LOGINThe request sounded simple enough, but to Frederick Jones, nothing was ever simple, not when it came to Cassie.
On their wedding day, he had felt like a man sealing a business contract rather than making a vow of love.
When they got intimate that night, it was purely out of duty, the fact that he needed an heir.
The moment she mentioned the pregnancy, his job was done. He had been her first, but Frederick’s first and only love had always been Sienna. He had no regrets rekindling that flame.
Cassie had loved him since childhood, but he had only ever loved her as a sister. That changed after he received proof of her involvement in Sienna’s accident.
The brotherly affection he once felt turned into something darker—loathing. The only reason he stayed was their daughter, Rose.
After Sienna woke from the aftermath of the accident, Frederick found another reason to believe Cassie had faked Sienna’s sickle cell status to prevent their marriage.
And if that wasn’t enough, he had proof Cassie had cheated on him after their wedding with her close friend, Sebastian Hale.
A woman with this level of sin did not deserve pity.
His heart had always belonged to Sienna Vale. Marrying Cassie had been the price of power. So he never cared, only made her suffer the consequences of her actions throughout their seven-year marriage.
Now, seated in his glass-walled corner office overlooking Chicago, Frederick felt both victorious and hollow. From this height, the city stretched endlessly beneath him, a living map of everything he owned, everything he’d sacrificed.
Becoming CEO of the Novarion Group had been his parents’ reward for marrying Cassie. She had given him the family image he needed, even a beautiful daughter. But now, that arrangement had reached its end.
He leaned back in his Italian leather chair, his expression unreadable. “Have you thought this through?” he asked, voice clipped, detached.
Cassie stood across from him, her reflection framed in the polished glass behind him.
There had been a time when his voice alone could make her heart flutter. Now, it only made her stomach tighten.
He was still devastatingly handsome—dark hair, chiseled jaw, eyes that could charm a room, but every glance reminded her of what she had lost.
“You won’t have custody of Rose,” Frederick said coldly, his tone final.
Cassie’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. “She already chose you and her.”
His brows knit together. “She told you?”
“I forced it out of her,” Cassie admitted quietly. “And I promised not to tell you. But I hope you’ll be wise about how you use that information.”
Frederick exhaled slowly, the faintest flicker of guilt in his eyes before it vanished.
He nodded once, businesslike, and reached for his pen. “If you’re truly giving up custody, with only visitation rights, then I’ll have my lawyer finalize this.”
Beside him, Sienna sat with calculated grace, honey-blonde hair perfectly arranged, lipstick a shade too red for sincerity. A thin smile curved her lips until Frederick’s next words wiped it away.
“My lawyer will get in touch about the paperwork,” he said evenly. “And I’ll determine what alimony you’re entitled to.”
Sienna’s posture stiffened at the mention of money, her smile freezing. But Cassie only tilted her head slightly, her calm unnerving. “Keep your money, Frederick,” she said softly. “And I’ll keep mine.”
Frederick’s pen stilled. He looked up, composure cracking into irritation. “You have nothing, Cassie. Don’t be foolish.” Or was she trying to reunite with Sebastian?
His tone sharpened, but beneath the arrogance was discomfort, truth he didn’t want to face. His parents would insist he treat her fairly, and that alone restrained him.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t care if she disappeared entirely or made up with her old flame.
Cassie’s voice remained steady. “If you insist on paying alimony, then I’ll take five billion.”
Sienna’s eyes flashed, disbelief and anger mingling. “Five—what?”
Frederick slammed his pen down. “Be serious.”
Cassie’s gaze didn’t waver. She didn’t want Frederick to have a share in what was hers, even if it wasn’t as much as his.
“That, or nothing. You decide. Either you pay what I know I’m worth, or I walk away with my dignity intact.”
Frederick scoffed internally at her mention of ‘dignity’ but couldn’t hide his confusion. Her money? As far as he knew, Cassie had nothing but her designer wardrobe and the credit cards he’d given her.
Yet there was something in her tone, quiet, determined, that made him hesitate.
When she turned to leave, Sienna rose abruptly and caught her by the arm.
“Cassie, please, don’t be like this. I never meant for any of this to happen. But we don’t choose who our hearts beat for… sickle status or not. I don’t blame you for changing the result.”
Cassie’s eyes swept over her—flawless makeup, glittering jewelry, perfection that mocked her own disheveled simplicity.
Her loose waves, bare face, and casual dress made her look out of place in this cold, luxurious office. Yet somehow, she looked more real than either of them.
