CASSANDRA'S POV She opened the front door, and I stepped inside, my heels clicking softly against the floor. The moment I entered everything about the house screamed wealth. The lights above, the wide staircase that spiraled upward like something out of a movie. A maid hurried over immediately, bowing slightly as she reached out to take our bags. I didn’t even try to hide the smirk forming on my face. She was small, timid-looking, her hair neatly tied into a bun. She probably thought she was being polite, but to me, it felt like power — my power, for once. I’ve always been the one taking bags, fetching coffee, arranging other people’s things. Always the one standing on the other side of wealth, watching people like this maid serve women like Lauren, the ones who always had everything. But now? Now I was the one handing my bag over. And it felt good. No, it felt right. “Just have a seat there,” Sophia said, motioning toward the couch. Her tone was casual, but confident like sh
CASSANDRA'S POV “Wait,” I said, blinking a few times, unsure if I’d heard her correctly. “Did I hear you right, or have I just been standing in the sun for too long?” Sofia chuckled softly, crossing one leg over the other. “You heard me right. I just got off the phone with him, as you know, and he wants to speak with you. It’s important.” Her tone was calm, confident as if this was a perfectly normal thing. But my body froze for a moment, my mind immediately racing. I stared at her face, trying to read something, anything in her expression that would tell me if she was joking or if this was some kind of trap. Important? What could be so important that her husband wanted to talk to me? I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or worried. Sofia and I had become close enough to call ourselves friends, maybe even allies, but even allies had limits. We shared information, planned things together, gossiped over coffee but we’d never crossed certain lines. I hadn’t been to her house befo
CASSANDRA'S POV I got down from my Uber, the sound of the car door clicking shut echoing faintly behind me. I paid the driver through the app, slipping my phone back into my purse as the vehicle pulled away into traffic. A gust of warm evening air brushed against my face, carrying the faint scent of roasted coffee beans from the café ahead.For a moment, I just stood there on the sidewalk, staring at the building in front of me. The café looked far too rich for my standards — sleek glass walls, polished wooden panels, and golden lettering that screamed luxury. Even the people stepping in and out looked like they belonged to a different world — suits, pearls, perfume worth more than my entire paycheck.On my own, I could never afford to come here. I would’ve felt completely out of place if I were just wandering in by myself. But I wasn’t coming here alone today. Sofia had invited me yesterday, and against my usual judgment, I’d agreed.Ever since we started talking after the company a
ROMAN'S POV“Why don’t we head back to the living room,” Lauren said finally, breaking the silence that had been hanging between us Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, grounding me for a moment. I gave a small nod and motioned for her to go ahead, but Aria was the first to move, her feet pattering lightly against the floor as she walked ahead of us. Lauren followed right behind her, and I took up the rear, my gaze flicking between them. Watching them walk together like that, it stirred something inside me that I couldn’t quite put into words.When we entered the living room, the sound of loud laughter immediately filled the space. Tessa’s voice carried through the air, light and carefree, as though she didn’t realize or care that half the house could hear her. She was on a call, talking animatedly and laughing like she was in a private comedy show. Then, right on cue, my phone buzzed again in my pocket.I let out a quiet sigh. It was like the universe had decided to test how muc
ROMAN'S POV“Okay, so what do you want to talk about?” Lauren asked, her tone light but her expression laced with curiosity. Her arms were loosely crossed in front of her chest, head tilted slightly as she studied me. There was something about the way her eyes narrowed not suspiciously, but with a sharp, analytical lookI inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of what I was about to say sit heavily on my chest. “I know that…” I began, but the words died in my throat as my pocket started vibrating.Seriously?I frowned slightly, already annoyed before I even looked at the caller ID. Fishing my phone out, I saw the name flashing across the screen: Mom.Of course.Ever since she decided to come stay at my house a few days after the company anniversary, my phone hadn’t known peace. Three hours. That’s probably the longest it stayed silent in a single day.Now, don’t get me wrong, I loved my mom, and having her around again after so long had brought a strange comfort I didn’t know I’d missed.
ROMAN'S POVI don’t usually get important emails on that particular account. To be honest, I hadn’t even logged into it in over a year. I used it back when I had to sign up for online newsletters and subscriptions that I never cared to open. My business email was the one that got all the serious messages — the contracts, client deals, and company alerts.So who could possibly be sending something to this old address now?I looked deeper and half-distracted as everyone else continued eating. The sound of spoons gently clinking against plates filled the air. But my focus had already shifted somewhere else entirely.When I tapped the email icon, my attention sharpened the moment I saw the sender: Medigen Hospital.That name… it made me pause. I hadn’t been there in over two years, not since I did a general check-up and stored my DNA sample for a long-term health profile. It was part of a business insurance package, nothing more.So why were they contacting me now?Curiosity took over, a