Masuk
Chapter 1
“Do you, Miss Cassandra Adler, take master Viktor Krüger to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse……” The priest’s voice blurred into a distant hum. Cassandra barely heard the vows, her thoughts drifting as she stared through the white veil at the man waiting before her. Viktor Krüger was smiling. Too brightly, too eagerly. His eyes glittered with devotion, the kind she had prayed she would one day feel in return. But she didn’t. Not for him. Her lips curled into a weary smile, but guilt weighed on her chest. She wished she didn't have to pretend to be in love with him. Her father had promised love might come later. She wasn't so sure. Their union was nothing more than a means of neutralization, ultimate protection for the Adler family from the Mafia or any crime syndicate organization, and a way to bring both families closer. Their marriage wasn't born of love. It was a contract. Cassandra let out a quiet sigh, her gaze leaving Viktor's smile to the anticipating crowd. She scanned every face, from her brother's to her father's, and to her in-laws as if registering each one in her head. Then, her breath caught. A pair of ice cold ocean eyes staring back at her. Her whole body stiffened, a sharp sensation running through her as she stared back into his unwavering gaze. The man seated with his arms crossed, evenly narrowed eyes, a scar across his brow half hidden by his thick dark hair, and a presence that screamed power, was none other than Viktor's father, Dante Krüger. He stood out from the crowd, and it wasn't because of the domineering aura that surrounded him, but because of the deep, disapproving frown sitting on his face. Her pulse quickened, panic setting in. Why was he staring at her like that? Had be noticed her slouching? Or was it the hollowness of her smile? “Cassandra.” Viktor’s whisper snapped her back. His hand tightened around hers. Startled, she tore her gaze away from Dante’s. “You’re spacing out again,” Viktor murmured, his tone gentle and subtle. The priest was waiting. Everyone was waiting. Cassandra swallowed hard, forcing the words out as she found her composure. “Y-yes. I do.” Applause rang faintly in her ears, but she barely heard it. Against her will, her eyes darted back toward Dante’s seat. To her dismay, he was gone, leaving an empty seat behind. Her heart dropped, her gaze snapping towards the entrance of the wedding hall. She caught a glimpse of his broad back before it disappeared. A strange ache pressed against her ribs. Viktor lifted her veil, his smile warm. As if he’d read her mind, he told her “You didn’t do anything wrong. He’s always like this. Don’t let him get to you.” He cupped her cheek, brushing aside her unease before sealing the moment with a light kiss. ––– That evening, the Krüger mansion glittered with chandeliers and laughter as the wedding reception unfolded. Cassandra had changed into an off shoulder crêpe gown. And just as her in-laws wanted, she stood in the limelight throughout the event. “Oh, stop acting like this isn't the best thing that has ever happened to you,” Kara Wells, Cassandra's best friend, sneered, lifting her glass to her lips. Cassandra lowered her voice, her brows knitting, “It's Viktor I'm more worried about. I'm afraid I might never love him as much as he loves me” Kara rolled her eyes “Please. He adores you. That's all that matters. Even if you don't love him yet, you will. Just fake it until then” “Could you keep your voice down?” Cassandra hissed, shooting her a sharp look. “This isn’t the studio. Everyone can hear you.” Kara grinned, unbothered. “Relax. Besides…” Her gaze shifted. “Your husband’s on his way over.” Cassandra turned swiftly, standing “Viktor,” she called out in haste. Viktor's lips curled up. He used the opportunity to take in his wife's appealing features, his eyes practically taking off her clothes before the consummation. Cassandra's hair, soft layered, was left to cascade down her bare shoulders. Her thin almond amber eyes, firm with a hint of naivety, radiated like the gems around her neck and the bracelet on her wrist. Her peach themed lips, slightly full were eager to be devoured by him. She had an allure that screamed seductive. If it wasn't for the cause of an event, he refused the likes of other men setting eyes on her neck let alone her shoulders. “You look breathtaking, Cassandra,” Viktor said, extending his hand to her. Cassandra placed her hand on his, teasing “You’ve said that like a hundred times today,” she chuckled lightly. “And I'll say it a hundred more. My wife is the most beautiful woman here.” His voice beamed with pride as he began leading her towards the dance floor. Cassandra noticed this and asked, “You want to dance?” She was a little disappointed. She still wanted to spend some time with Kara. Shockingly, they were heading past the dance floor. Viktor shook his head, his smile deepening “Not me. My father wants to dance with you” Cassandra’s steps faltered. Her heart leapt painfully into her throatCHAPTER 32She watched him walk out the door, his shoulders still heavy with the weight of everything that had happened.Cassandra sat in the cafe for a moment longer, stirring her now cold coffee. When she finally stepped outside, the afternoon sun made her squint. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, her eyes falling on the curb. A sleek black car was already prepared for her. Earlier, Viktor had only allowed her to stay back on the terms of having two bodyguards by her side. The two of them stood by the car, and despite the harsh sun, their postures remained stern, their expressions stone cold. Cassandra took a step forward towards them, but stopped when she suddenly sighted Kara crossing the road toward the headquarters. Her face lit up immediately, but her smile froze when she saw that Gregory had followed behind her. He grabbed Kara by the wrist, pulling her back roughly. Kara’s voice rose above the noise of the street. “Let go of me!” Cassandra froze. Gregory? Kara ha
