Masuk“Come meet me at this address when you are done with Blake.”
Cassandra stared down at the message on her phone; her uncle, Niko, had sent her the message.
She let out a sigh, the shock of meeting her soon-to-be husband still within her…
Blake McKnight…
He was scary in a sense.
No wonder his poor old grandfather was begging around for a wife; how was he going to get a wife if he acts like an asshole to every woman he meets.
It is his foolishness that allows Uncle Niko was able to use his grandfather’s weakness against him, but this works out. She would be able to leave that family once and for all.
Cassandra gets into the lounge at the address her uncle had texted her, her eyes narrow when she catches a glimpse of her uncle with Mr. McKnight.
Can’t this man hold on for a bloody second?
She wore a thin smile as she approached the table.
“Oh! Cassandra is here already,” he said with a beaming smile as he got out of his seat and pulled out a chair for her.
“Thank you, Uncle.” She said with another fake smile as she eased herself into the chair. Her eyes are now staring at Mr. McKnight, who also had a small smile on his face.
“You met with Blake?” he queried and she nodded. He let out a sigh of relief, it was almost as though he had expected the meeting to never happen.
“I thought he stood you up, I had to threaten him seriously.” He leaned in to whisper. “How was it? Do you like him?”
He asked eagerly, and it made Cassandra genuinely sad.
Truthfully, she didn’t like Blake, apart from the fact that he was rude and condescending.
He was also a narcissist, but then she noticed the glare her uncle gave in her direction and then she nodded.
“He’s a lot of work, but I think we can work out.” She muttered she didn’t recognize her own voice, but it wasn’t completely a lie, she would rather pick a condescending jerk like Blake than to be around Lance.
“Oh really?” Mr. McKnight said, sounding genuinely surprised. A short, awkward laugh escaped him. “You’re the first girl to say something like that.”
How does she tell this old man that she wasn’t complimenting his grandson?
“The other girls would cry and speak about how rude Blake was to them.” He said tiredly massaging his temples.
“Well, he is rude.” She blurted abruptly. Seizing the attention of the two men.
“Then why do you like him? Was there any reason in particular you are agreeing?” he muttered. “I need you to understand that you can also refuse and nobody here is pressuring you.”
Cassandra bit on her lips, racking her brain for something to say.
“W-Well, H-He is also handsome.” She stuttered and Mr. McKnight chuckled again.
“You can’t just get into a marriage because he’s handsome, it takes more than facial qualities to be a perfect man and a good husband.” He lectured and then corrected in a beat. “He is a handsome jerk.”
They both laughed, Niko simply nodded along impatiently, he couldn’t wait for the deal to be over with.
“He’s rude but not completely hopeless, I believe he has a soft spot, something I can touch.” She proceeded with another smile. “Give me a few months, a little time with him and he will be a changed man. Moreover, the reason I am agreeing to this marriage is because of you, Mr. McKnight.”
His eyes widened slightly at the sudden confession.
“I would like for you to stop searching desperately for a woman, and you should also stop thinking about how little time you have left.” She continues with a small smile. “He might not show it, but Blake is worried about you as well.”
“Oh.” He wondered, she noticed the sudden softness in his eyes, and a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips.
“I will marry Blake.” She affirmed again confidently. “And I will take care of him too, so, you don’t have to worry about anything.”
*****
“I didn’t know you’re so good at lying.” Uncle Niko said as they walked towards his car, the lunch was over and they had finalize the wedding, she was relieved this turned out way better than she imagined it, but on hearing Uncle Niko’s little remark a small scowl appeared on her face. “Mr. McKnight ate that up, did you see his face after you told him that bullshit? Who would have thought that my innocent little niece isn’t as innocent as I thought?”
Not everything she told the man was a lie, she was indeed worried for him, but arguing with her uncle was pointless.
“Well, with you threatening to throw me out of the house if things don’t go well. I didn’t have much of a choice.” She bit back bitterly and he nodded in satisfaction.
“You did a splendid job anyway, Mr. McKnight has agreed to sign the business contract with me, which means the wedding will go on as planned.” Cassandra felt her heart dropped, even though she wasn’t necessarily causing the damage.
She felt bad for being involved in a shameless deceit like that.
“So I suggested to Mr. McKnight that you should meet Blake on another date tomorrow and during the weekend the whole family will have dinner with the McKnights.” He continued after a short breath. “We need to formally inform the rest of the family that you’re getting married.”
“What?” she gasped. “I don’t think it’s necessary to meet him again so soon!”
She didn’t want to spend yet another second with him.
“You need to get used to him before the wedding, you know, and the wedding will be happening faster than you think, the earlier the better.” He continued with a sly smile. “Start working your charms, not like you have any, so he gets smitten with you by the time you’re married.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Since I did a splendid job, then can I ask for something in return?” she professed, he paused for a while, his eyes narrowing.
“What is it?”
“Lend me some money.”
“What do you even need the money for?” he queried and when she refused to answer he let out a sigh. “Alright, fine, how much do you need?”
