Cassie is cheated on by her fiance with her sister. Not only are they not remorseful but this act of betrayal causes Cassie to lose her father's favor and puts her on the brink of losing a project she worked so hard for to her sister. Desperate to gain back her father's favor and keep her project, Cassie agrees to undertake a huge deal while consciously making sure this deal doesn't fall into the hands of their biggest competitor. But what happens when Cassie finds out that her father's rival is the same man she had a one night stand with two nights back? What happens when sparks begin to fly in what should otherwise be a professional rivalry?
View MoreCassie chugged down the glass of whiskey in one go and signaled the bartender for another. The bartender slid over to her and side-eyed her while he refilled her whiskey before leaving her alone. Cassie didn't blame him for judging her. She was a young woman in the bar alone who had been chugging down glass after glass of whiskey. She would judge herself too if she wasn't in the situation she was in right now. But alas she was in this situation and just wanted to drink it all away so she didn't care about anyone judging her. She picked up the glass of whiskey and swirled it around. As she did the images from earlier flashed in her head and she downed the entire glass in annoyance. She signaled the bartender again.
"Just leave the bottle", she told the bartender this time when he came to refill her glass.
Again, he gave her that judgemental look but dropped the bottle, which was all Cassie cared about. She poured herself another drink and downed it. She was feeling tipsy now but she could still remember those images in her head and it frustrated her. She came here thinking she could drink and forget all about it, at least for tonight. But no matter how many glasses she drank, the gruesome scene of her fiance in the arms of her sister still replayed in her head as vividly as ever.
"That asshole", Cassie cursed as she downed another drink.
His words kept replaying in her head.
"You are too headstrong Cassie, no man would feel good having you as a wife"
The bastard! She had caught him cheating yet he had somehow made it into her fault. If he was cheating with any other person maybe it wouldn't hurt this much but her sister.
"Elizabeth is more feminine, she is more wife material", he had said.
Cassie admitted that she did have her opinions and she liked to stand on them but she didn't think that meant she deserved to be cheated on. He could have at least told her about how he felt about her character. They were together for seven years and he never once complained. Damn! She had devoted seven whole years of her life to him. She hated that it hurt this much but she couldn't help it. Carter was her first relationship and it had turned serious fast and she did love him. She loved him a lot. She had really thought their marriage would be the stuff of storybooks, married to the first and only love of her life. It all sounded so magical. But now it was all over because he suddenly realized he didn't like her having strong opinions even though she had always been like this. She didn't even want to think of the possibility that this thing with Elizabeth had been going on for longer than she knew. Because whenever she thought about it, it hurt so much, her eyes turned glassy with tears.
Cassie downed another glass of whiskey and wiped her tears. No, it was no use crying over that bastard. He wasn't worth her tears. She came here to forget about it all, she would deal with it tomorrow but for tonight she wanted to drink and forget all about her cheating fiance and her backstabbing sister. She still felt the dull ache in her chest.
'Maybe she needed to hook up with someone', she thought to herself.
She hadn't hooked up with someone at the club for... she couldn't even remember how long. She had always been faithful to Carter. But if that two-timing bastard wanted to play, two could play his nasty game. She knew somewhere in her subconscious that it was the whiskey affecting her already and that she was already drunk but she didn't care. She scanned the bar for any candidates but was disappointed by the men she saw. They were all shabby-looking and just weren't her type at all. Then she noticed him, sitting at the far corner of the bar in a private booth. He had on a navy blue suit which Cassie found peculiar and interesting at the same time. He was alone as he drank and watched the other people in the bar. Maybe it was the neat way his hair was slicked back or the sharp cut of his jawline but Cassie found him very attractive. Already pumped full of liquor courage, she picked up her glass and sauntered over to his booth.
"Excuse me, are you alone?", she asked as she hovered at the entrance of the private booth.
He lifted his gaze and looked at her, quizzically, one of his eyebrows raised in confusion. And it was like Cassie's breath was knocked out of her lungs. He was handsome. So freaking handsome! Way more handsome than Carter who up until now she had actually thought was the most attractive man she had ever seen, childish she knew. But this stranger was on another level,
and he was staring at her like she was the most interesting thing he had seen in the bar so far. She didn't know why that thought made her feel hot.
"May I join you?", Cassie asked when she finally found her voice.
He scanned her from head to toe, an amusing look on his face
"I'm not looking for company", he said.
Cassie's courage faltered a bit that she steeled herself up.
"Oh, come on, it's so much better to drink with the company", she said.
