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Cassiel stayed silent, his mind racing. He knew Valerian was trying to get under his skin, but something about his tone hinted at more than just idle threats. “You’re quiet,” Valerian mocked. “Did I hit a nerve? Or maybe you’re finally realizing how sloppy you’ve become. You’re too busy playing house with that pet of yours to notice the wolves circling.” “You know nothing about my affairs,” Cassiel snapped. “Oh, but you see, I know plenty,” Valerian taunted. “Including how Bash is in your little nest. Thought you could hide him from me? I’m not as clueless as you think. I’ll get him back — and I’ll enjoy tearing apart every inch of your life to do it.” “You’re delusional,” Cassiel shot back, but a hint of doubt crept into his voice. “Delusional?” Valerian barked a laugh. “Then why are your guards turning up dead, Cassiel? Check your precious cameras. Or have they already been taken out too?” Cassiel’s heThird POVRenata sat in her dining room, glaring at the spread before her. The table was full of all her favorite dishes, but the sight of them only fueled her anger. Her hand twitched to grab a fork, but it was useless. Her body felt stiff, unwilling to respond. She sat there, seething, when a man in a black cap stepped forward, interrupting her thoughts."Care for a smoke?" he asked, his voice calm, unbothered.Renata didn’t even look up. “When did you get here?”The man smirked, his expression hidden beneath the cap. "Not long ago. Take the cigar." He handed it to her, the scent of tobacco thick in the air as he placed it between her fingers.She held it for a moment, glaring at it. Then, she snorted and took it. “What now?”He ordered the maid to clear the table and bring out the liquor. The servant quickly left to do as he was told. The man stepped back, watching her with a steady gaze.“You’re sure about this?” His tone was casual, but there was an
Third POVIt wasn’t a long drive to Enzo’s apartment, but it felt endless. Cassiel’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. He couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that clawed at his insides.When he finally reached the apartment, he noted Enzo’s car parked out front. Cassiel killed the engine and strode up the stairs two at a time. He rang the doorbell, once, twice—no answer.“Damn it, Enzo!” he hissed, pounding on the door. Still nothing.Cassiel took a step back, assessing. The door was locked, but not for long. With one well-aimed kick, it flew open, slamming against the wall. Cassiel stormed inside, eyes darting around the disarray.“Enzo!” he called, but his voice faded when his gaze locked onto the motionless body sprawled on the living room floor. Time seemed to slow as he moved closer, his heart pounding in his ears.Cassiel knelt beside Enzo, flipping him over. Blood had soaked through his shirt, his face pale as death.
Third POV Cassiel stayed silent, his mind racing. He knew Valerian was trying to get under his skin, but something about his tone hinted at more than just idle threats. “You’re quiet,” Valerian mocked. “Did I hit a nerve? Or maybe you’re finally realizing how sloppy you’ve become. You’re too busy playing house with that pet of yours to notice the wolves circling.” “You know nothing about my affairs,” Cassiel snapped. “Oh, but you see, I know plenty,” Valerian taunted. “Including how Bash is in your little nest. Thought you could hide him from me? I’m not as clueless as you think. I’ll get him back — and I’ll enjoy tearing apart every inch of your life to do it.” “You’re delusional,” Cassiel shot back, but a hint of doubt crept into his voice. “Delusional?” Valerian barked a laugh. “Then why are your guards turning up dead, Cassiel? Check your precious cameras. Or have they already been taken out too?” Cassiel’s he
Third POV Cassiel’s eyes darkened. “You think this is a joke? You collapsed, Julian. Do you know what that did to me?” Julian looked down, his thumb tracing Cassiel’s knuckles. “Sorry. Didn’t think it was that serious.” “You never do.” Cassiel’s voice softened, his free hand moving to cup Julian’s cheek. “You act all tough, but you’re fragile. I can’t stand seeing you like that.” Julian leaned into the touch. “I didn’t want you to worry.” “That’s not your call to make.” Cassiel’s thumb brushed over his lips, lingering there as if to reassure himself that Julian was alive and well. “Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself.” Julian hesitated before nodding. “Promise.” A faint knock on the door interrupted the quiet moment. Cassiel looked back, irritation flashing in his eyes. “What?” he barked. Miss Maria’s timid voice came through the door. “Sir, breakfast is ready.” Cassiel exhaled, his
