Chapter 5

Half-conscious, I felt myself being lifted into Cassian’s arms.

“Put me down.” My voice was weak, but unwavering.

Cassian’s tone allowed no argument. “Don’t be difficult.”

He didn’t give me a chance to resist, and he simply shoved me into the car.

Warm air blasted through the heater, slowly chasing the cold from my body.

Cassian took a dry towel, briskly wiping my hair and soaked clothes, then drove off.

When we got out again, I realized he’d brought me to an apartment downtown.

I had no strength left to fight him. I let him change my clothes, clean my wounds, apply medicine.

I never imagined that in this lifetime, Cassian and I would share even a single hour of peace.

Watching me, dazed and barely awake, he gently covered my hand with his.

And then, the doorbell rang.

Cassian stood and went to open the door.

Outside stood Demi, her face pale, wrapped in layers of gauze.

“Don…” The moment she saw him, her eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling in just the right way.

“My sister suffered so much… I was really worried. Even though she pushed me down the stairs, we’re sisters after all… I couldn’t rest until I brought her home.”

I braced myself against the wall and walked toward the door, step by step.

My gaze on her was cold as ice.

“Demi, if you put on this disgusting act in front of me again, I swear I’ll put the engagement back on myself.”

Demi shut up instantly, fear flashing across her eyes.

Cassian’s face darkened, anger sharp and unrestrained.

“Why are you so vindictive? Demi is generous, she doesn’t blame you, and she even came to take you home. Is this how you treat your sister?”

Demi stepped closer, lightly tugging Cassian’s sleeve, her voice soft and fragile:

“It’s alright… as long as she’s willing to go back with me.”

Cassian nodded. “You should go with her. The wedding is tomorrow. I’ll come get you.”

“No.” The word ripped from me, instinctive. “She’ll kill me.”

Cassian stared at me in disbelief, unable to understand why I would “think the worst” of my own family.

He reached for my wrist. I instinctively pulled back—

Cassian staggered, losing his balance, bumping into the entryway cabinet.

The thermos on top toppled over, shattering with a loud crack—

scalding water exploding in every direction!

In the split second that followed, Cassian moved on pure instinct,

lunging toward Demi, shielding her with his body, taking the brunt of the boiling water across his back.

His bodyguard charged forward and kicked me hard into the corner.

My vision blurred. A high-pitched ringing swallowed everything.

Demi burst into frantic sobs and shrieks.

“Aria Vale! You’re wicked, always have been! A red‑haired witch! A demon! Look what you did to Cassian!”

“Someone shoot her already!”

Cassian gasped through the pain. “Enough! Let her go! The wedding tomorrow… goes on as planned.”

I staggered toward the door.

Demi rushed after me.

SMACK!

A vicious slap across my face.

“Stay away from Cassian! Forever! If you appear again, I’ll claim your life in the name of the Vercetti family’s future lady.”

“From now on, I will take care of him. And you, disappear immediately! “

I stepped out into the snow.

Looking up, I saw Cassian and Demi silhouetted together in the apartment window.

That was the clearest moment of my life, utter despair, and utter freedom.

At dawn, my phone lit up.

A message I’d been waiting for finally appeared:

My visa was approved.

The fifty million had arrived.

I grabbed the suitcase I’d packed long ago, pulled on a hat, lowered the brim, then put on a mask.

When I opened the door, the whole family was busy sending Demi off; no one noticed me.

I dragged my suitcase down the stairs, across the courtyard, and out the gate.

A taxi pulled up. I got in.

Just as the engine started, Cassian’s Rolls-Royce turned the corner, slowly stopping at the house.

He stepped out, holding a bouquet of red roses.

Tall, elegant, coldly handsome...

Once, that single sight kept me in love with him for so many years.

Now, I watched the scene with a heart as still as water.

Layers of veils covered Demi’s face entirely.

Cassian approached, taking the bride’s hand...his eyes full of tenderness, contentment, devotion.

Cassian, Cassian.

A disciplined heir like you was always meant for a gentle, obedient, well‑bred lady.

If you lifted the veil today and found out the bride had been switched...

you’d probably be even happier.

The driver asked, “Miss, where to?”

I smiled.

He walks toward his family's honor.

I ride toward my city of freedom.

In the end, we take our separate roads.