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
Nora's scream sent Adams and Bridget rushing into her room, alarmed. They exchanged a quick, worried glance as their eyes landed on the broken television. "Are you hurt?" Bridget asked with concern, hurrying toward Nora, who was trembling, tears streaming down her face as if they’d never stop. Ada
Henry let out a long, tired sigh as he sat alone in his room. The only sound was the slow whir of the ceiling fan above him. His mind wandered back to earlier, how Cassia had ignored him… and then Martinez too. He decided to brush it off, letting his thoughts drift to his time in the States. Everyt
Cassia stood by the window of her office, her arms wrapped around herself as she looked out at the city lights. The night was quiet, but her mind wasn’t. Darvan's visit from earlier had left her uneasy. As much as she tried to push it away, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She believed him ev
Darvan’s car raced down the highway toward the Sinclair estate, but his mind wasn’t on the road. It was still stuck in his mother’s office on that mysterious painting he had somehow never noticed before. There seemed to be a hidden door behind it, maybe leading to a secret room or another office. Ho