Third POVCassiel kept on tapping Julian's cheek, his hands growing more desperate with each passing second. "Julian! Wake up!" His voice was sharp, fear evident despite his usual composed demeanor. Julian's head lolled to the side, still unresponsive.Cassiel cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair. "Damn it!" He couldn't afford to lose Julian—not now, not ever. He scooped Julian into his arms, cradling him gently, whispering, "Please... wake up."Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Still holding Julian, Cassiel fished it out without looking at the screen. "What?" he snapped.A hesitant voice spoke on the other end. "Sir, Dr. Lee is here... but he doesn't have an appointment. Should I—"Cassiel's eyes flared. "Are you stupid? Let him in! If anything happens to Julian because you hesitated, your head will be the next thing rolling on the ground. Do you hear me?"The guard stammered. "Y-Yes, sir! Right away!"Cassiel hung up, mutter
Third POVCassiel was in his study, leaning back in his chair while going through a few documents when a light knock sounded on the door. He looked up to see a fragile maid peeking in cautiously.“What is it?” Cassiel asked, his voice calm but authoritative.The maid stepped in, bowing slightly. “Sir, Julian just arrived from the amusement park. He’s back in the room.”Cassiel nodded, his expression softening just a bit. “All right. Clear the mug and tray from the table and wipe down the marble floor. I’ll check on him.”“Yes, sir,” the maid replied, quickly moving to tidy up.Cassiel stood, stretching his shoulders as he left the study. He made his way down the hall, his footsteps purposeful. Entering the bedroom, he paused at the doorway just as Julian stepped out of the bathroom.Julian was dripping wet from head to toe, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead as he rubbed a towel through it. His skin had a fresh, flushed glow, and droplets trailed
Third POVEnzo entered his apartment, loosening his tie around his neck, sighing at the end of a long day. As he took a step inside, a chill crept over his skin. Something was off. The living room, usually pristine and orderly, looked like a tornado had hit it. Cushions were tossed to the floor, the coffee table overturned, and shards of a broken vase littered the carpet.He froze, eyes darting around the room, trying to make sense of the chaos. His heartbeat thudded painfully against his ribs as his instincts screamed at him that something was wrong.“Milo?” he called out, his voice betraying his tension. Silence.The cat would usually be the first to greet him, weaving between his legs, purring contentedly. But tonight, there was no sign of Milo.Enzo’s hand moved to his pocket, pulling out a loaded shotgun, the cold steel a small comfort. With his other hand, he slid a swingable knife from his inner jacket pocket, the blade catching the dim light. He move
Third POVThe room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the rough stone walls. Three cloaked figures sat around a long, wooden table, their faces partially hidden by the hoods they wore. The silence was suffocating, tension thick in the air.The man sitting at the head of the table finally broke the silence, his voice gravelly and filled with frustration. “When can I get my brother’s corpse? I won’t believe he’s dead until I see him buried.”Another man, slightly younger, lifted his head just enough for his eyes to catch the dim light. “Cassiel’s security is tight. We tried to make contact through one of the cleaners, but she was caught before she could get close enough to the penthouse.”The first man slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing through the empty chamber. “I warned you! I told you Cassiel isn’t the kind of man to cross. You thought you could just waltz into his territory without consequences? You don’t understand the beast you’ve awakened.
Third POVJulian smiled at him, dropping the jacket on the dresser, moving towards the bed frame, leaned back on the bed, stretching his arms and wincing a little when he accidentally put pressure on his injured wrist. Cassiel entered the room, noticing the slight grimace on Julian’s face.“You okay?” Cassiel asked, walking closer.Julian nodded, trying to mask his discomfort. “I’m fine. Just... a bit sore.”Cassiel sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently take Julian’s hand. He inspected the wrist, his touch surprisingly tender. “You shouldn’t put too much strain on it. I’ll have Dr. Lee check it again.”Julian smiled faintly. “It’s not that bad. I just... I just need some air. I was thinking about going out for a bit.”Cassiel raised an eyebrow. “Out?”“Yeah,” Julian replied, his voice soft but firm. “Maybe the amusement park. I just... need to clear my head.”Cassiel hesitated, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Alone?”Julian glanced