“Changing the result? I did no such thing,” Cassie denied, but Frederick snapped. “Stop the lies. I spoke to the doctor. He said you paid him to have it changed.”
Cassie had no idea what was going on, but one thing was certain. Someone had set her up, and Frederick didn’t care to investigate it well enough.
Since she had no desire to stay in a marriage with a cheating husband, they could think what they liked.
“Sure, Sienna,” Cassie said evenly. “There is nothing hidden that will not be brought to light. I hope that when that time comes, you’ll have the dignity to stand, as I have mine leaving.”
Sienna flinched, her fingers tightening on Cassie’s arm. Bitterness ran deep. “Fred never loved you,” she hissed. “He only married you to secure his position from his twin brother.”
Cassie blinked, startled. “Twin brother?” So that was the reason he married her? She’d heard about his twin once or twice, but also that they weren’t on good terms and had never met.
Before she could ask more, Sienna’s grip turned violent. Cassie instinctively shoved her away.
Sienna stumbled backward, the sharp heel of her stiletto catching the rug. “Ahh!” she cried, clutching her abdomen.
Frederick was at her side in an instant. “Sienna!” His voice broke for the first time that day. One arm slid behind her back, the other under her knees. Then he froze.
There was blood.
Cassie’s breath hitched when he glared at her. “I—she grabbed me—”
Frederick’s gaze snapped up, dark and furious. “If anything happens to her,” he said through gritted teeth, “you can forget your alimony. And you’ll never see Rose again.”
Cassie stood frozen as he lifted Sienna effortlessly into his arms and carried her out. The sound of his shoes echoing down the marble corridor stayed with her long after he vanished.
She didn’t know what possessed her to follow them to the hospital. Maybe guilt.
Maybe desperation. Maybe the need to know whether she had truly hurt someone, or if fate had simply decided she’d been punished enough.
Her thoughts spiraled as she drove through the streets of Chicago. ‘Was it my fault? Did I push her too hard?’
She didn’t even see the oncoming car until the glare of its headlights filled her windshield.
The impact jolted her sideways—metal against metal, the sharp crack of glass, a screech of brakes. Her sedan spun once before she wrestled it to the shoulder of the road.
Her chest rose and fell in rapid bursts. The world steadied, but her nerves didn’t. The other car, a Bentley Flying Spur, sleek and silver, came to a stop a few feet away. The door opened, and a tall man stepped out.
He was strikingly handsome, broad-shouldered, dark-haired, and commanding in his gray suit. There was something disarmingly familiar about him. When his eyes met hers, Cassie’s breath caught.
“Frederick?” she whispered, stunned.
The man’s expression didn’t change. His voice was deeper, smoother, edged with authority. “You know my twin brother?”
Cassie blinked, disoriented. The resemblance was uncanny, but this man carried himself differently. His posture was stronger, his eyes sharper, his aura more dangerous.
Her heart thudded in her chest. This must be Franklin, she realized quietly, as he assessed her like a stranger from another world. Everyone in the USA elite knew the name Franklin Roth, the reclusive twin.
The one who’d left Wall Street years ago to build a global empire from the shadows. Rumor had it his wealth dwarfed even the Novarion’s.
Glancing at the dent in his car, he sighed. “You’re lucky I hit the brakes in time.”
Cassie swallowed, still trembling. “I’m sorry for the damage. Just give me your mechanic’s number. I’ll handle the cost.”
He stared at her, incredulous. “You?” His tone dripped with amusement. “Repair my car? Can you even afford the tires?”
“We’ll work something out,” she said seriously, her voice steadier than she felt. She didn’t want to insist she could pay, especially not when she had no idea what his relationship with Frederick was like.
Franklin studied her for a moment, his gaze sharp and unreadable. Then he said, “Well, my parents are expecting me to bring a woman. Pretend to be my date, and I’ll let it go.”
Cassie blinked, stunned. “Pretend to be your date?”