He stared at her silently for a few minutes as if scrutinizing her before finally nodding his head. Cassie smiled to herself in triumph and sauntered into the booth. She sat down next to him and they sat down in awkward silence for the next few minutes.
"You are like, really hot", Cassie blurted out.
He looked at her amused.
"Really?"
"Yes", she nodded her head vigorously.
It was the whiskey but she didn't care, she was just going to keep going. He chuckled and the sound was like a melody to Cassie's ears, even his laughter sounded so handsome.
"Do you want to hook up?", Cassie blurted out again.
He looked taken aback before his expression went back to amusement.
Cassie wanted to slap herself, not for asking him to hook up but for sounding like the dorkiest teenager while doing it. She really was out of touch.
"It's just like, I find you really attractive so I was wondering if you would be interested in hooking up. I know a good hotel nearby", Cassie rambled on before her liquid courage failed her.
He stared at her silently for a long time.
"No, I'm not interested", he said finally, and his rejection hurt.
She didn't understand why it did.
"Why? Am I not your type?", she asked.
"You don't think I'm pretty enough?"
He stared at her intensely before slowly leaning towards her. Cassie closed her eyes instinctively but when she felt his hand on her, she flinched back.
She opened her eyes and saw that he had resumed his original position, a faint smirk on his face. Despite all the liquor she had drunk, looks like she wasn't as ready as she thought to randomly hook up.
"I'd prefer my hookups to want to hook up", he said after a while.
Cassie was silent and soon the tears she had not allowed herself to cry since she walked in on that scene this morning began to fall from her eyes. He was shocked when he heard a low sniffing sound and turned to Cassie.
"Are you- Are you crying?", he asked in disbelief.
Hearing him ask that, Cassie began to bawl her eyes out, crying loudly. He watched her with a shocked expression.
"Don't, don't cry", he said awkwardly as he picked up some tissues and offered them to her.
Cassie took them and bowed her nose and as he watched her he chuckled softly.
"What?", she asked.
"Nothing", he shook his head.
"I'm embarrassing myself, aren't I?", she sniffed.
"You probably think I'm crazy"
He smirked.
"It's not the worst thing I've seen tonight", he said as he poured her a drink and passed the glass to her.
"Instead of hooking up, do you want to talk about it?", he asked.
Cassie glanced at the drink and looked at him. She hesitated for a few seconds before picking up the drink and downing it in one go, to his amusement. Why the hell not?
Thirty Minutes later.
"The self-centered bastard", Cassie said as she finished the entire glass.
"Indeed", he nodded as he took a sip from his glass.
Cassie looked at him, she had just spent the last thirty minutes narrating the whole thing with Carter and Elizabeth to him and he had listened attentively throughout.
The lighting was low but she could still see him clearly. God, he was really handsome. Why was she bothering about a jerk like Carter when there were literally God knows how many men like this out there? He was absolutely stunning with the faint smile hanging on his lips as he sipped his drink. It was most definitely the whiskey because she was completely buzzed now but she leaned in towards him and planted her lips on his.
He didn't move and she leaned back. She looked into his eyes, he was staring back at her, no words spoken. She leaned again and kissed him deeper this time and soon he began to respond as well, kissing her back. And what started as a soft kiss became rough and needy and she was all for it. She pulled back to gasp some air and leaned in again but this time he held her back and looked into her eyes. There was something dark and feral lurking behind his eyes now.
"Are you sure?", he asked in a husky tone.
Her mind still buzzing, all Cassie knew was that she wanted this man, she wanted him badly so she nodded her head eagerly.
"Yes", she breathed.
He stayed still searching her eyes for a few seconds before diving in to kiss her again. And this time the kiss was rough from the start, nothing soft and gentle, just raw need and want and it fueled Cassie like nothing had ever had before.
