“You know what you have to do,” Blake said, his eyes bearing hatred into Cassandra, “You don’t like me.” “No,” Cassandra answered, she had been rehearsing how to sound nice while she rejected his proposal but it was impossible. “What?” He asked surprised “I said no, I am sorry, I can’t do that.” She muttered. “You don’t have any idea what you are signing up for, do you?” He asked, both his hands balled into fists on the table, while she watched him silently. “How much did my grandfather pay you?” He asked again and then she looked away from his magnetic gaze, feeling embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I told Mr. McKnight that I would marry you. I don’t think anything would change my mind.” She feigned confidence, holding onto her own hands to stop them from trembling. “We can just try to get along.” “Get along? What was I expecting from a gold-digger?” he asked with deep seething frustration. “You all are the same.” I wanted to ask what he meant by that but I couldn’t. “This wouldn’t be easy I assure you, princess, there would be a price to pay, a fucking expensive one.” He gets up and puts on his cap. “See you later, dear wife.” Unable to say a word she watched him storm away, her heart hammering painfully at his threat. Cassandra’s life took a total turn when her uncle forced her to get married to his partner’s grandson. Even though she was reluctant at first but then she didn’t have a choice but to agree, if there was a way she could escape her cousin, Lance. She would gladly marry even the devil because what has she got to lose?
View MoreBlake folded his arms as he rested his back on the chair, he later decided on meeting with Natasha in a restaurant they agreed to meet in this particular restaurant by 11 A.M, but Blake came about an hour earlier.Just because he couldn’t bear to stay home after what happened. He had gotten unnecessarily angry and because of that he had caused her to be injured.But at the same time he didn’t want to be too soft with her, she takes his kindness for granted and that’s why she had the effontery to lie to him. He never expected to feel so bad that she lied to him, he doesn’t feel anything towards her, but why did it irritate him so much? Why was he so angry about it and why was he so eager to know the reason she lied? He shouldn’t be feeling this way.He clenched his fists tightly, he knew that she was cheating on him, but he didn’t want to confirm it yet just because he didn’t want to ruin the image he had of her in his head. She was kind, sweet and charming. Someone who isn’t capab
She had never been fake to him. He was too angry to be concerned about what happened last night. Could it be his mental illness triggering out? Blake stood up and left angrily climbing up the stairs. Cassandra quickly dropped the cutlery she held in her hands and rushed after him.“Blake…” She yelled as she went after him, her legs doubling over the stairs and she slipped falling down. Blake heard the thud and then turned towards her. “Why are you running after me?” He yelled when his eyes combated the blood on her knees. “Is it so hard to leave me alone??” He grabbed her waist and hauled her up. Holding the edge of her dressed that was soaked with blood. Just how hard did she fall to bleed like this. He placed an arm at the bed of her knees and lifted her from the floor and started proceeding towards his room.He kicked the door open, and dropped her on the bed, disappeared into the bathroom..He came back almost immediately with a first aid box in his hands, and he qu
"Good morning…" Cassandra whispered as she descended the stairs, her voice barely above a breath. Blake was already seated at the head of the table, sipping his coffee with the same composed demeanor he always carried. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to the floor, unwilling to meet his eyes.How did he do it? How did he wake up every morning as if nothing had changed, as if last night hadn’t unraveled everything? While he sat there, seemingly unaffected, she had spent the entire night drowning in the weight of her thoughts—thoughts of him, of them, of the evening that had started with hope and ended in regret.But regret wasn’t enough to erase what she felt for him. No matter how distant they had grown, no matter how complicated things became, she knew she would always choose him.And Lance… he couldn’t keep her chained to his threats forever. He may have relished the power he held over her now, but one day, that power would slip through his fingers. And when it did, she
Cassandra sat in the car staring outside the window, watching the lights fade into the scenery every time they passed by a street pole. Blake glanced at her, noticing something different.He wondered if he handled Natasha in the right way. He wouldn’t deny the fact that he still loved Natasha.No. He could never love any other woman the same way he loved Natasha. But he didn’t want to hurt Cassandra as well, and as it is, it seemed that Cassandra was just using him as well. “What was so important that Lance wanted to talk to you about?” he queried hoping she would be honest with him. So he could at least trust her. “I apologize for his behavior again.” She muttered taking her eyes from outside and then staring ahead. “What was so important that he had me leave for?” Blake was insistent on finding out. He wanted a reason… even if it’s a little bit, he wanted a reason why he could trust her. And if she gave him that, he would be sure of what to do. “E-Em…” she stuttered, clenc
