I waited anxiously for Enzo to come back home.He had left at noon to meet Trent Dalton, and since then, there had been no sign of him—not even a text or a call. I knew better than to disturb him, so I refrained from bugging him. I understood that when he had the time and when the work was done, he would tell me himself.However, it wasn’t easy waiting at home. It wasn’t just me; Sara and Liza were here too, both just as eager to hear some good news from Enzo. As for Liza, she had arrived shortly after Enzo left, curious to know what we planned on doing with the information she had given us.“We’re not going to sue you if that’s what you’re thinking,” I said to her.“Well, yeah, please don’t, because I’m not in a position to handle a lawsuit,” she replied, her voice tinged with nervous laughter.I rolled my eyes. “Neither Enzo nor I are interested in that. All we want is to get back what we lost and bring down Trent Dalton.”“And the sex tape?” She asked, “Anything about that?”I coul
I felt a flicker of hope ignite in my chest yet. So the plan worked? Trent caved in?“So… the tape is gone?” Liza asked in a low tone. “Yes, the tape is gone,” he confirmed.I could almost hear the breath leave her lungs in a rush of relief. “Oh my God, are you serious? Like, it’s gone for real?”“I don’t know, Liza. I made him delete it in front of me—from his device and from the cloud. So, yeah, I assume the tape is gone for real.”“Oh my God, Enzo, thank you so much!” she cried, nearly launching herself at him.“No, none of that,” he said, leaning away. “Honestly, I’m exhausted. It would really help if you’d give me some peace of mind.”“I see you’re still the ungrateful bastard I always thought you were,” she muttered. “I gave you all the confidential information you needed, and this is the thanks I get?”“Let’s not forget that I was the one who deleted the tape for you, so yeah, gratitude goes both ways.”I couldn’t help but be amused at their banter. To think I had once felt th
“You’re sleeping?!” My mother-in-law, Fiona's, voice boomed. I did not realize when I had managed to fall asleep on the couch. Piles of files and books lay scattered on the floor, most of which belonged to my husband Calvin. "Shit." I said and hurriedly got up on my feet, straightening my hair in the process. It’s been three years since I married Calvin, but I still couldn’t earn my mother-in-law's affections. “Who is going to clean all this mess if you’re going to sleep?” She glared. “Quick, get it all done before Calvin arrives. You know he hates it if things are out of order.” I sighed, "But Fiona, I just cleaned this room room yesterday..." She narrowed her eyes at me, "You didn't. You made the house help clean it and they did a very shitty job. Hence, I want you to clean it now."As I couldn’t dare to oppose her, I meekly complied. Fiona always found pleasure in knowing that I was miserable. She wanted to remind me everyday that I was fit for just doing household chores in
"Yes, mother." Jen said, "Cassie is the worst thing that could happen to our family. I mean, she is utterly useless. She doesn't keep Calvin happy. Even after three years of marriage, Calvin doesn't care about her. He wishes every day that he could marry Becky instead. How I wished it was Cassie that suffered in the accident instead of poor Becky." “I agree.” Fiona sighed, “For the past three years, I've been sick of waiting for an heir. Cassie is useless as it is, but I’d expected that she could at least give me a grandchild. She is honestly good for nothing.” Anger arose within me upon hearing her words. I didn’t know what came over me, perhaps it was the threat I felt in Becky waking up, or the false allegations of my incapability of childbearing, or that I was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally to tolerate them anymore, that I sought to give it back to them for once. Without giving it a second thought, I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, ready to
Ignoring me, he started to pull up my shirt. What was going on? Why was he trying to take my clothes off?"Calvin!" I said, grabbing his hands to stop him. "What are you doing?""Didn't you tell my mother that we haven’t been intimate lately?" he said, glaring at me. "I’m fixing that."I stepped back, disgusted. "No! That’s not what I meant! Fiona said—""I don’t care what she said, Cassie," he interrupted, moving closer. "I don’t want to look like an incompetent husband."He pulled me toward him again, but I slapped my hand over his mouth. "No, Calvin! This is ridiculous. I’m not doing this.""Why not?" he demanded. "You wanted a child to secure your place in the family, didn’t you?""Please. I don’t want this!" I cried, feeling the tears well up. He loosened his grip, giving me space to breathe. "I don’t want it like this. Not when you’re so angry at me.""You know I hate it when my mother gets involved in our private life. You promised to respect my privacy, but you told her everyt
I gasped when I saw him. He looked stunning in his new tuxedo. I had always thought he was the most handsome man I’d met, but tonight, he looked even better."What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded as he came to stand beside me. "I asked you to go in as soon as you arrived." "I was talking to-" I turned my face to look at Mr De Luca, but to my surprise, he was nowhere to be found. He had left. "Talking to who?" Calvin asked in impatience. "We're already late, let's go." It hurt to see that his eyes didn’t show admiration like I hoped. He seemed indifferent. I had spent hours getting ready for him, but it felt like I didn’t matter at all."How do I look?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow and gave me a dismissive glance. "Appropriate. Shall we go?"I blushed, embarrassed, but I couldn’t let my tears ruin my makeup. I swallowed hard. "Yes."Grabbing my arm roughly, he dragged me inside with him. Right then, Calvin’s phone buzzed. He read the message, frowning. "What’s wrong?" I
