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Author: The SunLily
last update publish date: 2026-11-10 21:27:48

CASSY

The reception area of Moore Enterprises feels less like a corporate headquarters and more like an art gallery. Floor-to-ceiling glass, muted beige marble, and minimalist displays of rare textiles line the walls.

Daisy walks beside me, her eyes darting everywhere.

"Okay, I officially feel underdressed," she whispers, tugging at her denim jacket. "Even the security guard looks like he models for Vogue."

"You look fine, Daisy," I say, though my own pulse is racing. I smooth down the front of
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  • THE RUIN OF CASSY BEAUMONT: BOUGHT AND BROKEN   DITCH

    CASSYThe email arrives on a Tuesday morning, wrapped in the sleek, minimalist branding of Moore Enterprises.Dear Cassy,Following up on our discussion, I would like to offer you an exclusive seat in our upcoming Private Textiles Masterclass in Paris this winter. This opportunity is capped at three emerging designers worldwide. Given the refined maturity of your structural work, I believe this environment is tailor-made for your trajectory.I scan the text three times, my pulse racing, before scrolling to the bottom.Daisy's name isn't there. There is no mention of her pattern designs, no CC to her email, no secondary attachment for a partner.I call Lily's office immediately. Her voice comes through the line, smooth and warm."Cassy, what a lovely surprise. I take it you received the invitation?""I did," I say, sitting at my desk in the studio while the rest of the class bustle around me. "Thank you, Lily. It's... incredible. But I noticed Daisy wasn't included. I thought we were d

  • THE RUIN OF CASSY BEAUMONT: BOUGHT AND BROKEN   MEET-UP

    CASSYThe reception area of Moore Enterprises feels less like a corporate headquarters and more like an art gallery. Floor-to-ceiling glass, muted beige marble, and minimalist displays of rare textiles line the walls.Daisy walks beside me, her eyes darting everywhere."Okay, I officially feel underdressed," she whispers, tugging at her denim jacket. "Even the security guard looks like he models for Vogue.""You look fine, Daisy," I say, though my own pulse is racing. I smooth down the front of my cream trousers.At exactly 1:58 p.m., an assistant in an immaculate grey suit approaches us."Miss Beaumont? Miss Carter? Ms. Moore is ready for you."Lily's office occupies the top floor. Unlike Sienna's penthouse, which commands the skyline with glass, steel, and ruthless precision, Lily's space feels warm and inviting, with soft lighting, hardwood floors, and the faint scent of jasmine and vintage paper.Lily Moore stands by a high table covered in fabric swatches. She looks effortless in

  • THE RUIN OF CASSY BEAUMONT: BOUGHT AND BROKEN   INTEREST

    CASSY I tell Sienna about Lily that same night, mostly because keeping it to myself feels wrong after everything we've been trying to rebuild. She's at the kitchen counter when I get home, going through contracts with her glasses pushed up into her hair. She looks up when I drop my bag by the door. "How was the event?" "It was great. It felt like... I finally belonged somewhere after a very long time." I sit on the stool across from her. "One of our patrons, Lily Moore of Moore Enterprises, spoke at the event. It was so intriguing." Something flickers across her face before she gets it under control. "Okay. That's good." "She found me afterward. Outside, while I was waiting for Daisy." I turn the business card over in my fingers. "She said if I ever need advice about the industry, her assistant can arrange a meeting." "Isn't that interesting? Why you?" "Well... it wasn't like Daisy was with me at the moment." "What else did she say?" "Sienna, she saw my potential. She also

