The young man moved quickly, trying to stab Cassandra from behind.She didn’t even notice someone was trying to harm her.But luck seemed to be on her side. The young man stumbled and accidentally dropped his knife just as a group of tourists unexpectedly walked down the street.He panicked, eyes darting around to find the knife among the crowd's feet. And when he looked up again, the girl he was targeting had walked farther away.“Damn it!” he cursed. A few people turned their heads, startled by his loud voice.The young man pulled his hoodie back over his head and decided to keep following Cassandra. He stopped and watched from a distance as the girl waved at someone.Cassandra smiled when she saw her uncle pull the car over by the sidewalk. She quickly walked to him and jumped into the car.“Sorry I’m late. Did you wait long?”“Long enough … made me miss you more.” Cassandra fastened her seatbelt.“So, how was your day?” Marc asked as he pulled out of the campus area. “Everything go
Marc crossed his right leg over his left. The man sat restlessly, occasionally glancing out at the street and observing his surroundings.Unlike usual, the café he frequented was unusually quiet this afternoon. He let out a long sigh and exhaled loudly, then grabbed his cup of hot Americano and took a sip.Suddenly, he stood up when he saw a man dressed entirely in black approaching. The man walked straight toward Marc with a large brown envelope in his hand."Sorry I’m late," the man said as he sat down in front of Marc without waiting for permission. He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back comfortably.Marc was speechless. He wasn’t used to dealing with someone so... uncivilized. He sat back down and decided to get straight to the point."About Mona Salimar. Have you found any leads about her connection with Marini?""I looked into the hospital where she was being treated," the man replied. "I found the name Irfan Asmara in their records. He visited Mona regularly.""My br
In front of her was an incredible view. The sparkling city lights below and the twinkling stars above seemed to welcome her as she stepped out of the elevator.A woman in a uniform, with makeup like a flight attendant, greeted them politely. “Good evening. Please follow me to your table.”Cassandra pinched her uncle’s arm. “We can’t eat fried duck here,” she whispered.Marc leaned closer and whispered back, “Or we could just go straight to the room? I can’t wait to taste a girl on her period.”The girl glared and pinched her uncle’s muscular arm. “Not funny!”“It’s not. But it’d be fun to try. At least we don’t have to worry about you getting pregnant,” he whispered again.“Uncle!” she snapped. Her voice was so loud that the elegant woman in front of them turned around, surprised.Marc quickly flashed a charming smile and casually placed his hand on his niece’s shoulder, continuing to walk like nothing happened.Dinner went smoothly. Cassandra enjoyed the fried duck she’d been craving
"No way. No one’s gonna recognize me," she replied casually.Marc chuckled, clearly pleased that his trick had worked and that his niece's mood had lightened up again.He shook his head with an amused smile. "Women are all the same. Always using the magic word 'whatever'," he thought. "Don’t they know how confusing that is? Good thing I have my own way of dealing with it."Not long after, the two of them were already inside a small eatery. Cassandra tugged her uncle’s hand, pulling him inside to sit down.The long table was packed with other diners, which made the girl visibly annoyed. She let out a sigh, her expression showing disappointment."Let’s just get it to-go. We don’t have much time," Marc whispered. "I still have a surprise for you."Cassandra turned toward him, her face instantly lighting up with excitement. "A surprise?" she repeated with wide eyes.Marc smirked and nodded."What is it?" she asked eagerly."It’s a secret," Marc whispered with a victorious grin.He was gen
Cassandra looked at her reflection in the mirror again. The latest dress from Sophie Laurent fit her slim body perfectly—it was as if it was made just for her.She adjusted the strands of hair that covered her forehead, then applied a natural shade of lipstick. Pulling the corners of her lips into a small smile, she admired herself.“I’m beautiful, I’m young. Uncle Marc would never choose that old witch over me,” she muttered, trying to boost her confidence.She picked up her phone, turned on the camera, and pouted cutely for a selfie.Smiling, her fingers quickly sent the photo to Marc, with the caption: waiting for bae to come for our candlelight dinner.She was starting to feel anxious as she watched the clock hands move slowly.“Maybe I should just go find him,” she thought.Once again, she turned in front of the mirror. She sprayed her sweet vanilla perfume on her neck and wrists before leaving the room.The apartment hallway was quiet when she passed a stunning woman dressed sex
Marc leaned in, feeling the warm breath brushing against his cheek. He caught a sweet vanilla scent wafting from the girl's neck.Cassandra looked into his dark eyes, which were now much closer. And the warmth of his lips became very real as they pressed gently against hers.Marc’s hand brushed over her soft skin. He let his desire guide him, savoring every beat of emotion running through him.Of course, he couldn’t deny he felt exactly what Cassandra felt—complete when they were together, and hollow when apart.Feelings he’d never experienced before. He was scared that one day, she might disappear again, because he knew how torturous it had been not knowing where she was. It felt like his soul had been completely taken over by her.Suddenly, the girl stopped Marc’s hand as it wandered to the inside of her thigh. It caught him off guard. Cassandra had never refused him before.“I’m on my period, Uncle. We can’t do that for the next few days,” she whispered.Marc flopped back onto the