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
"Who is it?" Kiara asked, stepping closer to Cassia, who hesitated before taking a deep breath. "It's... Martinez. But why is he here?"Cassia muttered under her breath, though Kiara and Quinn still heard her. "Martinez?" Quinn repeated, seeking confirmation. Cassia immediately pressed a finger to
Cassia inhaled deeply as she stepped out of the cab, the night air cool against her skin. She handed the driver his fare, barely registering his cheerful "Goodnight" before he drove away. The lights of the apartment she shared with her friends shune brightly ahead. Her feet moved quickly, almost as
Cassia stumbled back, her breath caught in her throat, but Martinez’s hand wrapped firmly around her waist, keeping her from retreating. His other hand slid to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he drew her closer, deepening the kiss. His lips moved with such command, it left
****** As the drive to Martinez’s place continued, Cassia sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, trying to steady her nerves while the city lights gradually disappeared behind them. She stole a glance at Martinez, who remained calm and focused on the road. When they arrived, Martinez step







