Mag-log inThe 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
As Martinez began leaving the company, he suddenly remembered he had something to tell Liam. Turning back to look for him, he saw that Liam and Cassia were no longer where he'd last seen them. Deciding to check on Liam himself, Martinez headed to his office and found him focused intently on a set o
"And you?" Martinez turned to Cassia. Cassia smiled slightly. "Are you done with your performance? I really don’t understand how you can take someone else's work and claim it as your own, and do so so confidently. So, it turns out that what 10 years of experience have really grown isn’t skills, but
Cassia gently took her seat among the other participants, her heart pounding in her chest. Though she tried to project confidence, nerves coursed through her as she clutched her sketch. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her mind and focused on the task ahead. One of the judges stood up, commanding
Cassia made her way to her office and settled into her chair. Just as she was setting down her portfolio, ready to review her design ideas in peace, the door swung open. Darvan stepped in, his face set in a hard, unreadable expression. “Sia,” he said, his voice low and controlled, but tension si