  • THE RUIN OF CASSY BEAUMONT: BOUGHT AND BROKEN   A DIFFERENT KIND OF ATTENTION

    CASSY The applause dies down. Lily steps away from the podium with effortless grace. "I won't keep you seated all evening," she says with a small smile. "Fashion should be experienced, not lectured about." A ripple of laughter moves through the room. "I encourage all of you to explore the gallery. Speak to one another. Ask questions. Most importantly..." She pauses. "Stay curious." With that, the evening officially begins. Almost immediately, groups begin forming around the exhibits. Daisy hooks her arm through mine. "Come on." She practically drags me toward a display of evening gowns. I stop in front of one made entirely from layers of silk organza. "How does this even stay together?" "The construction is hidden." I turn around. An elderly woman wearing a Parsons faculty badge smiles kindly. "The best garments rarely show you how difficult they are to make." I nod slowly. "I like that." She studies me. "First time here?" "Is it that obvious?" She laughs

  • THE RUIN OF CASSY BEAUMONT: BOUGHT AND BROKEN   THE INVITATION

    CASSYBy the second month of the programme, Parsons begins to feel less intimidating.The whispers don't disappear completely. Some people still remember the leaked article. But they no longer define every room I walk into. Now people stop me to ask about fabrics. It's funny how talent changes conversations."Morning."I look up from my locker. Kevin gives me an awkward wave."Morning.""I tried what you suggested.""The shoulder construction?""Yeah.""Did it work?"He grins. "It actually did.""I told you."He laughs before disappearing into the studio.Daisy bumps my shoulder. "Look at you.""What?""Giving fashion advice like you've worked here for years."I roll my eyes. "I just answered a question.""You underestimate yourself too much.""I prefer realistic expectations.""No." She shakes her head. "You prefer hiding."That one lands. Before I can answer, Madame Laurent walks in."Everyone."Conversations stop immediately."We have a live client brief today."The atmosphere shif

  • THE RUIN OF CASSY BEAUMONT: BOUGHT AND BROKEN   RECOGNITION

    CASSYThe room falls completely silent. My heartbeat pounds against my ribs. Madame Laurent doesn't answer immediately. Instead, she looks at me."Cassy Beaumont."I freeze.Lily's eyes finally leave the mannequin and settle on me. They're assessing. Like she's trying to understand the person behind the garment."So you're Cassy." Her voice is surprisingly gentle."Yes, ma'am."She nods once. "Tell me why you designed the shoulders this way."My throat suddenly feels tight. "The client profile described a woman in a position of authority."Lily doesn't interrupt."So I wanted the silhouette to speak before she did."I step closer to the mannequin."The shoulders are structured because confidence should be visible before words are spoken."A few students glance at one another as I continue."The waist is softer because power doesn't have to erase femininity."Silence.Lily studies the garment again. "And the colour?""I wanted something timeless.""Why?""Because confidence shouldn't d

  • THE RUIN OF CASSY BEAUMONT: BOUGHT AND BROKEN   TURNED ON

    CASSYThe bathroom is luxurious and private. I lock the door and lean against it, trying to catch my breath.My reflection in the mirror is obscene. I look flushed and wrecked. The collar is visible now, I must have been tugging at my neckline without realizing it.I look like I've been fucked, and

  • THE RUIN OF CASSY BEAUMONT: BOUGHT AND BROKEN   THE PERFORMANCE

    CASSYSienna's office is in Tribeca, in a building that's made of glass. The car ride over is torture. Not because of traffic or the silence, but because I can feel the vibrator nestled against me. Silent now, but there… a constant reminder that at any moment, with the press of a button, Sienna can

  • THE RUIN OF CASSY BEAUMONT: BOUGHT AND BROKEN   PRETTY WHEN YOU BEG

    CASSYThe girl whose father died because of mine.The girl I humiliated in front of everyone when we were sixteen.She's holding a glass of whiskey, watching me with eyes that are empty of everything except satisfaction."Hello, Cassy," she says, her voice like silk over razors. "Surprise."I can't

  • THE RUIN OF CASSY BEAUMONT: BOUGHT AND BROKEN   THE CAGE

    CASSYThe Gilded Cage doesn't look like a place where desperate girls sell their souls.It looks like a five-star hotel.All marble and gold, ambient lighting that probably costs more per fixture than my current monthly rent, doormen in actual uniforms who open the doors with white-gloved hands and

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