Corrine and Adrian exchanged a look heavy with years of unspoken understanding. In the end, both of them smiled, strained nervous smiles that didn’t quite reach their eyes.“Cassie’s parentage has to remain a secret,” Corrine said carefully, her voice calm but firm. “At least until the right time. She’s been gone for almost six months already, so… give it another year and a half. When the time is right, everything will unravel on its own.”Franklin was no fool. He caught the hesitation, the deliberate phrasing, the way they avoided saying too much. His brows drew together slightly.“So,” he said evenly, “were her parents some kind of big shots?”Adrian let out a quiet breath and forced a smile. “Frank, you really are sharp.” He inclined his head slightly, sincerity evident in his tone. “But please, just wait, and thank you truly for everything you’ve done for he
From the moment they arrived, Tristan’s attention never strayed from Rose.He stood a short distance away, posture relaxed yet alert, watching her with quiet fascination as she animatedly spoke with Franklin.The way she smiled, the tilt of her head, the softness in her expressions. Every small detail struck him like a familiar echo. It wasn’t just resemblance. It was uncanny.Rose looked so much like Cassie that it stirred something deep and unsettled in him, a strange blend of curiosity and nostalgia he hadn’t anticipated.Even Corrine and Adrian seemed momentarily distracted by Rose’s easy bond with Franklin. They paused more than once, exchanging subtle glances, silently admiring the natural warmth between the child and the man. When the question was raised, their attention sharpened all at once.Tristan himself had changed significantly since Cassie entered his life. Time and discipline had refined him. His albinism, on
Cassie smiled, but she didn’t answer him right away.Instead, she turned and disappeared briefly into the bedroom. When she returned, she was holding a neatly wrapped gift box tied with a simple ribbon.She placed it in Franklin’s hands with deliberate care, as if the weight of it carried more than just what was inside.“Give this to Mom,” she said softly. “Let her give it to Julius if Frederick is around. Otherwise, you can give it to him yourself.” She paused, then added with a faint smile, “I’ve already told him a few things about you.”Franklin’s mind drifted back instantly. He remembered the phone call, clear as day, when Cassie had casually mentioned that she had someone. At the time, his chest had tightened with an emotion he hadn’t wanted to name. He had been afraid it was Nathan.But now, standing there with the gift box in his hands, reality settled in fully. It had been him all along.A wave of remorse washed over him, sharp and humbling. He had allowed guilt to bloom in hi
Cassie hadn’t intentionally ignored Patience’s calls but rather, time had simply slipped through her fingers the way it always did when her days became crowded.Still, when her phone rang again, she didn’t let it die out this time. She reached for it immediately. “Pat, I’m so sorry I missed your calls.”Patience laughed softly on the other end, her tone warm, unbothered. “I figured you were busy. Honestly, I’m just happy you managed to pick up at all. Did you get the flowers?”Cassie turned in her chair, her gaze landing on the lush bouquet resting on her desk. Fresh petals, elegant wrapping, carefully chosen colors, thoughtful in every sense of the word.A smile tugged at her lips. “They’re beautiful, Pat. Thank you so much.”“That’s not even the best part,” Patience said, her excitement barely contained. She didn’t give Cassie the chance to ask before continuing. “I took your advice. I opened the joint account. I didn’t take a single cent without explaining why and guess what? He st
Before Cassie could even form a response, Franklin stepped in smoothly, his voice calm but firm. “Trust me, that would never happen.”Then he remembered a few things Jonathan had told him about the night he picked up Cassie’s friends at the club.Franklin tilted his head slightly, studying Evan with an amused glint in his eyes. “I think there are women very close to you who are madly in love with you,” he added lightly. “You should consider giving them a chance.”Evan’s expression barely shifted, but the corner of his mouth tightened.“Coming from you?” he replied coolly. “As if you ever gave any of the women obsessed with you a chance.”For once, Franklin had no immediate comeback. The silence lingered just long enough to be noticeable. Cassie let out a quiet breath of relief, grateful for the pause before things turned sharp. “I’m glad you two are getting along,” she said, forcing a lightness into her tone. “I should probably get going.”“Wait,” Evan said, stopping her. “Please answ
Franklin lifted a brow slowly, studying Evan with the kind of sharp, measured curiosity that rarely missed its mark. “You care about Nathan so much,” he said, voice even but probing, “that you’d rather sacrifice whatever you feel for Cassie, just so he can have her.”Evan didn’t flinch. He didn’t shift his stance or avert his gaze. He simply met Franklin’s eyes. “Why not?” he replied calmly. “You were nothing but cruel to her when it mattered.”The words landed harder than Evan intended. Franklin exhaled, then surprised them both by saying, “I’m sorry about that.”The apology came out abrupt, almost clumsy, as though he hadn’t rehearsed it. He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, then glanced back at Evan with something close to embarrassment.“You’ve really fallen for her, haven’t you?” Evan’s gaze sharpened and he asked again. “An







