LOGINEveryone turned to look where the voice came from.
A man descended the stairs at a very relaxed pace, like he had nowhere important to be. He was even dressed casually in dress pants and a vintage shirt. Well, someone was full of himself. He had the build of a Greek God, that was certain. My eyes finally lifted to his face. He had the most peculiar-looking mask that covered half of his face. It covered exactly half, just stopping above his lips. He looked around the table as my parents straightened up. "Cassian, you finally decided to join us. I am Mr Hart, and it is a pleasure to meet you." Father stood humbly and walked to him, stretching out a hand. Ass kisser. "I said I preferred to be addressed as Mr Rooke. We're not familiar." He gave him a look. Well, damn. I watched as a tinge of embarrassment stained Father's cheeks, and he gave a very awkward chuckle as he slithered back to his seat. I had to stop myself from laughing. It was good to see someone able to make him wriggle. "Cassian, don't be rude to the visitors. We've been waiting quite a while for you." His Mother spoke. "I already expressed my distaste for this gathering, didn't I? Or is my attire not disapproving enough?" He stood at the head of the dining table as he cocked his head. His Mother huffed. "Well, we needed to meet the family of your bride to make the appropriate introductions. Meet Elara. She is the woman you will be marrying." She said gesturing towards me. I was pretty sure I turned pink from all the attention that suddenly turned to me. I was fiddling with my hands in my lap as my eyes reluctantly moved to him. The sweating was back, and I was sure everyone could see the sweat patches on my clothes. His eyes were already zeroed in on me, and I almost gasped at the intensity of his stare. I shifted my eyes quickly and reached for a glass of water to calm my nerves. He didn't say anything as he walked off in a direction. "Elara, honey, why don't you step out with Cassian? I'm sure he would like to speak with you." His Mother said, giving me an encouraging smile. I reluctantly nodded as I stood up and followed him in the direction he had left. What was I even going to say? I met him on the balcony. He was staring out into the dark, his hands in his pockets. I practically stuck myself to the wall as I slithered in. If he heard me, he didn't show any signs of it. We stood in silence. "Um-" I started. "I am in no mood for conversation." He spoke. I shut my mouth. Well, that was rude. "I.. I need to ask something... Why am I being told to produce a child within a year of this marriage? I.. I wasn't told of that beforehand." "I'm sure you can understand a simple sentence when it's told to you." "B.. but how exactly am I supposed to get pregnant?" That sounded dumb. He finally turned to look at me. "Really?" "I.. I mean, I know how. I just- We don't know each other enough to think about... that." "All in due time." He was a man of few words. We stood in silence again. "I hope you're not expecting a grand wedding. We are only signing the papers two days from now, and then we're done." "What do you mean by two days? We're getting married in two days?!" "I believe I spoke clearly enough." "I.. I'm not ready." What was the deal with everyone deciding things for me? "You were sold off as a peace offering. What exactly is there to prepare for?" I winced at his words. Sold. He was right, though. I was sold to him like it was a live auction. "I.. I need to pack and prepare-" "Everything you need will be provided at my manor. You will see your wing of the house when you get there. On no account should you come to the east wing. Those are my private quarters, and I prefer to be alone. Is that clear?" "Y.. Yes." I stammered out. We spent a few more minutes standing in silence before he went in, and I followed behind him. "So, how was it? Did you get to know yourselves?" Mother asked as soon as I stepped into the dining room. "H.. He was nice." I said plainly as I sat down, and they all looked at me curiously. I honestly did not see this marriage heading anywhere. I was giving it a year at most. "Since the introductions have been made, I guess that is enough for now. They can see each other again when it is time to sign the marriage certificate." Mrs Rooke spoke as she stood up. "It was a pleasure to be here. Thank you so much Mrs Rooke." Father said as we all walked out. "Please call me Vivienne, we are going to be family after all." I found my eyes trailing to Cassian, who was on a call and not interested in whatever we were saying. He seemed to really be the lone type. After the unfortunate dinner, I went back to my place. I couldn't bear staying in the same house as the people who were supposed to be my family, and now I had to finish a lot of work. I needed to pack my stuff. I sat in my office as I stared at the wall. Pictures of the children and me decorated the space. This had been my life ever since I graduated, and it had been my only source of joy. To think my Father was willing to destroy all this to make sure I get married in place of Melissa. Now I knew why they wanted me instead. To get pregnant with his child. Apparently, Melissa was too perfect to give birth to his child. I got snapped out of my thoughts as a knock sounded on my door. "Bethany, come in. Is there a problem?" "Um... your Mother dropped by, although I told her you were in a meeting. She said you and your mother-in-law will be having lunch at 2 pm. I didn't know you were married." "It's a long story, Beth. Did she say where?" "Yeah, I'll text it to you. Congratulations?" "Please. It's not a happy affair." I rolled my eyes. "Mrs Rooke. Good afternoon." I stood up to greet her as she walked into the restaurant. She merely nodded and sat down. "I am going to be very straightforward. You seem..." Her eyes skimmed over me. "Bright enough." "Ma'am?" "I don't like you, and I am not going to pretend I do." She folded her arms. "However, there might be a way to change that." I gulped, knowing I would not like the words I heard next. "I want you to spy on Cassian for me. Feed me intel about him and ultimately get rid of him if I wish so."The clinic was smaller than I expected. That was the first thing I noticed when Tony's car stopped outside. It wasn't one of the large private hospitals my men had already searched. No flashing signs, no crowded parking lot, no line of patients waiting outside. Just a three-story building tucked between two commercial properties.A small sign near the entrance read: Riverside Women's Medical Centre.I stared at it through the windshield. “This is where Noah said the motel manager saw her?”Tony nodded. “He gave us the name after we questioned him again.”