“I said, who did that to you?” Blake asked again, trying to reach for Cassandra, but she stepped back quickly. She was determined to keep her secret. Blake, seeing such wounds, would only give rise to doubt and further questions. Her heart lurched wildly in her chest as she tried to slam the bathroom door shut, but Blake fixed his feet in the doorway, stopping it.“I’m not done talking, Cassandra.” This wasn’t one of those days for Blake; he was beyond tired—he was exhausted and so done with all these schemes and drama that seemed to be happening backstage. In those days, the days he played the understanding husband, the husband who always took a step back as soon as he noticed her discomfort, when he stopped asking when he noticed her unwillingness. He did all that not because he was stupid, but because he was trying to establish some sort of trust in her; he wanted her to open up to him herself.He wanted her to lean on him—to know she could rely on him at any point.But seems
Lance’s eyebrows rose slightly, wondering why a woman was following him in the middle of the night, claiming to have ‘A proposal strong enough to make his engines kick.’ Was this perhaps another scam strategy? Before you know it, she begins to explain something, and then boom, you’re getting robbed.Not today. He shook his head. “What if I tell you I’m not interested?” He asked instead, there was no reason for a woman like herself to be following a man in such a dark alley unless she had ulterior motives, and right now, he wasn’t in the mood to be scammed by an unprofessional woman stalker." He proceeded on his way to his room. "Wait," Natasha’s eyes went wide as she dashed towards him and then grabbed his arms. There was a clear contrast between Cassandra and her cousin Lance. While she was small and timid, this guy was big and brooding—he seemed like he had very limited interests in life. Lance’s blue eyes quickly flickered to the part of his skin where her hands had touched
Cassandra stepped back out of both fear of being caught and surprise, and Blake’s eyes narrowed noticing the way her body shook but he remained waiting for her response. “Cassandra?” He called, and she felt herself shake.“It was an accident.” She lied, trying to control the tremor in her voice, but seems like Blake picked it up. “I didn’t look where I was going, and I bumped into something, I didn’t even know it would scar.” She covered it quickly with her hands, and Blake’s eyes narrowed in confusion, it didn’t look like a scar from a bump, it looked like someone grabbed her, and probably struck her there. His eyes narrowed, there seemed to be something wrong with her.“Okay.” He simply said as he stepped back noticing how uncomfortable she is. “I should leave for you to change.” He leaves the room, this isn’t the first time he felt something suspicious right after she comes back from seeing Lance, there is something about them that makes him uncomfortable, like their relationshi
“That is impossible.” Cassandra got up in an instant her heart pounding in her chest, it felt as though she was punched in the face by the cruel words that left Lance lips; there was hardly anything he wanted that he never got. The golden child of her uncle’s family, and that is why he is so entitled to having everything, but this time around, she doesn’t think she could ever unhand the ray of hope she now has. Blake has made life worth living, and even she could dare to say, he made life easier to live.How could she divorce him?“What makes it so?” He pressed his lips together, his other hand stroking his chin. “Cassie. What did I say about refusing me?” “Lance, I can’t divorce my husband.” She put it to him, in a more confident tone. “We are married, and your parents won’t ever allow us be together; moreover, this is wrong, we have to stop.” He paused for a while, his icy blue eyes focused on her trembling body, and then he let out a mocking laughter, Cassandra flinched slightly
“You seem sad,” Blake noticed; his cold voice breaking the silence as he reached for the mayonnaise on the table, for some reason that was his favorite bed spread, and he enjoyed it, even though most people called him weird for it. Cassandra’s eyes snapped towards him in shock, she had completely zoned out. “Is anything the problem?” He noticed from the way she spooned her food without taking any bite in particular, it was unnerving, watching her lost in thoughts over breakfast. “Grace told me your uncle came here, while i was away.” He reminded and and she swallowed down a huge lump in her throat. “Is anything the problem?” “Um… no.” She started, the words hung in her lips, she was dying to tell him what had truly transpired, she knew if she told him her uncle was trying to force her to give out her rights to her father’s company; he would help her. But at the same time, she risk losing everything; her uncle might decide to tell Blake the truth, and she would lose all hope, and
“Do you think I don’t know what’s going on with you and Lance?” He suddenly deadpanned, and Cassandra’s eyes widened in shock, and her eyes worriedly darted towards Grace standing in the distance… She wondered if Grace could hear their discussion, and then shook her head, nearing her uncle she grabbed him. “Don’t talk so loudly,” She snapped as she grabbed his shoulder dragging him to the farthest corner of the room, away from the ears of the maid. “So, it is true,” Uncle Nico had expected her to deny it, but knowing Cassandra, she wasn’t the type of person to lie. “I took you in, took care of you, provided for you, and this is how you pay me back. Sleeping with my son, aren’t you shameless?”“I am not sleeping with your son because I want to,” since her uncle was the one bringing it up, maybe if she confesses to him, he can do something about it. Like making sure Lance stars clear of her. “He threatens me, he hits me, I can’t refuse him.”“You know what you are accusing my
“Are you okay?” Grace asked curiously when Cassandra returned downstairs, and her eyes were swollen. She had gotten a call and then suddenly left them, only for her to come back after a few minutes, looking as pale as paper.“Yeah, my stomach hurts,” she lied, as she neared the counter again, picki
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.
“You did a very good job.” Blake said seemingly impressed, he hadn't expected that Cassandra would learn such difficult task so fast. He had scheduled a month to train her perfectly but it’s barely a week and she was doing beautiful.Even Stefan commented about how fast she was learning. “If y
“She denies it, yet you still doubt her. Seems like you have a vivid image of what you expect me to be in your head.” Blake stated, his sharp gaze shifting between Lance and Cassandra. He could sense an unusual tension between them. “Why don’t you just be honest and tell us what’s bothering you?”“







