CHAPTER 69
That night was silent, too quiet, as if every second struck Cassandra's ears like a hammer. Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the darkness of the room. Antonio's body lay beside her, his breathing steady, a sign that the man was still fast asleep. Cassandra let out a soft sigh, turning her face to glance at Antonio's peaceful figure. Her heart was filled with overwhelming confusion.
Slowly, she pulled back the blanket and got out of bed, making sure her movements didn’t wake Antonio. Her feet touched the cold floor, sending a chill through her body. She walked towards the bathroom, closing the door carefully so as not to make a sound. Cassandra sat on the closed toilet seat, both hands massaging her temples, which throbbed slightly.
“What should I do now?” she murmured, her voice sounding like a whisper in the silence. Her hand reflexively went to her still-flat stomach. Yet in her mind, she knew that a tiny life was growing inside her.
“I can’t lose him,” Cassandra continued, staring at her reflection in the small mirror above the sink. Her eyes looked tired, but they were filled with a mix of conflicting emotions. “But… how can I forgive him? The man who… killed my parents.”
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but Cassandra quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. She didn’t want to appear weak, not even to herself. The monumental decision she had to make felt like an unbearable weight crushing her chest. Revenge or starting something new with a man she despised yet needed?
Taking a long breath, Cassandra reached into the pocket of her pants. Earlier, she had grabbed her phone from the nightstand just to make sure she retained control over something. Her fingers typed a message quickly.
Cassandra: Jess, I need to talk. Can we meet at your apartment tomorrow?
The message was sent. She stared at the screen for a few seconds, waiting for a reply that might come even though it was late. It didn’t take long before her phone vibrated softly.
Jessica: Of course. What time?
Cassandra gave a faint smile, though her heart still felt heavy. She typed a brief response.
Cassandra: Afternoon, around two. Thank you, Jess.
Ending the conversation, Cassandra gripped her phone tightly. Jessica was the only person she could trust right now. She knew Jessica would always be by her side, no matter how complicated things got.
Cassandra put her phone back in her pocket and stood slowly. She faced the mirror again, staring at herself one more time. “You have to be strong, Cassandra. For this baby,” she whispered to herself before opening the bathroom door and returning to the bedroom.
As she approached the bed, Antonio stirred slightly but remained asleep. Cassandra observed his face in silence. There was something that made him look more human while asleep — far from the cold demeanor he usually wore. Her heart churned once more, but she tried to ignore it. She lay down quietly beside Antonio, ensuring she didn’t make any noise.
Her thoughts continued to swirl until she finally drifted off, accompanied by lingering anxiety.
Morning came slowly, the sunlight seeping through the gap in the curtains. Cassandra opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Antonio standing near the window. The man was wearing a white shirt, not fully buttoned, staring out as if lost in important thoughts.
“You’re up early today,” Cassandra remarked, her voice hoarse from sleep. Antonio turned, his expression neutral as he looked at her.
“There’s a lot to think about,” he replied shortly, then walked towards the small table near the bed. “Do you want coffee?” he asked, his tone slightly warmer.
Cassandra shook her head. “No, thank you.” She rose from the bed, sitting on the edge as she tidied her hair. “I’ll be going out this afternoon. There’s something I need to do.”
Antonio paused his movements, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Cassandra. “Is it important?” he asked, his voice shifting to a more cautious tone.
“Very important,” Cassandra replied without giving further details. She knew Antonio wouldn’t be pleased if he found out she was meeting Jessica to discuss their future. But for now, she decided to keep that secret to herself.
Antonio approached, standing in front of her with his hands in his pockets. “Then I’ll take you,” he stated firmly.
“There’s no need,” Cassandra quickly responded. “I can go by myself. You don’t need to worry.”
Antonio’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t argue further. “Alright,” he said shortly. “But if anything happens, you know who to call.”
Cassandra simply nodded, avoiding Antonio’s intense gaze. She knew he wouldn’t give up easily if he suspected something. However, she hoped Antonio would trust her this time.
That afternoon, Cassandra arrived at Jessica’s apartment right on time. Jessica opened the door with a wide smile, but that smile quickly faded when she saw Cassandra’s burdened expression.
“You look like you’ve been through hell,” Jessica said as she ushered Cassandra inside. “What’s going on?”
Cassandra sat on the couch, taking a long breath before starting to speak. “I need your help, Jess. I don’t know what to do. Antonio… he’s the father of this baby, but he’s also the man who killed my parents.”
Jessica was stunned, her eyes widening. “What? Cassandra, are you serious?”
Cassandra nodded, her eyes starting to glisten. “I’m confused, Jess. I want revenge, but I also can’t lose him. I… I need your advice.”
