ログイン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
Cassia stood frozen by the door, her fingers gripping the flash drive tightly. Martinez’s revelation unsettled her, but she refused to let anyone see it. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned back to her family and Liam, who were still seated at the dining table. "Who was that, honey?
"What did I tell you, Remy? You made a mistake by running last night." Martinez took a step back, then leaned casually against the wall, his arms crossing over his chest. The faint smirk on his lips remained, barely hiding his amusement. The air in the room grew tense. The way Martinez stared at hi
“My gut was right after all,” Martinez muttered to himself, smirking as he watched from his hiding spot. His plan had worked. Announcing that Cassia was fine had been a trap—one carefully set to lure out the mastermind behind the attack. And just as he had expected, they had taken the bait. In the
The morning sunlight streamed through the hospital windows as Cassia slowly woke up. She opened her eyes and saw Martinez still sitting beside her, focused on his phone with a serious expression—almost like he was angry at whatever he was reading. "You stayed," she murmured, her voice rough from s







