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Big Aunty Sabotage
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2026-10-02 01:47:53Cassandra stared at the baby's rattle.
It was small—pink and white, with tiny bells that jingled when she moved it. The kind of thing you'd buy for a newborn. The kind of thing that should have been innocent.
But it wasn't innocent. Nothing was innocent anymore.
The note was simple. You're pregnant. Aren't you?
She wasn't pregnant. She couldn't be. She'd been careful. But the fact that someone thought she was—that someone was watching her closely enough to speculate—terrified her.
She didn't show Dante. Not yet. He was still healing. Still fragile. She didn't want to add more weight to his shoulders.
She tucked the rattle into a drawer, buried it under a pile of old papers. Then she took a breath and went to find Jane.
---
Jane was in the kitchen, preparing lunch.
She looked up when Cassandra entered, her expression soft with concern. "Miss Cassandra? What's wrong?"
Cassandra hesitated. Then she told Jane about the rattle. About the note. About her suspicions.
Jane's face went pale. "Who would do something like that?"
"I don't know. But I have a feeling."
"Big Aunty?"
Cassandra nodded. "She's been quiet. Too quiet. I think she's planning something."
---
They started investigating.
Jane had connections—friends who worked in other households, people who owed her favors. She made calls, asked questions, gathered information.
Within hours, they had a lead.
Big Aunty had been seen in the city. She'd been meeting with people—old associates, disgruntled employees, anyone who might help her get revenge on Dante and Cassandra.
"She's planning something," Jane said. "Something big."
---
Cassandra confronted Dante that evening.
She found him in his study, going over paperwork. He looked up when she entered, his brow furrowing at her expression.
"What's wrong?"
She told him. About the rattle. About the note. About Big Aunty.
His jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists.
"I'll find her," he said. "I'll stop her."
"No." Cassandra stepped forward. "We'll find her. Together."
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Dante didn't want to involve her.
He wanted to lock her in the mansion, surround her with guards, keep her safe. But he knew she wouldn't let him. She was too stubborn. Too brave.
"Fine," he said. "But you do exactly what I say. No risks. No heroics."
"I promise."
---
They made a plan.
They would set a trap for Big Aunty—draw her out, catch her in the act. Cassandra would be the bait.
Dante hated it. Every fiber of his being screamed against it. But he agreed.
---
The trap was set.
Cassandra waited in a public place—a small café downtown, near the flower shop. She sat by the window, a cup of tea in front of her, her phone on the table.
She didn't have to wait long.
Big Aunty appeared, her smile cold and cruel. She slid into the seat across from Cassandra, her eyes glittering.
"Hello, Cassandra," she said. "I've been waiting for this."
Cassandra didn't flinch.
"I know you sent the rattle," she said quietly.
Big Aunty laughed. "Did you like it? I thought it was a nice touch."
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
"Because you took everything from me." Big Aunty's smile faded. "My family. My home. My place in the world. You destroyed it all."
"You destroyed it yourself." Cassandra's voice was steady. "You betrayed us. You worked with Marcus Kane. You tried to kill me."
"I tried to protect myself." Big Aunty's eyes blazed. "And now I'm going to finish what I started."
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She pulled out a gun.
Cassandra's heart stopped. Her body froze. She'd been trained—Marco had taught her what to do. But in this moment, she couldn't move.
"You should have stayed away," Big Aunty said.
But before she could pull the trigger, Dante appeared.
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He moved like lightning. He grabbed Big Aunty's wrist, twisting it until the gun clattered to the floor. He pushed her against the table, pinning her down.
"It's over," he said. "You're done."
Big Aunty laughed—a bitter, hollow sound. "You think this is over? You have no idea what's coming."
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