That night, I reached home very late. Yet, Calvin was nowhere to be seen. No matter how many times I called him, he diverted my calls to voicemail. Dejected, I went to bed alone, praying that he returned home safe the next morning.When I awoke the next morning, the house was surprisingly silent. Fiona and Jen have apparently gone out very early in the morning and didn’t come back. This might be the only good thing that happened today.After getting ready, I settled down by the breakfast table as the maid served me some food. It was my favorite; pancakes with maple syrup with a glass of orange juice on the side.“It tastes delicious. Thank you so much.” I smiled at my maid, “Did Calvin come home last night?”“No, ma’am.”“Did he inform any of you where he has been off to?”“Er.. yes, ma’am.” She muttered, “He rang us this morning to ask for some papers to be sent to Westwood hospital.”The spoon I was holding fell from my hand in surprise, clinking against the plate. Widening my eyes,
“What?” My mind went blank.After a moment of silence, he said abruptly, “I need you to leave!”I clenched my fist, was that it? Since she was here, was he going to toss me out like a used tissue paper? I clenched my fists at my sides, staring at him in disbelief. I wasn’t some object he could toss aside when it no longer suited him. I had feelings, and I deserved far more respect than that.“What if I don’t agree to leave?” I said, taking one step closer to him. Calvin’s eyes widened in surprise as it was the first time in years that I dared to go against him. All these years, I’ve been silent because I was begging for his love and attention. I was hellbent on impressing him, and yet, despite so many efforts from my end, he chose to turn a blind eye toward me and only sought for Becky. If that was the case, then I no longer had to swallow my pride.“What’s wrong with you?” Calvin glowered, “Do you really think I’ll ever be happy married to you? Why would you want to be in a marriag
I felt a flicker of hope ignite in my chest yet. So the plan worked? Trent caved in?“So… the tape is gone?” Liza asked in a low tone. “Yes, the tape is gone,” he confirmed.I could almost hear the breath leave her lungs in a rush of relief. “Oh my God, are you serious? Like, it’s gone for real?”“I don’t know, Liza. I made him delete it in front of me—from his device and from the cloud. So, yeah, I assume the tape is gone for real.”“Oh my God, Enzo, thank you so much!” she cried, nearly launching herself at him.“No, none of that,” he said, leaning away. “Honestly, I’m exhausted. It would really help if you’d give me some peace of mind.”“I see you’re still the ungrateful bastard I always thought you were,” she muttered. “I gave you all the confidential information you needed, and this is the thanks I get?”“Let’s not forget that I was the one who deleted the tape for you, so yeah, gratitude goes both ways.”I couldn’t help but be amused at their banter. To think I had once felt th
I waited anxiously for Enzo to come back home.He had left at noon to meet Trent Dalton, and since then, there had been no sign of him—not even a text or a call. I knew better than to disturb him, so I refrained from bugging him. I understood that when he had the time and when the work was done, he would tell me himself.However, it wasn’t easy waiting at home. It wasn’t just me; Sara and Liza were here too, both just as eager to hear some good news from Enzo. As for Liza, she had arrived shortly after Enzo left, curious to know what we planned on doing with the information she had given us.“We’re not going to sue you if that’s what you’re thinking,” I said to her.“Well, yeah, please don’t, because I’m not in a position to handle a lawsuit,” she replied, her voice tinged with nervous laughter.I rolled my eyes. “Neither Enzo nor I are interested in that. All we want is to get back what we lost and bring down Trent Dalton.”“And the sex tape?” She asked, “Anything about that?”I coul
Trent leaned back in his seat, staring at me intently.I did not give him a choice. I gave him an ultimatum. I knew that ultimately, he had to succumb to my demands. So what was it that was running through his mind?“You see, Enzo,” he said, “The problem with you is that you think you’re better than everyone—”“I am.”“—And that everyone is beneath you.”“That’s true too.”He smiled. “You give us too little credit,” he said. “You see, you think you pulled a masterstroke by coming to me with these video footages that honestly mean nothing to me. Because if you take this to the press, it’s going to say a lot more about you than about me. Because I’m just going to be the promiscuous man who cheated on his wife and had his privacy violated, along with several other women. Whereas you?”He leaned closer, placing his elbows on its surface. He looked into my eyes in a challenging way, as though he was trying to get into my head.“You are going to be that man that lost his fortune because of
