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 28The 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 arms t
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, remember?
CHAPTER 26The world around them slowly melted away, silence seeping in as Cassandra's eyes fluttered shut. Her hands moved from Dante’s chest to the back of his neck, her fingers grazing his skin. Then, without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.Her heart was racing, a cold, thrilling sensation running down her spine. She knew she was crossing a line they both might not recover from, a boundary that once broken could ruin them both. But at the same time, she felt like her heart was in the right place. Dante didn't resist her. He couldn't. He had lost all control, his composure crumbling the moment Cassandra's lips touched his. He kissed her back, slowly at first, then with a hunger that surprised even him. His insides tingled with a mixture of guilt and excitement. Every subtle movement she made seemed to intensify the wave of desire washing over him. Something dark began to stir within him. At this point, he was fighting to re
CHAPTER 24The second attack came faster than Cassandra had expected. Racheal's eyes had gone feral, her pace increasing with each step she took towards Cassandra. Her gaze, formerly trembling with fear had been replaced by raw, murderous intent. Burning so brightly that Cassandra could see it. She could feel it. With a snarl, Racheal came forward, swiftly closing the space between them, her blade slicing through the air. Cassandra tried to dodge as much as she could, but Racheal's attacks were becoming more precise, more calculated. Her hands were still tied, yet Cassandra was the one struggling to keep up. In that moment, a sudden, searing pain tore through Cassandra's upper arm as the dagger cut into her flesh. She cried out, staggering backward and clutching the wound as warm blood seeped between her trembling fingers to the concrete floor. She quickly averted her eyes from the blood, pressing down on the wound. “Ah—!” Her breath hitched, panic rising up her throat. She wince
CHAPTER 23She took a step back.The woman across from her noticed the retreat and quickened her pace, her eyes darting hungrily toward the dagger lying a few feet away. The faint shuffle of her bound legs against the cold concrete floor filled the suffocating silence between them.Cassandra held her breath, watching the woman reach out to the hilt of the weapon. Her desperate bid to free herself quickly proved to Cassandra that she was well aware of both their situations at the moment.A bloody fight to the death.Cassandra balled her fists, her fear, that gnawed and paralyzed her from the beginning, was starting to falter. There has to be another way, she told herself silently. If I don’t attack, maybe she won’t either.But the thought was foolish. Naive.Far away, in the darkened control room, Matilda watched the scene on a large surveillance screen. Her brow was furrowed, her lips drawn into a thin, tight line. “What is she doing?” she muttered to herself, a mix of confusion and w
CHAPTER 22From the car ride to the looming, eerie building, Cassandra knew only silence. A heavy, suffocating silence.The vehicle rolled to a stop with a soft halt, and her heart stuttered. Her eyes were covered with the blindfold, robbing her of sight, but she tried desperately to rely on her other senses. The air outside was still. She could hear nothing but the soft hum of the wind, the distant sounds of crickets, and the croaking of frogs somewhere nearby. It was as though the world itself was tensed. A firm hand wrapped around her arm, guiding her forward. The touch was delicate, and though Cassandra couldn’t see her, she was almost certain it belonged to Matilda. That suspicion was confirmed when Matilda's breath brushed her ear, her voice soft and reassuring.“You’ll be fine,” she whispered.Her words hadn't fulfilled their purpose. Cassandra was still uneasy, her brows knitted with fear.And then, just as suddenly, the touch changed, a colder grip took over. Cassandra was







