Cassandra never imagined her life would change so drastically after she caught her future fiancé, Alaric, making out with her best friend. Cassandra vowed to avenge her hurt in the same way. She makes the impulsive decision to approach Caspian, Alaric's father, and ends up becoming partners in a one-night stand. In no time, the game of revenge turns Cassandra and Caspian into a relationship that goes deeper than the charade of infidelity. However, additional problems arise when Cassandra belatedly realizes she may be pregnant. At the same time, her dark past comes back to haunt her, shattering everything she has built. Amidst family conflict and deep resentment, Cassandra's older brother forces her to choose between two hard decisions against her will. Meanwhile, Caspian announces a big plan that takes everyone by surprise. But is this really the end of their game - or the beginning of something much darker?
View MoreAlaric's POVI’ve faced a lot in my life.Life in prison, betrayal, losing people I considered family. Even surviving the criminal underworld that nearly swallowed me whole.I’ve been on the brink of destruction, standing between life and death more times than I can count.But none of that could have prepared me for what I just heard.“Congratulations, Mr. Verity. Your partner is pregnant. She’s about eight weeks along.”I froze in place like an idiot.The doctor’s voice echoed in the room, but my brain seemed to stop functioning. I stared at the blood test results in my hand. The numbers should have made sense, but right now, they just felt like a jumble of meaningless symbols.I had to lean on the desk because, for the first time in my life, my knees almost gave out.Freya… pregnant?I took a deep breath, trying to regain my focus. “Are you sure?” My voice came out hoarser than I expected.The doctor smiled, unfazed by my reaction. “We ran the test twice to confirm. All signs point
Freya's POVI’ve always loved the atmosphere of classes at NYU. The lecture halls are spacious, modern, and filled with students who are just as passionate as I am.Professor Callahan, who teaches Media, Culture, and Society, is the kind of academic who’s both brilliant and insightful. His voice is confident as he explains how media shapes social perceptions. Popular culture isn’t just entertainment—it’s a social phenomenon with a profound impact on everyday life.I listened intently, jotting down key points in my notebook. But today felt different.Since this morning, my body had been feeling a little off.I woke up with an uncomfortable sensation in my stomach. It wasn’t exactly pain, but more like waves of nausea that came and went.At first, I thought it was just the usual nervousness I feel before heading to class. I’m the type of person who’s always excited, and sporadically that excitement turns into a bit of anxiety.But this time was different.I swallowed hard, trying to ign
Freya’s POVI stood on the balcony of our apartment, letting the cool night breeze brush against my skin. Below me, New York pulsed with life—city lights scattered like stars, distant honks and the faint hum of the city still audible despite the late hour.Leaning against the railing, I hugged myself and gazed at the skyline.I should be in bed, but my mind was too restless.Today, I had finalized all my administrative paperwork for college. I had my class schedule, my student ID, and had even spent the last few hours reading through reference materials for my first course.I should be proud of myself. But there was an unsettling feeling in my chest: a quiet anxiety I couldn’t fully understand.The sound of the sliding door opening behind me pulled me from my thoughts, followed by familiar footsteps. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Alaric.He didn’t say anything, just stood beside me, resting his hands on the railing, his sharp green eyes focused on the city.I glanced at
Freya’s POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, letting out a slow, deep breath.This morning, I wore a peach blouse, paired with loose white pants that draped comfortably around my legs. On my feet were white flats adorned with delicate floral accents— a gift from Alaric. I completed the look with a cross-body bag filled with books and pens.Today marked the beginning of something new.I had officially enrolled at New York University (NYU), choosing to major in Communication Studies with a Bachelor of Science in Media, Culture.I was rebuilding my life, choosing not just to be someone who had survived her past but someone who was actively shaping her own future.Alaric had never tried to change me. Instead, he always made sure I had the freedom to be myself.I checked my natural-looking makeup, ran my fingers through my shoulder-length hair to fix it, and then stepped out of the bedroom, finding Alaric already waiting for me.He was standing in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup
Alaric's POVOn Monday morning, the apartment still carried the lingering warmth of the night before. Sunlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains, casting golden streaks across the wooden floor.I got up, showered, threw on my work shirt, and took a sip of the coffee Freya had made.Usually, before leaving, I would pull her into a long, lingering kiss at the door. Our lips would meet for a few seconds before I forced myself to walk out the door and head to work.Then suddenly, I heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching from behind.I had just put on my shoes, fingers tying the last knot, when a pair of delicate hands wrapped around my waist from behind."I just realized something..." Freya’s voice was soft, almost teasing.Her warm body pressed against my back. Before I could turn around, her hands slid forward, her fingers trailing down until they reached the center of my pants. My breath hitched.I stiffened instantly. "Freya," my voice came out rough, laced with warning.
