Se connecterThe 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
At Darvan’s apartment, all the windows and curtains were closed, casting the entire house in darkness, even though it was noon. In the dim room, Darvan sat alone on the couch. Empty bottles of alcohol were scattered across the table in front of him. A half-empty bottle of whiskey rested beside him,
Mrs. Sinclair stepped into her house with an angry glare. She pushed the door shut with so much force that it echoed through the hallway. A maid who happened to be passing by froze for a second, then quickly hurried out of sight. Mrs. Sinclair didn’t even notice her. She stormed straight to her roo
Cassia pushed open the door to her apartment and stepped inside. She dropped her bag carelessly onto the couch and kicked off her shoes, sighing into the quiet space. Without dwelling too much on the day's events, she headed straight for the bathroom. The warmth of the water against her skin was th
Cassia finally stopped crying. The cold had numbed her face, her tears drying against her cheeks. The wind brushed against her skin as she tilted her head back, eyes scanning the night sky where stars flickered faintly through drifting clouds. Everything hurt. But deep down, a voice in her head u







