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
Anita's smile widened. "Give her a proper welcome... just like we used to." "I thought we promised to be good after graduation?" Rita said, raising an eyebrow. Anita simply shrugged. "Just for tonight. Nothing too crazy, I promise. Just a little welcome gift." With that, she approached Cassia.
"Because we took her in when her parents died. We raised her. Isn't that what children do? Support their parents when they're in need? Or am I wrong?" Evelyn asked softly, searching his face. Mr. Jenkins ran a hand through his hair. "Honey... I..." "I mean, if she doesn’t have enough, she works wi
Cassia’s blood ran cold. "Mom?" she whispered in fear, quickly dialing her mother’s number. Her hands trembled as she waited for an answer. The phone rang once, then twice before someone picked up. "Hello?" an unfamiliar voice said. "This is Cassia Ster— I mean, Cassia Jenkins. How’s my mom?" Th
Cassia was lost in thought when she suddenly felt a hand on hers. She flinched and looked up to see Liam’s concerned face. His touch was warm, and she mentally scolded herself for letting Mrs. Sinclair’s words affect her when she had come here to clear her mind. "Are you okay?" he asked gently, his