“And the clinic?”“The manager remembered seeing Elara leave with a folder from this place.”My chest tightened. “She came here.”“We believe so.”I opened the door before Tony could say anything else. We had spent weeks searching hospitals, clinics, private doctors, and pharmacies, but we got nothing. Then Noah had given us the first real lead. Elara had been pregnant, so she needed medical care, and at some point, she had stopped us
I woke to a machine beeping beside me. My eyes opened slowly. I forgot where I was, then everything suddenly came rushing back. The motel. The men. The drugs. Vivienne. I was still trapped in her hellhole. My hand immediately moved to my stomach. I could still feel my baby, but it was faint. I was lying on a narrow medical bed beneath bright white lights. A monitor stood beside me, displaying numbers I didn't understand. Wires were attached to my chest, and a small sensor was wrapped around my finger. I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my head. A woman in a white coat immediately approached.“Don't move too quickly.”I stared at her. “Where am I?”She didn't answer.“How is my baby?”The woman checked the monitor. “Your baby is fine. You both are doing very well.”Relief came so quickly that I almost cried. Then I remembered who had brought me here, and my mood changed.“Take these things off me.” I reached for the wires.The doctor caught my wrist. “You shouldn't.”“Take them o
Noah stood in the doorway, shoulders tense, hands hanging at his sides. He looked like a man who hadn't slept properly in weeks, but all I could see was one thing. He had helped Elara disappear.My voice came out low. “What did you just say?”Noah swallowed. “I know who took her.”I stepped toward him. “Start talking.”Tony shifted slightly, as if preparing to stop me if I moved too fast. Celeste remained near the desk, watching Noah carefully.Noah looked at me. “I helped Elara leave.”My jaw tightened. “You what?”“She asked me for help.”“When?”“Before she disappeared.”“How long before?”“A few days.”I stared at him. “You knew where she was.”“I knew where she went.”“And you said nothing.”Noah looked down like he was ashamed. “She begged me not to tell you.”Something inside me snapped. I grabbed the edge of the desk and shoved it aside. “You helped my wife disappear.”Noah flinched but didn't move. “Yes.”“You knew she was pregnant.”“Yes.”My breathing became heavier. “And
Melissa stopped when she saw Celeste in the hallway. The two women simply stared at each other.Melissa was the first to smile. It wasn’t genuine. “Celeste.”“Melissa.”Melissa paused and folded her arms. “I heard you came to help Cassian find Elara.”“I did.”Melissa's smile remained. “That must be difficult for you.”Celeste's eyes narrowed slightly. “What do you mean?”Melissa shrugged. “You were always close to Cassian. I imagine seeing him this devastated must be hard.”“It is.”Melissa stepped closer. “And now that Elara is gone, perhaps he needs someone he can rely on.”Celeste understood immediately. “You're talking about yourself.”Melissa's smile faltered. “I didn't say that.”“You didn't have to.”Celeste folded her arms. “I know Cassian better than you think I do. He isn't looking for another woman, Melissa. He's looking for his wife.”Melissa's expression hardened.“I only want to help him.”“Then help him find Elara.”“That’s what I am doing.”“Good.”Celeste took a ste
She stared at me before sighing.“His father knew something was wrong. He sent a message telling his brother to come immediately.”“Did he arrive?”She shook her head. “He did, but it was too late to save him.”“And Cassian?”“He found him under the rubble.”I covered my mouth. I couldn't imagine the sight. Cassian, burned and injured, trapped beneath the remains of the only place he had ever known. His father dead, everyone around him dead, and his uncle finding him.“His uncle took him away.” Vivienne said.“Where?”“I don't know.”“You spent years searching for him. Why didn't you find him?”“His uncle erased every trace.”“Because he knew you wanted to control Cassian.”Vivienne's eyes flashed. “Because he believed he was protecting him.”“And he was.”For a moment, anger crossed her face. “He hid Cassian from everyone.”“From you, you mean.”I looked down at my stomach. The room felt colder than before. Vivienne had lost Cassian that night. That was when he probably realized his
Because greatness always has a price.I hated that sentence. I hated the way she said it as if sacrificing her own son had been some noble decision. As if Cassian's suffering had been necessary. Cassian had never told me everything, but he had given me pieces. The masks. The scars. The cameras. The way he would suddenly turn his head toward a sound I couldn't detect. I had thought he was simply a difficult man with a painful past. I hadn't known his past was still living inside him.I was drawn out of my thoughts by a soft knock on the door. I lifted my head, and a woman entered carrying another tray. She placed a bowl of soup and a glass of water on the table beside me, then turned to leave.“Where is Vivienne?”“She is busy.”“Tell her I want to see her.”The woman ignored me. Instead, she turned to leave.“Wait.”She paused.“Did you know what happened to Cassian's father?”The woman looked at me for a split second, then she looked away. “I don't know anything.”“You do.”“No, Ma