Jessica stared at Cassandra seriously, then her eyes shifted to Cassandra’s stomach. “Wait a minute,” she said suddenly. “You’re really pregnant?”
Cassandra nodded again, more slowly this time. “Yes, I’ve already been checked at the hospital. The doctor said I’m pregnant.”
Jessica covered her mouth with her hand, clearly shocked. “Oh my God, Cassandra. I can’t believe it. I… I need to see for myself,” she said, trying to suppress a small laugh. “You know I’m always skeptical about everything.”
Cassandra just sighed, leaning back into the couch. “I’m not joking, Jess. This is real.”
Jessica finally sat back, her eyes sparkling. “Oh my. So, you really got to feel Antonio Franches’ famously hot body?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.
Cassandra’s face turned bright red. Without thinking, she grabbed a pillow nearby and threw it at Jessica. “Jess, you’re so annoying!” she exclaimed, though the corners of her lips began to curl into a small smile.
Jessica burst out laughing, hugging the pillow Cassandra had thrown. “I’m just joking, Cass! But seriously, you need to take care of your pregnancy. This isn’t something to take lightly.”
Cassandra exhaled again, her sense of heaviness returning. “I know, Jess. But I’m confused. At the police station, I haven’t even told anyone that I’m married to Antonio. And now… with all of this, I really don’t know what to do.”
Jessica gently held Cassandra’s hand. “You need to take small steps first, Cass. Focus on your health and this baby. The other problems can be dealt with later.”
Cassandra nodded slowly, feeling a bit calmer with Jessica’s presence. However, she knew that the journey ahead was still long and full of challenges.
Edward Novaries sat in his chair, his jaw clenched tight, eyes burning with madness and fury. In front of him, a group of men from various mafia organizations sat around a circular table. Some of them looked hesitant, while others stared at him with disbelief. Antonio had destroyed all his financial networks, burned his businesses to the ground.Now, he had no choice but to seek new allies. His gaze flicked to the right, where Hernando Diaz, a Colombian cartel boss, lounged lazily in his seat. Across from him sat Rafael Montenegro, head of the Spanish syndicate, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. Edward exhaled sharply before speaking.“We all have one common enemy—Antonio Franches and The Silver Thorn. If we don’t act now, he’ll take us down one by one.”Hernando scoffed.“You talk big, Edward. We all know who Antonio is and what his men are capable of. He’s not just another threat—he’s a goddamn killing machine.”“You expect us to go against a man who never fail
Inside the secret meeting room, the air was thick with tension. Dim lights cast shadows over the serious faces surrounding the massive mahogany table. Antonio’s five top agents—Marcus, Ben, Dominic, Silvio, and Luca—sat with tense expressions, ready to take orders from their leader. But tonight, there was someone different in the room. Cassandra. Normally, Antonio wouldn’t allow her to be part of meetings like this. But tonight was different. She was the only living witness to the tragic accident that took her parents' lives. Antonio wanted her here—to hear firsthand how they were going to hunt Edward Novaries down and drag him out of whatever hole he was hiding in. Cassandra sat beside Antonio, her hands clenched in her lap, trying to conceal the nervousness creeping into her. Marcus, Antonio’s most trusted man, started the discussion.“Edward keeps slipping through our fingers. We almost had him after the tanker explosion, but he got away.”Dominic took a slow sip of his coffee, his
The dark night sky was illuminated by the faint glow of city lights. The cold air was biting, but nothing could compare to the heat of tension that surrounded the scene. The sound of police sirens grew louder, inching closer with every second, signaling that Edward Novaries' time was running out. With steady breaths and an unshaken expression, Edward assessed his surroundings. A few of Antonio’s men remained in their battle-ready positions, but they knew the police would be there any moment. Antonio, injured but standing tall, clutched his throbbing arm from the previous fight. His eyes burned with fury as he stared at Edward.“You have nowhere to run, Edward.”Edward simply smirked, as if he still held control of the situation.“Antonio, Antonio… You still think this is a game you can win?”He sighed.“I’ve always been one step ahead of you.”Cassandra, standing beside Alexander, clenched her fists.“You’re a coward! All you do is hide behind your dirty tricks!”Edward turned his gaz
The sky was still gray as Cassandra and Alexander left Aunt Marrie’s house. The remnants of last night’s rain lingered on the streets, making the air cooler and damp. Trees along the road dripped with water, their leaves still wet. Cassandra sat quietly in the passenger seat, her gaze vacant as she stared out the window. Her heart was a storm of fear and determination. She was getting closer to uncovering the truth, but she also knew that each step forward brought her into more danger than she had ever imagined. Alexander, driving with sharp focus, stole occasional glances at her. He understood how heavy this journey was for Cassandra."We can stop now if you want, Cass,"Alexander said softly but firmly."This isn’t an easy road."Cassandra turned to him, her eyes burning with unshakable resolve."I’m not stopping, Alex," she said firmly."Not until I find out who killed them."Alexander studied her for a moment before sighing. He knew she wouldn’t change her mind."Alright. But prom
