CASSANDRA’S POVWaiting in my room after ending up tired of all the banging on the door I plop myself on my bed. Everything is same as I left few years ago, the blue walls with white frames of photo frames hanging on the wall. No one picture contains my dad. How would it be if he spent out of home most of the time escaping from our happy moments for his own selfish goals! Two study tables with chairs are kept untouched since the last time we used them and clean. My room was Jackson and mine study room while we set up his room as play room with two pc's and speakers with our PlayStation. His room is of black painted walls with graffiti on it which we both drew when we were teenagers. I remember how our parents wanted us to have a separate playroom but we choose to make it work out like this, which our father used to complain every time when he found me along Jackson’s friends in his room. His say was that those games weren’t for me, instead of tagging him I should have a Barbi
CHAERIN'S POVAs I saw my both children in my home hugging and laughing with each other my heart filled up with joy which I can’t describe. When was the last time I heard their voices echo in our mansion, when was the last time I felt this type of warmth in my chest? Do I even remember? Yes, I do – when they were born. But their cold behaviour towards me showed me that they are not pleased seeing me. Even though Jackson was always around and used to visit me occasionally when Mathew was out of picture, I still miss him as badly as I miss my little princess. Last time seeing her race when her car was hit by another car making her slip down losing control for few minutes made my heart stop for the time being till I saw her back again all fine and safe. This was the main reason when I agreed with Mathew that her choice of career was dangerous. Instead of seeing my one and only daughter die in the horrible car accident I would be happily die instead of her in every possible way. That’s
CASSANDRA’S POVI see in horror as my mom collapsed to the ground, before her head hit the floor Jackson was fast enough to hold her in his arms. “Mom, what the fuck, wake up”, he said shaking her up. “Chaerin wake up!”, my father tells panicked as he embrace my mom. My brother lays numb moving away from her as I hug him from side, seeing him in broken state. “Doctor, call someone doctor!”, my father tells as I hug my brother tighter. “Shhh, jack, it’s okay, mom will be fine”, I tell him rubbing his back to which he lean into my touch as a lost puppy. “No, mom wont be okay, she isn’t okay”, he tells in the verge of tears making me sob holding him tighter. “please, hurry up, call the doctor, she will die!”, I hear my father scream as our guards and maids hurried up doing something and one of them called the ambulance. “boss, we called ambulance, it’s better this way”, the guard tells sadly making me frown. “Jackson, what is happening here”, I ask him in terror to which
Cassandra’s pov I couldn’t stay in the room where on the other side of the door my mom is getting operated. On the other side two important men of my lives are broken and holding their hearts on the sleeves. This is how is it going to be now? What if mom doesn’t wakes up, what if Jackson and I are left alone with our father? How would we survive. These many years our only hope, our safe place was our mother beside each other. When our dad left she was with us. Sacrificing her professional life so that she could have more free time which she could use in raising us. The thin body of my mother I saw few minutes ago couldn’t leave my mind. How the hell I didn’t notice how weak she turned. There was barely any flesh on her petite body. There were visible dark circles, her lips chapped, eyes dull. The only time I saw her eyes bright shining as stars is when she interrupted Jackson and mine laughing fit. How did she cope with everything alone, with a monster like my father. Am sure Jacks
I shake my head in denial, this couldn’t be like this, we were best friends, we were supposed to be best friends nothing more. “Cassie, please listen to me, it was stupid of me to break it to you like this, but I really love you”, he tells genuinely. For a matter of second I saw the love in his eyes, the care he took of me when I needed most, how was he my shoulder to cry on and my brothers best friend since our childhood. But do I love him? Can I give him myself in any romantic way is a big no to me. But why? Because he was a fuckboy, who used to have so many flings and all? Yes but no! Yes, because he might lose interest in me as he lost in other women. No, because what am seeing in his eyes is what I have never seen there in my whole life. Growing up with him I was this sure that the feelings he is expressing is not lie and it is terrifying me. “sorry Justin”, I tell him truthfully. “I can’t return your feelings”, I tell as I dig my fingers in my hair due to frustration. Taking
Justin's pov I was driving to the hospital which Jackson mention they took Mrs Williams there. I was really worried for her, she was like a second mom for me and their home was my second home. Everyday seeing my parents fight I was tired of them, really sick of them, sick of my own home. That’s how I spent many days and nights at Jackson’s place. The winters are quiet chilling this year and I find a black hoodie behind which I grab as I stop the car beside the park to put it on my plaid shirt. Even though the heaters of the car is on I find myself rubbing my palms and blow out a heavy breathe out as I wander my eyes towards the park. There is a familiar figure walking towards the bench as she sits down practically falling on the bench. That person is too familiar to not recognize even though I have spent years away and just communicating via phone I know who she is. As soon as I realised who it is my smile widen but the hurt in my heart grow wild thinking what she might have been go
IVAN'S POV “how was your meeting with your father in law, man”, Lucas tells as soon as he saw me. “What the fuck you are doing in my office”, I snarl at him in anger. “Waiting for you..... I guess!?”, he tells with a smug expression on his making me sigh. “I want our men to keep an eye on Cassandra and that bastard Mathew, who ever he is talking to or meeting I want every detail of it, track all the phones of the bastard”, I order Lucas as calm as I could but I know my anger is dripping out from my every word making easy for him to understand the severeness of the condition at least to me. How could that bastard fix the wedding then propose me to sign a fucking contract then Of I deny it he will not let me marry his daughter! Do I look like a fool to him? Or his puppet? Ivan Miller always got what he wanted, he will always get what he wanted it might take time but Cassandra will be mine, she will be mine hell she is mine since the day my eyes fell on her. No one can take her away
CASSANDRA’S POV “What the fuck?”, Jackson exclaims as I plop myself beside him on the bed. “yeah really, I was as shocked as you, you know I never thought he was growing feelings on me”, I tell him sighing heavily. “the fuck, cassie, he was all normal few days ago and if he loved you he wouldn’t have been fucking other chicks”, Jackson exclaims as he throws his hands up. “what do you mean?”, I ask Jackson turning on my stomach watching him as the frown on our faces is visible clear. “yeah, I know for a fact that if he was genuine he would have spoken to me first instead of approaching you and kissing you”, he scoffs. “then why he said those things? You know I was really feeling guilty”, I admit scowling to which Jackson ruffle my hair making me groan and slap his hand away. “I need to talk to him”, Jackson tells smiling softly at me. “Do you think it’s a good idea? I mean I rejected him so it is clear he won’t try anything”, I tell him thinking out loud. I see Jackson frown a