CassianThis was getting dangerous. I needed to calm her down before she started digging too deep and discovered Azalea.“Chiara,” I called, my voice gentle as I tried my best to sound hurt by her words. “You’re hurting me by saying this.”“I’m sorry,” she whispered, guilt immediately replacing her anger. “But you caused this.”I let a single tear slide down my cheek—a trick I’d perfected years ago.“Oh!” Chiara gasped and rushed to me, wrapping her arms around me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blamed you or suspected you. This is all my fault.”Her whole body was shaking. “I was so scared,” she said, her voice trembling. “I didn’t know what to think. But I know now that I was wrong.”“No,” I whispered, my breath warm against her ear. “I shouldn’t have ignored you and made you think I was cheating.”I gently lifted her face to look at me. “I’m sorry.”Before she could respond, I kissed her. My hands moved over her body while I fought the urge to be sick.Being in the same room with her
CassianPeter didn’t respond right away. He just stared at me with that worried look he always got when I pushed things too far.“You’re playing with fire, Leo,” he muttered quietly. “And this time, I think it’s going to burn you worse than you expect.”I laughed coldly. “Fire doesn’t scare me. I’ve lived in it long enough to make it my friend.”He left without another word, and I savored the silence that followed.Azalea.Adriano.Everything was falling into place perfectly.But there was still one missing piece.Amira.Peter was taking much longer than I’d expected. I needed to find that girl, and fast.I walked back to my desk and pressed a button on the side panel. The encrypted screen flickered to life, showing a man in a black turtleneck with a shaved head. Ivan, my most trusted problem solver.“I need you to find someone,” I said without any greeting.“Я предполагаю, что это снова о девушке. (I assume this is about the girl again),” he replied in his heavy Russian accent. “Stil
Cassian“Mr. Caelian,” Peter called as he walked into my office. I didn’t bother to look up from my desk; the stack of papers in front of me needed my attention, and I was eager to finish so I could see Azalea later.“Mr. Caelian,” he called again, his voice more insistent.I sighed, my jaw tightening. “What is it, Peter? What do you need?”“You have a call,” he informed me.“From?”“Your parents.”The pen in my hand stopped moving. I slowly lifted my head, meeting Peter’s knowing gaze. My chest tightened—calls from my parents never brought good news.“What do they want now?” I asked, unable to hide my frustration.“They want you to have dinner with your fiancée tonight.”“With Chiara.”Peter nodded. “Yes, sir.”I dropped my pen with force. “I’m not interested. Cancel it.”Peter let out a dry laugh. “I’m afraid that’s not possible. Your mother knew you’d refuse, so she gave me a special message.” He paused, watching my reaction carefully. “If you don’t show up, she’ll go after your li
AzaleaCassian pulled me back before kissing me. My mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding at once. Push him away. This is too dangerous. He doesn’t know who you really are.But instead of listening to the voice of reason, I found myself melting into his kiss.“Mmm,” I moaned into the kiss as he deepened it. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of his body against mine.The world around us faded, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his lips on mine, igniting a fire that consumed every thought. It was everything.When he finally pulled away, his breathing was as ragged as mine. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I didn’t mean to—I should have asked first.”“Are you regretting it?” I asked. “That you kissed me?”“Never.” The word came out fierce, almost desperate. “God, never. I just—I should have asked for your permission first. That’s why I’m apologizing.”I looked at him. This man made me feel saf
AzaleaEver since that dangerous killer had attacked in the hospital, I had seen no trace of him anywhere. The memory haunted me, sending cold shivers down my spine whenever I thought about those terrifying moments.I took my precious time to carefully explain everything that had happened at the hospital to him while he was unconscious and recovering, and he solemnly promised to look into it.We left the hospital together, Cassian walking slowly beside me, still weak from his injuries. The afternoon sun felt warm on our faces.“Are you going back to the hotel?” I asked gently as we stood outside the main hospital entrance.“No,” he responded. “I have a comfortable house nearby.”“A house? Then why were you staying in the expensive hotel?” My curious eyes roamed all over him suspiciously, and confusion.“Don’t get me wrong,” he stated. “The company got me a beautiful house.”I was not easily convinced. He had told me earlier he was on a business trip here, so how come he suddenly owned
AzaleaIt finally dawned on me. The car accident wasn’t a coincidence. It was planned.Someone had tried to kill me with that car, and when Cassian saved me, they came to the hospital to finish the job.Someone wanted me dead. Someone had been watching me, following me, and planning my death. And they wouldn’t stop until they succeeded.But who? And why? I was just a hotel cleaner. I had no money, no power, no enemies. What could anyone possibly want from me?I looked at Cassian, lying unconscious in the hospital bed. Now he was in danger too, just because he had tried to protect me. I had brought this trouble into his life.“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, taking his hand. “I’m so sorry I got you involved in this.”But even as I apologized, I knew I couldn’t leave him alone. If that man came back, if he tried to hurt Cassian again, I had to be here to protect him.Just like he had protected me.I spent the rest of the day thinking about everything that had happened. The mysterious man in