MasukThe 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
"Why can’t she just disappear already?" Her voice was low, but the hatred behind her words was undeniable as she glared at the shrimp sauce in front of her, a wicked smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “You were alive once, but out of millions of shrimp, you were caught. Peeled, cooked, and
Mrs. Sinclair was lost in her thoughts, seething with anger over everything, when the doctor interrupted her reverie. “He’s stable for now, but his condition is concerning,” the doctor began. “We’ll need to run more tests to determine the cause of his collapse. He’s been under extreme physical and
Cassia set her phone down, biting her lip as her thoughts wandered. She inhaled deeply, trying to push Darvan's words out of her mind, but they stayed. He sounded sick—really sick. He wasn’t faking it. She glanced at her phone again, debating whether to unblock him and call back. She knew how terr
Darvan sat on the couch in his room, clutching his stomach as the sharp pain intensified. It had started earlier, a dull ache after the morning meeting on his way back to his office. He’d dismissed it as stress, something he could ignore. But by midday, the discomfort had grown into something unbear