Alaric’s POVFreya is the biggest problem in my life.Not in a bad way. No. She’s a problem because she’s too perfect. She tempts me without even trying. Freya drives me insane just by walking past me in my oversized shirt and those damn tiny panties.Like this morning, for example.I was sitting in the kitchen bar, sipping my coffee, fully intending to start my day in peace. But then Freya—the sinful creature that she is, walked out of the bedroom in a thin, spaghetti-strap dress that did absolutely nothing to hide her skin.That damn fabric clung to every curve of her hourglass figure. Her full breasts bounced slightly with each step. Her long, slender legs carried her with the grace of a runway model.Freya, that wicked woman.When was the last time I could actually think straight since moving in with her?I ran a hand over my face, trying to focus on the newspaper in front of me. Useless. My eyes kept tracking her every move—how she reached for the coffee cup, how her delicate f
Freya’s POVPeace doesn’t mean everything is perfect or that I no longer have fears lurking in the back of my mind. But in the arms of someone who loves me and values me, life feels a little easier to navigate.Alaric was still fast asleep beside me, one arm draped around my waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world—like our bodies were meant to fit together this way.His breathing was steady, warm against my skin. I simply watched him in silence, letting the reality of this moment sink in.I didn’t just fall in love with him. Likewise, I chose to love him—with all his strengths and flaws.But choices don’t stop here.I have to keep picking to move forward, to not let the shadows of my past hold us back. I have to decide to live my life, not just survive it.Slowly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. I grabbed his shirt from the floor, slipping it over my head before stepping out of the bedroom.This apartment was still new—we had only bought it a few weeks a
Freya’s POVWe arrived at the apartment around seven in the evening. As soon as we stepped inside, I kicked off my shoes and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of cold water. Alaric followed, leaning against the counter as he watched me.I could feel his eyes on my back. There was something in his gaze—a tension I couldn’t quite decipher.Setting my glass down on the table, I turned to him. “What is it?”He shook his head slightly but didn’t look away. “I was just thinking… you’ve changed.”I frowned. “Changed how?”Alaric stepped closer, threading his fingers through my hair before brushing his hand gently across my cheek. “You look more alive, Freya.”I swallowed, warmth spreading through me at his touch. “Isn’t that a good thing?”He nodded, but there was something in his eyes—something deeper than just satisfaction. Something he had been holding back.My heartbeat quickened.I didn’t know who moved first: him or me, but suddenly, I was in his arms. His full lips captured min
Freya’s POVI never imagined my life would come to this point.I used to think that all I could do was survive—enduring each day, hoping that the pain and trauma would eventually fade. But I’ve come to realize that life isn’t just about survival. Life is about choosing to keep moving forward. And I’ve decided to move forward.Today is my first day as a volunteer at the New York Women’s Rehabilitation Center. Standing in front of the building, I take a deep breath, letting the reality of this moment sink in.This isn’t just a job or a way to pass the time like taking a flower arrangement class. This is part of my own healing process.As I step inside, a strange feeling stirs in my chest. I glance around the waiting area, where several women are seated. Some stare blankly at the walls, while others talk softly among themselves.Straightening my posture, I walk toward Mrs. Carter’s office. The moment I knock and step inside, she greets me with a warm smile.“Freya, welcome back. We’re s
Cassandra Winter thought this day would be the beginning of new happiness. In one month, she would be engaged to Alaric, the man of her dreams. But all those hopes were shattered instantly. Who could have imagined that her future fiancé was having an affair — and not with just any woman, but with her best friend, Selene?The heartache tore through her soul like a sharp knife stabbing inward. Cassandra stood in the doorway of the apartment, her eyes wide open at the sight of Alaric and Selene locked in a passionate embrace. They felt no guilt whatsoever, as if the world was theirs alone. Not a word escaped Alaric's lips as she walked away — no attempt to follow her, as if her departure was meaningless.“Give me another glass,” Cassandra said, her voice drowned out by the crowded bar. She ignored the concerned look of the bartender, who saw her chugging tequila like a drunk.Today, her red dress, which clung to her body perfectly, seemed worthless, like a hope that had now been dashed...
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