“Is she your wife?” The woman asked curiously; she stood toe to toe with Cassandra, who looked confused; her shaky eyes darted towards Blake, as if she were asking for an explanation.“It’s none of your business.” Blake shoots out as he nears Cassandra, gripping her arms and trying to get her into the car.“Stop!” The woman yelled as she jumped in front of them, spreading her arms wide, without allowing them to move closer to the car. “I will never let you go. You need to talk to me.”“I am telling you, Tasha.” He complained with a frown on his face. “I am married, and I can’t spare a word with you.”“We all know that you don’t love your wife.” The woman whose name was Natasha announced her voice was loud enough to draw attention from the people in the area. “Unless you want to lie to yourself, Blake. The only person you have ever loved and will ever love is me. The only thing I am asking from you is that you allow me to explain myself. Just look at how unhappy you are.”“Let go of me
She glared up at Lance who had a smug of satisfaction on his face, he relaxed into the seat confidently. “We should place some orders.” He chuckled. “Your generous husband even left us some money to pay. How kind is your husband. I initially thought rich people were selfish.” “What do you want?” Cassandra muttered, her voice dangerously low. She could feel tears making way to her eyes, she could guess what was so important to him that he needed to say when her husband was away. “I hate to keep him waiting.” “Oohh… someone is trying to save her face.” Lance suddenly leaned back into the table, catching her hands. “Let me tell you how this is going to play out. If Blake ever finds out about us, he will not stay married to you. He will leave you as fast, no matter what you tell him, he will leave. And then do you think there will be anyone who would be interested in a woman who was divorced by a billionaire because she was sleeping with her cousin?” Cassandra felt her body trembl
“L-Lance….” Cassandra muttered her voice shaky, her bulging eyes nearly rolled out of their socket as she stared at her cousin in disbelief.How the hell did he find them there…And what gave him the effontery to think he could join them casually. Blake noticed the shift in Cassandra’s emotions, and his eyes narrowed.He realized that whenever her family was around, she was always uncomfortable but when this particular cousin was with them.She shakes visibly, and now he was curious. He wanted to know the reason.“I hope you don’t mind me.” Lance asked with a playful smirk at the edge of his lips and Cassandra’s eyes darted towards Blake as if she was waiting for him to protest or something.“I don’t.” Blake answered which was quite surprising to Cassandra because she knew how much Blake dislikes him. “What are you doing here? It’s quite a surprise to meet you outdoor unless you’re stalking us.”Lance chuckled.“Come on.” He chuckled even more. “I am a medical student. I usu
“We are done with the assessment,” Mr. Benedict said as Blake came back into the office, and he strolled towards the center of the room, and took his sit where his wife was seated.“Was it hard?” he asked curiously and Cassandra shrugged.“I am not too sure, but I did my best.” She muttered with an unsure smile on her face, she then leaned in to him and whispered the rest of the words. “I am a bit nervous.”“Don’t worry, you would do great.” He assured her, his gaze falling to her plump lips that looked ripe and swollen. Blake swallowed, the improper thoughts of the previous night slipped into my mind, and he felt himself stiffened again.Shit! Those thoughts were flooding back in again, and so he moved away from her, receiving the files from the principal, and his eyes narrowed and then widened briefly. Cassandra was nervous and didn’t know what to do from his reaction, and perhaps she failed.“What does it say?” She asked curiously.“You passed.” He handed the file to her, the pass
“No…” Cassandra muttered, as she grabbed his arm, turning him towards herself. “I need to know if you’re okay or not. Do you feel sick?” “Just leave. I am fine.” He argued trying to push her away, but she slipped and fell in between his legs. Blake squeezed his eyes shut, he tried to push her away but it was already too late. Cassandra’s face flushed bright red as she felt something hard pressed around her butt, she stared down at Blake in realization who evaded her gaze. “Um…” she muttered as she tried to get off. “I think you should go and bathe.” “Yeah, or do you want to bathe with me?” he teased and her eyes widened. “I don’t mind.” “N-No…”she muttered as she quickly got out of the bed and before she got to the door knob, he caught her wrists.“Before I forget,” he drawled pulling her away from the door. “Last night, you had a weird dream. I want to know what it is about.” Cassandra froze hiding her eyes away from Blake scared that he might figure it out if he looked at her.
Sunlight streamed into the chilly room, gently warming Cassandra's face. She stirred, her eyelids fluttering open and a dull, throbbing pain greeted her. The world spun around her, and she groaned, trying to make the dizziness go away. Despite the lame attempts her headache only worsened. She tried to move, but her limbs felt heavy, and she was unable to lift herself.It was almost as though she was trapped in her body, unable to do anything except stare at the ceiling. She thought about what might be causing her headache, but the more she thought about it, the more it hurt. Suddenly, she realized this might be the after-effect of the drugs Lance had used on her.Just as the thought crossed her mind, the door creaked open, and her aunt Mercedes came in, her grey eyes scanning the room with suspicion. When her gaze settled on Cassandra, curled up on the bed, they narrowed with contempt. It was just like yesterday, Cassandra’s parents had died in a car crash on a business trip, Cassand...
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