed by impact. Cassie flew across the street as the world spun around her. Pain lanced through her side, her head hit the pavement, and the taste of blood filled her mouth. And yet… she smiled. Finally! The pain was fading, her vision growing dim. She felt warm... Weightless. She was ready to go. She was leaving to meet those who truly cared about her... her parents! But... Cassie suddenly saw something strange in her blurred vision. A tall man, pale, impossibly handsome, stood above her in the pouring rain, staring down at her with unreadable eyes but concern written all over his face. He wasn’t a doctor! Not a paramedic! He wore a blue tuxedo. And he didn’t speak. He just watched her. Or... he was speaking, but Cassie wasn't hearing anything. Cassie blinked through the haze as she tried to speak one last time. “Are you… The... Grim... Reaper?” she choked out as blood spewed from her mouth. Cassie tried to laugh through her pain, but no words came out of her again. The darkness soon claimed her, and she went limp. Death was within her reach now.Cassie frowned, tugging lightly at the hem of her dress. Why does he look like he’s about to walk into battle instead of dinner with his family? “Are you going to tell me why you’ve been wearing that face since this morning?” she asked, breaking the silence. Her voice was light, teasing, but underneath, it carried genuine curiosity. Nikolai turned his head slightly, his eyes flicking to hers before moving back to what he was doing. “It’s nothing.” Cassie arched a brow. “Nothing? Nik, you’ve been brooding since your mother called, and after you came back from work. Don’t tell me it’s nothing. You’re acting like you’re about to get ambushed.” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he exhaled slowly and adjusted his tie, buying himself time. “Like I said, Mom said she wanted us at dinner tonight. That’s all.” Cassie tilted her head. “That’s all? Then why are you looking like you’re about to be cross-examined in a murder trial?” Nikolai’s lips twitched, but he didn’t smile. His sile
In his little secret apartment, the phones wouldn’t stop ringing. Raymond sat slumped in his study, an untouched glass of whiskey sweating on the desk. He hadn’t answered a single call all morning, but when the shrill tone came again, he finally snapped and picked it up. It was his mother. “Raymond! What the hell is going on this time around?” her sharp voice came through the line. “The family name is being dragged through the mud! Investors are calling your father. Reporters are calling ME! Do you understand the disgrace you’re bringing on us?” Raymond pinched the bridge of his nose, his temples throbbing. “Mother, like I said, I’m handling it.” “Handling it?!” she barked. “You’re letting your mistress embarrass us! You should have gotten rid of Rachael the moment she started pulling you down. She’s a liability!” Before he could answer, another voice chimed in... his sister, who had clearly taken the phone from her mother. “Ray, she’s right. Rachael’s trash now. Cut her
On the other side of the city, chaos was still brewing. Inside the towering Vanderbilt Corporation, Raymond’s voice thundered through the halls.He slammed his palm against the conference table, eyes wild, face flushed with fury. His executives... men and women who once cowered at his sharp commands... looked at him now with a mix of disdain and disrespect. “What the hell is going on?!” Raymond barked, his voice cracking with raw frustration. “Why is the problem still not solved? Do I pay you to fuck around or what?!”No one dared to answer immediately. The silence was suffocating. They've tried to calm the media over the past few weeks, and things are looking much better for the company. But it seemed they weren't doing enough. Because things continue to get messy for them.Finally, one brave manager cleared his throat.“S-sir, the news cycle hasn’t stopped. Every outlet is still running the story about the faulty digital screen on Fifth Avenue. They’re calling it negligence,
The Vanderbilt estate had been tranquil that morning. Well, everyone tried to pretend everything was okay. Raymond had just begun to patch together the fragments of his shattered empire, scrambling to project control again after weeks of chaos.But before he could breathe, another storm hit.This time, it wasn’t him... it was Rachael.The entertainment world woke up to an explosion. Headlines screamed across every platform:“Scandal in the Industry: Actress Rachael Brown, Also Known As The Vixen, Caught in Hotel Tryst with Mystery Older Man!”#RachaelExposed.#VanderbiltScandal.#SleepingYourWayToTheTop.Thousands of posts spread like wildfire. Screenshots. Blurred yet unmistakable photos of Rachael in a dimly lit hotel room, tangled in sheets, her bare skin exposed beside a man at least twice her age.The angle was grainy, but the implication was crystal clear.And with the internet being merciless, the captions wrote themselves:> “So THIS is how she got her roles.”“Sleeping her
Rachael hurried down the corridor as she left Raymond’s office, her pulse racing in her throat. Tonight, there had been something unhinged in his eyes, something that told her if she stayed too close, she would get burned with him.She slipped into the elevator, her reflection staring back at her from the mirrored walls. For years, she had told herself that standing by Raymond was worth it... the money, the power, and the prestige attached to his name. But as she studied the tension in her face with so fear, she realized something she had never dared admit.If Raymond went down, she would go down with him.And she wasn’t ready to be collateral damage.When the doors opened on the lobby floor, Rachael was greeted by chaos.Reporters clustered near the entrance, shouting questions to anyone who looked remotely connected to the company. Cameras flashed like lightning, and several employees ducked their heads as they hurried past, afraid of being recognized.“Rachael!” one of the jo
Raymond slammed the phone onto his desk so hard that the screen cracked. The sharp sound echoed through his office, but he didn’t care. His chest rose and fell violently, every breath scraping his throat like fire. “She thinks she can talk to me like that?” he muttered under his breath, pacing across the wide room like a caged animal. “She thinks she can throw me away and then watch me fall?” The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him reflected his image back at him. He barely recognized the man staring back. "Raymond, calm down..." Rachael tried to speak after a while. “Not now!” Raymond barked. He whipped around, his eyes bloodshot. He looked nothing like the powerful CEO he once was. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, Rachael!” he spat. “Do you realize what’s happening? The board is threatening to pull out, investors are withdrawing, and every damn headline in the city is dragging my name through the mud! And now...” his voice broke into a bitter laugh, “...now Cassie thi