LOGINThe 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
Darvan thanked the doctor as he walked out of the hospital with Justin. The results were still vivid in his mind. Every memory with Stacy now felt like a lie. The late-night talks before they were even together, her gentle smile, her encouragement...everything had been fake. Justin walked silently
"We should eat before it gets cold," Darvan muttered, and Stacy nodded, taking her seat as he did the same. As they sat at the dining table, Stacy eagerly served Darvan his meal, a bright smile on her face as she placed the dishes before him. "I made all your favorites, including chicken soup," sh
Darvan's grip on the phone tightened as he continued watching the screen, his breathing slow and controlled. Had he always been right? Or was this, in some way, his fault? Did she get pregnant with his child, and because he stopped being intimate with her, she turned to Marc instead? He couldn't te
Cassia felt the warmth of Martinez’s arms around her, her face resting against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, yet she couldn't help but feel that he was hiding something. Weren’t they lovers? If something was wrong, shouldn’t she be the first to know? Alright, even if his sister knew first, s







