LOGIN•Cassie POV•I sat in the car, waiting for Tamara to come out, my pulse racing as my thoughts went back to what Layla had said. How did she know I came to do a DNA test? Did she know something I didn’t?My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as my heart beat faster.I shook my head slowly. “There’s no way she could know that,” I whispered to myself, trying to calm my thoughts. She must have just been guessing. Layla always liked to talk like she knew more than she actually did.Still, the thought refused to leave my head.I was so lost in it that I didn’t notice the passenger door open until Tamara slid into the seat and shut it loudly.“I thought you were going to wait for me at the reception,” she muttered, dropping her bag by her feet.I turned to her, my hand shaking slightly as it rested on my lap. “Tammy… I saw Layla at the hospital.”She raised a brow. “Okay… and?”“She knew,” I said quietly. “She knew I came to do a DNA test.”Tamara’s eyes widened as she stared at me
•Scott POV•I adjusted my position on the couch, my eyes slowly opening as they caught the light from the chandelier above. I groaned, my hand going straight to my forehead, rubbing it as if that would make the pain ease. It only made it worse.My head felt like it was splitting in two.“How are you feeling now?” Charles asked as he walked into the living room, holding a mug. He sank into the couch opposite mine.“I’m fine,” I mumbled as I sat up. “But this headache is terrible.”“Well, you drank too much last night. I knew you were going to wake up with a terrible hangover,” Charles said plainly.I stood up and grabbed my phone from the couch beside me. The screen was filled with missed calls, but I didn’t bother checking them. “I have to go. Maybe get some painkillers.”Charles studied me for a moment, his eyes softening. “Layla called.”I paused.“She’s been worried sick about you.”I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair. “I hope you didn’t tell her I was here.”Charles f
•Cassie POV•I pulled the car into Tamara’s driveway and sat there for a while without stepping out. I took a deep breath, brushing my hand over my hair as I tried to calm myself. My heart was thumping fast, and the fear that everything might get ruined because of what Maria said hit me harder than anything that had happened in the past.I finally opened the car door and stepped out, walking toward Tamara’s front door. After knocking twice, she opened it.“Cassie, I’m so happy to see you,” she said with a cheerful smile. “You came at the right time. I just finished making pancakes, and I got some fizzy drink.”I followed her inside and sank into a chair, dropping my bag beside me. Tamara left the room and returned with a plate of cupcakes, placing them on the table before heading to the fridge for drinks.“What’s with the long face?” she asked, noticing I wasn’t giving off my usual cheerful vibe. “Did something happen?”“Yes, Tamara,” I said quietly. “After the incident at the pool, M
•Cassie POV•“Maria, what’s wrong with you?” Mrs. Angela said, shooting Maria an angry stare. “Why bring things like this up?”Maria looked at me with a smug smile as she rolled her eyes. “Stop defending her, Mom. Lauren is capable of the unspeakable. Don’t blame me for being concerned.”My heart started beating fast in my chest as I looked at Maria. I didn’t know why I was scared. A part of me didn’t want to believe Maria was right, not until I was sure.“Maria, I won’t take this from you. Stop trying to ruin breakfast for Lauren,” Jerald said, and Maria scoffed.“Yeah, whatever,” she muttered, digging her fork into the food. “Well, if you don’t want me to talk about it, then I won’t. But the truth is the truth.”“Maria, what’s your problem?” I finally spoke, my voice slightly stuttering. “I know you don’t like me, but please stop trying to come between Jerald and me.”She rolled her eyes. “What a pretentious human. If you think I’m lying, why don’t we do a DNA test to confirm it?”M
•Cassie’s POV•Jerald leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips before resting back against the pillow.“That was wonderful, honey,” he muttered.I moved closer, resting my head on his chest, the steady warmth of his body seeping into mine. His heartbeat was calm now and I found myself tracing slow patterns on his skin with my fingers.“I love it,” I whispered.He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating beneath my cheek. “You say that every time.”“Because it’s always true,” I replied with a smile.His arm tightened around me, protective and familiar. “I don’t know what I’d do without moments like this,” he said quietly. “Without you.”I lifted my head to look at him, surprised by the seriousness in his voice. “You don’t have to say things like that.”“I want to,” he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “You make everything feel… right.”My chest warmed at his words, and I settled back against him, listening to his breathing slow.“My love,” Jerald mumbled, his voice
•Scott POV•“A bottle of tequila and any other strong alcoholic drink you have,” I said to the bartender as I leaned against the counter, feeling like a much bigger mess than I had ever been.I was sure my company was the best option. There was no doubt about it. The investment deal was solid. Clean. Profitable. “He did this out of grudges,” I muttered. “He probably thinks I was the one who tried to kill his daughter, when I was the one who saved her.”I didn’t realize I was talking to myself until the bartender dropped the bottle of tequila on the counter in front of me, along with a rack of shot glasses.“Are you okay, man?” he asked, his voice laced with sympathy I didn’t need.Ignoring him, I picked up the bottle and filled a shot glass. I took it down in one long gulp. The liquor burned its way down my throat like fire, adding fuel to the anger and sadness already eating me up inside.The only thing that could stop me from losing my fucking mind was the numb getting high it woul







