“Don’t worry,” Mrs. Sinclair said coldly, her voice like steel. “I’ll handle this myself. And whatever you want with Darvan, just let me know. He’s my son, after all, and he will abide by my rules.” Her tone was firm as she turned away from Stacy as if lost in thought. Her heels clicked sharply ag
"Darvan..." she whispered, startled. For a moment, her resolve softened. His body was freezing and trembling, and she could feel him struggling to hold himself steady. His desperate grip on her arm felt sincere, almost enough to make her reconsider. But just as quickly, she snapped herself out of
Liam’s car came to a halt, and he unfastened his seatbelt, ready to step out. But his gaze froze on the figure standing in the rain—Darvan. He was drenched to the bone, trembling from the cold, yet he made no attempt to move or seek shelter. At the very least, he could have waited somewhere out of
Stacy drove through the gate roughly, her heart pounding as she immediately dialed James' number. "I need your help. It's Darvan," she said hurriedly, her voice shaky. In no time, James arrived. Together, they managed to carry Darvan inside, his weight heavy between them as they took him into his
Cassia tossed and turned in bed as the moonlight, bright after the rain, streamed through her curtains. Sleep felt impossible with her thoughts spinning in endless circles. Was she seriously thinking about Liam right now? She couldn’t get him out of her head—not the way he suddenly hugged her or how
Cassia locked her apartment door and held her bag tightly. The morning air felt cool, and the sound of cars filled the street. She fixed her scarf and started walking only to stop short when she saw Liam standing near the sidewalk. He was leaning casually against his sleek car, his sharp suit perf
"And what if she was?" Darvan replied, his voice dangerously calm. "Would that spark your interest, Marc?" The question hung in the air, daring Marc to respond. Marc’s jaw tightened, and he straightened in his seat. "You think this is funny?" he asked, his tone sharp with anger. "Why would I w
It was almost time to go home, but Cassia was still busy sketching. The room was peaceful as Liam stood behind her, quietly watching her work. She was completely focused, her pencil gliding carefully over the lines of her design. Her serious expression and tightly pressed lips made it clear she was
The moment Elara stepped out and the front door gently clicked shut, Cassia turned to Darvan with a thoughtful expression. "Do you think I was too harsh with my decision to destroy the Sinclair?" she asked, her voice calm but uncertain. Darvan didn’t hesitate. "No. It was perfect... They once dest
Like the days before, Darvan showed up at the mansion again. This time, he was holding a single lily. Cassia opened the door, arching an eyebrow. "You and these flowers..." she muttered, rolling her eyes, but still, she reached out and took it from him. "Don’t tell me you’re doing all this becaus
When they arrived at the mansion, it was exactly what everyone expected and more. Grand? No. Magnificent. The kind of place that made you stop at the gates just to take it all in. Cassia stood still for a moment, staring at the building a second too long. Of course, it was one of Master Elara Voss
Weeks passed slowly, and Cassia still hadn’t opened her eyes. Her condition remained unchanged, and despite the doctors’ efforts, there was no sign of improvement. What surprised Darvan most wasn’t just the silence, it was who kept showing up. His uncle, Martinez, had begun visiting more frequently
In Darvan’s ward, silence filled the room. Fredrick and Justin had gone to get food, leaving him alone. He stared at the ceiling, one hand on his chest, the other resting at his side. "I thought I lost her," he whispered, remembering the moment he was fortunate enough to see Cassia being wheeled i
Moments later, the forensic cleaners arrived and Liam left the scene heading straight to Cassia's firm, where he found Mira just about to leave, looking utterly exhausted. "You're still here?" he asked. "I had a lot to do. Mostly because Miss Sterling didn’t show up," she muttered, yawning. "I ne
Liam was still standing there, frozen in disbelief. The air in the house was thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder. He glanced once more at the spot Cassia's body was before it was carried out by the unknown guy, and then down at Henry’s lifeless form. His heart beat faster, but his hands wer
"I… I had twins?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Yeah, " Doctor Naomi said softly. " You had twins." But Nora just stared at her. Her mouth stayed slightly open, and her eyes held disbelief...not because she didn’t trust the doctor’s words, but because everything now made painful, perfect
Henry stood upright, towering over Cassia. His hand reached down and snatched her phone from the floor where it had fallen. He looked at the screen, the corners of his lips lifting into a dark smirk. Cassia's heartbeat quickened. That was her chance...he was distracted. Without thinking twice, she