LOGINThe 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
Cassia stood by the window of her office, her arms wrapped around herself as she looked out at the city lights. The night was quiet, but her mind wasn’t. Darvan's visit from earlier had left her uneasy. As much as she tried to push it away, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She believed him ev
Darvan’s car raced down the highway toward the Sinclair estate, but his mind wasn’t on the road. It was still stuck in his mother’s office on that mysterious painting he had somehow never noticed before. There seemed to be a hidden door behind it, maybe leading to a secret room or another office. Ho
After leaving Marc’s place, Darvan drove directly to Cassia's firm. That would be the first time he'd be going there. As he drove, the conversation with Marc kept replaying in his mind. Marc’s betrayal hurt more than he wanted to admit, but there was nothing to do now except move forward. When he p
Martinez walked out of Cassia’s firm, his chest heavy and tight. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t accept her decision to end things. His heart hurt more than he expected… but one thing was clear; if he couldn’t have her, then no one else would. His sister had always called him obsessed, and