Cassandra stood on Aunt Marrie’s porch, staring at the dark sky with empty eyes. The night wind blew through her loose hair, but she barely felt it. Her mind was consumed by one thing—the bitter truth that her parents had never truly been free from the world they tried to leave behind. Behind her, footsteps approached. Alexander appeared, carrying two cups of hot tea."You haven’t come inside,"he said, his voice soft but watchful."It’s freezing out here."Cassandra didn’t respond right away. She took the cup without looking, taking a small sip. The warmth should have spread through her body, but the cold inside her refused to leave."They just wanted a normal life," she murmured finally, pain thick in her voice."But they were never allowed to escape."Alexander stood beside her, gazing out at the empty street."Cass…"He hesitated before saying,"I know this hurts. But if you want answers, we can start digging into their past."Cassandra tightened her grip on the cup."I have to fi
Alexander’s car sped down the empty road toward the small village where Aunt Marrie lived. Inside the vehicle, Cassandra sat silently, her eyes gazing out the window while her mind wandered far away. Her fingers fidgeted on her lap, restless, reflecting the chaos in her thoughts. Alexander glanced at her briefly, noticing the unease she made no effort to hide."I don’t know if I’m ready to hear this,"Cassandra finally spoke, her voice quiet and uncertain. Alexander kept his eyes on the road, but his voice was steady."It’s better you know now than spend the rest of your life wondering."Cassandra took a deep breath, trying to steady herself."I’m just afraid… what if the truth is worse than I imagined?"Alexander finally turned to her, his eyes serious, filled with something Cassandra couldn’t quite decipher."No matter what it is, I’ll be here with you."Cassandra swallowed hard. Alexander had always been there for her. No matter how many times she ignored him, pushed him away, even
NYPD Headquarters –The Second Shocking Package That morning, Cassandra sat at her desk, her eyes still locked onto the documents she had received days ago. The truth about her parents’ deaths lingered in her mind like an unshakable fog. Even now, she didn’t know whether to trust Antonio or the documents she had been given. But everything changed when a mail officer arrived at her office again."Detective Cassandra, there’s another package for you."Cassandra frowned, her head snapping up."What?"Another package? The officer placed a plain brown box on her desk, just like the last one—no postage stamps, no sender information. Her heartbeat quickened as she reached for it. With trembling hands, Cassandra ripped open the seal and lifted the lid. Inside was a thick stack of documents, even more disturbing than the first. Her eyes scanned the bold text on the first page:"Subject: Marvin Carter""Status: Trusted Agent of The Silver Thorn"Cassandra’s eyes widened. No… this couldn’t be… H
New York –The City Rising from Darkness Weeks after the downfall of Leonardo’s Mafia, New York was finally beginning to rise from the ruins of chaos. Citizens who had once fled returned to the city, trying to rebuild the lives they had left behind. Destroyed offices were being renovated, businesses were reopening, and the once bloodstained streets were now filled with pedestrians again. The media headlines painted a narrative of victory."NYPD Successfully Fights Crime and Restores Peace!""Leonardo and His Criminal Empire Crumble – New York is Safe Again!"On television screens, Police Commissioner O’Connor was seen smiling triumphantly as he accepted an award from the Mayor of New York. Meanwhile, in one of the skyscrapers overlooking the entire city, Antonio Franches sat leisurely on the balcony of his mansion. He gazed at the city he had saved, but there were no awards for him. No speeches, no medals. That’s just how the world worked. Marcus arrived with a bottle of whiskey, pour
Back at the Mansion –A Calming Night The night air was cold as Antonio’s car finally passed through the gates of his mansion. From a distance, several of Antonio’s men stood on high alert, ready to welcome their leader home. Marcus quickly stepped beside the car as Antonio opened the door, gently pulling Cassandra out. Cassandra looked exhausted, her face slightly pale after hours on that desolate island. But the moment she gazed at Antonio, her eyes filled with warmth and gratitude."You’re safe now,"Antonio whispered, his hand still gripping her waist firmly. Cassandra gave a small nod, still feeling the tension lingering in her body. Marcus observed them for a moment before speaking."Boss, we still need to stay on guard. Leonardo could retaliate at any moment."Antonio nodded without taking his eyes off Cassandra."Increase security around the mansion. Make sure no one gets close without my knowledge."Marcus nodded and immediately relayed orders to the rest of the team. Meanwhi