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
"Darvan," she called as soon as he picked up. "I just had a rather unpleasant run-in with that girl of yours. She’s gotten awfully bold, don’t you think? Disrespectful and rude!" She clicked her tongue, her anger resurfacing. "You won’t believe the disrespect I just had to endure." "What are you
“You…” Mrs. Sinclair started, her anger nearly getting the best of her, but Cassia didn’t give her a chance to finish. “Mrs. Sinclair,” Cassia interrupted, making Mrs. Sinclair’s brows furrow in disbelief. She couldn’t comprehend how someone like Cassia dared to talk back and cut her off mid-sente
“You mean inspired?” he teased, and she smiled again. “The Arcadia Challenge?” he guessed, glancing toward her open door, where her drafts were spread across her desk. “Glad to see you’re finally going for it.” “Thanks to you, for giving me the push and ideas I needed,” she replied, and he smile
Cassia stepped into her apartment, closed the door, and leaned back against it as her mind replayed the scene she’d just witnessed. Seeing Darvan wrapped up with Stacy in each other's arms in that crowded room had felt like a punch to the face. She’d thought she was moving on, thought she’d let