Only psychopaths drink black coffee. That’s what Cassie always said whenever I ordered an Americano at starbucks. As I stared at the man in front of me, I couldn’t help but agree with her. Trent Dalton arrived fashionably late this morning. I picked a casual cafe for us to meet in, knowing it was our best bet. I even picked out an area where nobody would know us. We didn’t want to be spotted by anybody, especially the press. Draped in his stupid suit, he seemed like the devil himself, sipping on his black coffee. “You look good, DeLuca.” he said with a smirk, placing his cup down. “Surprisingly good, for someone whose ass got whipped by the corporate world.”Ever since the moment he arrived, it was clear that there was a power struggle between the both of us. He was on a high horse, claiming himself to be superior to me. But I knew that he would be tumbling down very fast. “I know.” I smiled. “Most people would’ve given up after they get framed by a coward.” “But you’re not mos
Enzo’s POVIt felt like the first time in ages that I was stepping onto one of these streets. The place was bustling with energy, filled with people heading toward their workplaces. I was no different.As I spotted Killian‘s office building, I made my way inside. A few clients noticed me — some smiled, some nodded. They recognized me, but thankfully, none of them approached. I headed to the reception and checked my appointment. The receptionist was more than happy to assist me upstairs.Killian was seated in his office on the 22nd floor. I took the elevator up and walked straight toward his room.As soon as I knocked, I heard his voice call out, “Come in.”I pushed the door open slightly, revealing my face through the gap. Killian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.“Oh,” he said, “please, come in.”I shut the door behind me and walked over to his table, taking a seat.“Good to meet you again, Killian,” I said, shaking his hand. “And thank you so much for doing this.”“Oh, don’t mention i
I was taken aback by her sudden outburst that it took me a while to realize that we were grabbing an audience. She seemed to have noticed that too, as she took a deep breath to compose herself. I pushed a glass of water toward her and she took it. After taking a fee sips, she put it away. Then she said in a low tone,“I had no choice. I could not come to him for help. This was something I had to deal with on my own.”My voice was gentle this time. “Well, you’re confusing me. I have no idea what you’re talking about. So you better tell me what it was that compelled you to do this.”“Will you promise to keep this to yourself?” she said.“Liza, I’m going to tell this to Enzo—because he deserves to know the truth. But if you’re saying you were in trouble and you needed help, then be assured that we’re going to help you.”“Okay,” she said, releasing a shaky breath. I could tell that it was crushing her to share this with me. It showed in the way her hands were trembling. “Liza, are you
I waited in the café outside my office, glancing at my watch. It was 30 minutes past our scheduled time, but I was not surprised—Liza was known for her tardiness. She never showed up on time, even for work.I sent a message to Enzo then, asking him how it was going at work, but he still hadn’t replied. Bored, I decided to call Sarah so I could speak to Emmy. But right then, I heard a ring in the air. My face instantly turned toward the entrance and, unsurprisingly, in walked my sister. Her eyes wandered through the crowd until they settled on me at the far end of the room. Her face gave away nothing. I could tell she was slightly nervous, but she tried to play it well. After all, I hadn’t told her why she was here. I wanted to catch her off guard—not come prepared with an answer that would keep us from the truth.I needed her to be honest with me. This was no longer about her silly games. This was about my husband—and his career, which was on the line.She sat across from me, throwi
“How did you come up with this?” Enzo asked in amazement. He leaned in to get a closer look at the laptop. Once he realized that I was not kidding, disbelief claimed his face. And I couldn’t blame him. The fact that this was still operational was astonishing. When I first made it, I had no idea that it would come in handy in this manner. To be honest, I didn’t even know why I made it in the first place. It was definitely not for something important nor because it was assigned to me. “Patrick was fired so abruptly that I had no way to secure our data.” I said, trying to recollect my days at his firm. It felt so long ago. “I knew that a backup server could come in handy, incase someone hacks into our main system. I originally intended to keep it only until a new IT head could be hired, but it simply slipped my mind after. I let it run for long after I quit the job, I guess.” Mark was impressed. In fact, he was the only one who was so overjoyed amongst all of us. “The best part is t
“Congratulations, Cassie,” Raymond said, as he placed a coffee cup in front of me. “I heard your man’s finally coming around.”I smiled, taking his coffee. It was my favorite — a flat white from Starbucks. As I took a sip from it, I couldn’t help but moan in delight.“Thank you for the coffee, Raymond,” I said. “And yes, Enzo is finally finding his way back. Did you hear it from Leo?”“Why would I hear it from Leo?”“Well, who did you hear it from then?” I asked, surprised. Was he not offering to — the way he stayed at home and took care of our daughter, or the fact that he was willing to look at the lead Mark found him?“Well, it’s from a friend of mine. He called this morning saying that Enzo asked him for a favor,” he said, smirking at me. “He wants a job at his company as a legal advisor.”I frowned — then let out a shriek of excitement. “Enzo is looking for a job? Are you serious?”He broke into a grin. “Yes, I am serious. And he wants to be back in the market. You know, although