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
Cassia stood frozen, staring at the bouquet of flowers Liam had handed her. The room buzzed with congratulatory chatter, but her focus remained entirely on the man standing before her. "Congratulations on your wins," Liam repeated, his tone calm, yet his gaze was intense. Cassia couldn’t help hers
Darvan groaned, rubbing his temples as the lingering effects of last night’s drinks clouded his mind. His gaze shifted to the side of the bed, where Stacy slept soundly, her usual pajamas conspicuously absent, her hand resting on his chest. Was he imagining things? Was this real? Did he and Stacy...
"Cassia?" Her mother called, her voice soft and filled with disbelief. Cassia froze, tears streaming down her face as her feet remained rooted to the spot. Her dad, Mr. Jenkins, spoke up, his voice filled with concern. "Why didn't you go in? Would you have left without a word if we hadn't come?" He
"Aliyah..." Lucas's voice came again, more impatient than before. His tone got on her nerves, leaving her with no choice but to end the call. But Lucas wasn’t one to give up easily, and she knew that. He called again, his persistence only annoying her further. With no choice, she ended the call once