CHAPTER 31 “Everyone keeps telling me to let go,” Aaron muttered absently, sighing for the 9th time. The words lingered in the air for a long time after they left his lips. He just sat still, amidst the light chatter around him, lost in thought. He was seated across from Cassandra in a small cafe near the statio’s headquarters. Cassandra stirred her coffee without drinking it. Her eyes lingered on him, watching the slump in his shoulders, the restless way his fingers tapped against the cup. He had barely touched his food. Everything about him screamed unease. He was deeply troubled, obviously. He would never admit it, but within himself, he was still trying to find a connection between Dante and Edward's death. After his quiet mumble, Cassandra reached across the table, her hand brushing his. “That’s because we care about you, Aaron,” she said softly. “You’re pushing this too far.” He jaw tightened as he mumbled under his breath “Not far enough,” He finally looked up, his eyes
CHAPTER 30 “You arrested Viktor’s father, Aaron. Why wouldn’t I have come?” Cassandra’s voice trembled. She paused for a moment before asking. “What happened? Did you find something on Mr. Krüger?” Before Aaron could respond, Dante appeared from the hallway. The sound of police chatter faltered as he passed through the lobby. He was calm, collected, yet his presence still commanded attention. Dante didn’t glance at Aaron first. His eyes found Cassandra’s instead, locking onto her worried-filled gaze. Then he turned away, walking toward Viktor, who stood a few meters off, waiting. Cassandra followed him with her eyes, her chest tightening. There was no fear in Dante's posture, no hesitation in his steps. Viktor was right. Aaron noticed her distraction and spoke quietly, his voice hinting on exhaustion. “I did find something,” he said. “Thanks to you.” He further explained “All but one person was found deceased in that file you got me.” He hesitated, his jaw tightening as he for
CHAPTER 29 “Detective Adler… we’ve got a problem.” The voice trembled from the other side of the line. For a fleeting moment, Aaron's heart sank. He was struck by a sharp wave of dread, threatening to end the illusion of victory he had been holding onto all morning. A problem. Of course there was a problem. Nothing ever goes straightforward when it comes to Dante Krüger. Panic jabbed at Aaron's throat, but he chose composure over stressing out. His voice lowered as he asked “What is it?” His tone was calm and measured. The voice listening would believe he truly was, but his heart was being torn apart by a tormoil he didn't even know. It was all evident in his expression and the look in his eyes. The voice came as a stutter, followed by a hard gulp. “Sir, i-it's…. Mr. Johanson” Aaron's jaw clenched, his heart dropping into his stomach. He exhaled subtly, still withholding his calm. “What about him?” There was a pause, as if the words were too heavy to utter. Then the voic
CHAPTER 28 The air inside the investigation room was stifling, the atmosphere thick with tension. Two men sat across from each other, a single metallic table set in between them. The table was littered, papers and documents scattered like autumn leaves on it, and a metal cuff that clung to no one in particular. Detective Aaron Adler leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. He placed his chin on his intertwined fingers, his gaze locking on the man opposite him. His eyes were sharp. He had the look of a man who believed he had finally won. On the other side sat Dante Krüger, unreadable. His arms were folded across his chest, shoulders squared, and his face devoid of expression. Aaron studied him for a long moment, his lips then curling into a faint, triumphant smirk. “I finally did it,” he muttered under his breath, his tone heavy with sadistic pleasure. Across from him, Dante didn’t move. His frown remained fixed, his gaze steady. For a man accused of murder, illegal
CHAPTER 27 Dante's calm voice cut through their conversation “Cassandra,” he called to her attention, but ended up getting both Viktor's and Aaron's. Cassandra looked at him. He met her eyes and asked “Where do you want to go?” At first, she said nothing. The question forced her to ponder deeply. In her sense, she needed a break from everything; the house, Viktor, the vows she took, the guilt, and most of all…Dante. The only place she could think of was home— the Adler family house. No one can just burst in if they wanted to. Unlike at Kara's place. Her thoughts faltered when she felt Viktor’s hand tighten around hers. Viktor's heart hitched when he felt Cassandra's hand slowly slipping out of his. She looked at him wearily, though it hurt to let go. “I think I’ll just visit home,” she said softly. Viktor’s jaw twitched, but before he could respond, she hurried to add, “I’ll be back by the weekend. I’m not going forever.” She gave him a weak smile. “I’m married to you, rem