The cold silence that followed the gunfire was worse than the storm itself.Shards of glass sparkled across the floor like tiny daggers. The summit room had turned into a war zone, frozen mid-chaos. A chair was toppled. A silver pitcher bled water across the marble. Verona’s face was smeared with blood, but his eyes wild and furious, were locked on Grace.“I gave you everything,” he snarled, voice gravelled from rage. “And you turned it into a circus.”Grace stood tall, hair tousled, lips slightly parted. Blood dripped from a shallow cut along her arm, but she didn’t flinch. Her eyes, unblinking, remained fixed on him.“You didn’t give me anything,” she said coolly. “You stole everything.”Nathaniel held Verona in a chokehold, his arms corded with tension. “Give me one reason not to end you.”“Because if you kill me,” Verona gasped, “you’ll never find the rest of what Vincent left behind.”Everyone froze.Adrian, who had just disabled a final attacker at the window, turned sharply. “W
The vault felt colder now.Not because of temperature, but the weight of history hanging thick in the air.Grace stared at the steel shelves, lined with folders and ancient documents, the last legacy of her father’s vision. The letter still trembled in her hand. The words a hidden heir repeated over and over in her mind like a haunting echo.Her father had a secret, no, more than one. There was someone else, someone born of blood and Ashford name, unknown to the world.Grace took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm.Behind her, Father Durand stood in the doorway like a reluctant gatekeeper.“What do you know about the hidden heir?” she asked him, her voice low but lethal.He hesitated, wringing his hands. “That is not my story to tell.”“It is now,” she snapped. “You think I came all the way here to play games?”The old priest looked into her eyes and saw the fire of Vincent in them. It was no longer a little girl he once blessed, it was a woman on the verge of becoming an emp
The descent into Istanbul was quiet, the kind of quiet that hummed with unsaid things and sleepless thoughts. As the jet sliced through the golden dawn, the ancient city beneath them shimmered in anticipation. East met West here, a collision of history and rebellion, and now, it would become the battleground for something even bigger.Grace stood at the window, hand pressed against the glass, her thoughts miles away.A child.War.Nathaniel behind her, silent and protective.And somewhere in the shadowed corners of Europe, Verona.She turned to Nathaniel. “Once we touch down, there’s no turning back.”“There never was,” he replied, his eyes darker than usual. “This isn’t about survival anymore, Grace. It’s legacy. You, me, and what we’re building.”The Gathering StormThe safehouse in Istanbul wasn’t just a house. It was a fortress hidden behind a crumbling library facade in Beyoğlu, where ancient texts met encrypted tunnels.Within hours of arrival, allies started trickling in.Some
Grace could feel her heartbeat echo in her ears. It wasn’t the blackout or the flaming “V” burning across the Paris skyline that made her blood run cold. It was the recording.“He’s after your heir...”Aria’s voice played over and over in her mind, even as the file corrupted and vanished like smoke. Grace clutched her abdomen instinctively.She hadn’t told Nathaniel. She hadn’t even said it out loud to herself. But the test, the single line that turned into two, had changed everything.Now Verona knew.He always knew how to get under her skin. This wasn’t just about power anymore.It was about blood. About her child.Nathaniel’s child.The future.Her entire body tensed. No one, not even Verona, was going to steal that away from her.The Safehouse Isn’t Safe AnymoreNathaniel lit a candle inside the darkened Parisian safehouse, his jaw tight with frustration.“Paris is offline,” he muttered. “All major power grids. Verona hijacked the city.”Celeste paced near the window, her eyes dar
The morning after Nathaniel’s rescue was deceptively peaceful. The Ashford Estate bathed in golden sunlight, as if the storm from the night before had never happened. But Grace knew better.Peace was a mask.And masks never lasted long.She sat in her father’s study, now hers, flipping through a dossier that had arrived at dawn.A coded warning from a mole within the Council.The contents chilled her to her core.THE VERONA INITIATIVE: CODE BLACK.Grace leaned back, exhaling slowly. “So it’s true… They’re activating him.”Aria stood by the window, arms crossed. “It was only a matter of time.”Nathaniel entered just then, leaning slightly on a cane as he moved toward Grace. “I heard whispers. Something about ‘Verona’? What is it?”Grace closed the dossier and met his eyes. “Not what. Who.”The Council's Last WeaponThey called him Verona. No first name. No last. No nationality. No origin.A myth. A ghost.To Grace, he was more than that.He was her mother’s brother.Once a Council lege
The rain came down in cold sheets the night Grace received the envelope.It had no name, no return address. Just a black wax seal, unbroken. Sitting on her desk like a final verdict.She hesitated before opening it. Her fingers trembled, not from fear, but from instinct. Somewhere in her bones, she knew this wasn’t just another threat. This was different. Deeper. Personal.Inside was a single photo.Nathaniel.Tied to a chair.Bleeding from his temple.Behind him, a wall marked with a sigil she hadn’t seen in years, the crest of the Veritas Order, a rogue faction excommunicated from the Council decades ago. They specialized in punishment. In extracting secrets. And in destroying everything their victims loved before the final blow.Scrawled beneath the photo in blood-red ink:“He bleeds for your sins.”The Secret WarGrace stood in Aria’s chambers, the photo clenched in her fist.Aria looked at it and cursed under her breath. “The Veritas? No one’s heard from them in years.”“Well, th
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