ADRIANO'S POV~The moment her scent hit me, every taut muscle in my body melted. Fuck. My entire system went lax as I pulled her tighter into my arms, burying my face in her hair and breathing her in like she was the last drop of oxygen in a world gone toxic.God, this woman was my drug. My anchor. My goddamn undoing."I missed you so fucking much, tesoro," I whispered into her hair, my voice hoarse, soaked in everything I hadnât said since we fought. "Couldnât sleep without you next to me. Couldnât even breathe right."For the first time all day, I started to relax. Her warmth against me, the rise and fall of her chest, the faint scent of her shampooâfuck, I was drifting. Iâd just begun to doze off, barely halfway to peace, when she stirred.And shoved me.What theâMy eyes snapped open, brows furrowing as I looked at her, confused. I thought she was asleep. But no, of course not. She was wide awake now, eyes narrowed with a fiery glare that had no business being so fucking cute.She
CASSANDRA'S POV~I swallowed hard, yanking Adrianoâs sleeve a little harder now as I silently begged him not to do something recklessâlike bash Darioâs head into the concrete. âPlease,â I whispered under my breath, âfor the love of God, just walk away. Donât give these people a show.âCameras were out. Phones lifted. The internet was probably live-streaming this circus. Two men fighting over me? No, thank you. Thatâs not the kind of viral I wanted to be.ThankfullyâmiraculouslyâAdriano threw one last glare at Dario that looked like it could murder three generations of his bloodline, then turned sharply to me. Without a word, his hand clamped around my wrist, his grip firm but not painful, and he dragged me out of the restaurant like I was some briefcase.I looked back over my shoulder, only to see Dario standing there, smiling like a damn lunatic and waving at me like we were old friends parting after brunch. My throat tightened. I wanted to punch that smugness off his stupidly handso
CASSANDRA'S POV~My jaw nearly hit the damn floor.I stared at Dario, wide-eyed, breath caught in my throat as if heâd just told me the sky was green or that gravity had stopped working. My ears buzzed, actually buzzed like someone had clapped cymbals against both sides of my skull.Was this a prank?Was he joking?Or worse... was I dreaming?A sudden wave of doubt washed over me and I panicked. I bit the inside of my cheek hard.âShit,â I gasped under my breath when the sharp sting made my eyes water. That pain was too real.I wasn't dreaming.âOh my Godâare you serious?â I squealed, my voice coming out breathless, borderline hysterical.Darioâs brows drew together. âAre you okay? Do you need water?âBefore I could even answer, he was already reaching for the bottle on the table, uncapping it and pouring it into my glass. I watched him, stunned by how calm he was while my entire nervous system felt like it was short-circuiting.I shook my head quickly, blinking away the shock. âY-Yea
CASSANDRA'S POV~I walked out of the hospital with my shoulders heavy, dragging behind me. My feet moved, but my spirit didnât follow. It stayed somewhere back in that office, crushed beneath the weight of a suspension letter and pitying glances.God, I hated this feeling.The same old, soul-sucking feeling that clung to me like a shadowâlike I was never enough. Never smart enough. Never strong enough. Never anything enough.And as if the universe hadnât mocked me enough already today, thunder cracked violently across the sky. A warning. But I didnât flinch.The rain followed almost instantly, pouring in thick sheets, drenching my scrubs and hair within seconds. I didnât run. I didnât even blink. I just stood there, arms limp at my sides, and let it soak me. Maybe, if I stood still long enough, the storm would wash this pain off meâscrub away the shame, the helplessness, the cruel sense of dĂŠjĂ vu that clung to my chest like a noose.I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. The rain
ADRIANO'S POV~The city of Antwerp looked like a jewel box scattered open under the pale sunlight. Glass skyscrapers sparkled against the horizon, trimmed with gold and steel like a high-society necklace. I shouldâve been impressed. I wasnât. I sat at the head of a long, obsidian conference table in the penthouse of a luxury business towerâmy tower. One floor below my diamond refinery, where billions worth of stones were processed every year. The room stank of money. Of ambition. Of suits with soft hands pretending theyâd ever held power. A sleek woman in a fitted navy pantsuit stood beside the massive projector screen, tapping her laser pointer against an illuminated chart filled with graphs and numbers. ââŚand if we tap into Sierra Leoneâs underutilized supply routes, we can increase exports by twelve percent while keeping taxation under the radar,â she explained in her best âplease take me seriouslyâ voice. The room was a roundtable of European, Russian, and African diamond entr
CASSANDRA'S POV~The moment I turned around and saw my mother still standing, eyes wide, staring right at me⌠and then at Adriano⌠and then back at me, my soul nearly flew out of my body.I turned crimson red on the spot, my whole face heating up like a microwave had just blasted me.Adriano, the shameless devil, just straightened like he was about to accept an award. And before I could even think of saving the situation, he smirked and said â loudly,"Mrs. Ashford, your daughterâs sweeter than all the desserts in Italy combined. And Iâm starving."Oh. My. God.My heart stopped. My soul left my body. I almost blacked out right there.My motherâs jaw dropped. She flushed so deep a red, I was honestly concerned she might combust. Meanwhile, Adriano just stood there, looking proud of himself, like heâd just delivered the line of the century.Without thinking, I moved so fast I surprised myself â and pinched his butt. Hard.Adriano jumped a full foot off the ground like a startled cat, s
CASSANDRA'S POV~Just as I was about to turn and leave, a loud, unexpected burst of laughter exploded behind me. I froze for a second, blinking in pure surprise. Was he... laughing?Slowly, I turned my head to see Dario clutching his side, tryingâand failingâto contain himself. His blond hair was a wild mess against the crisp white pillow, and his green eyes gleamed mischievously even as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.I arched a brow, my patience thinning by the second, but I said nothing. I simply stood there, watching him like he was some curious animal at the zoo.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he hummed low in his throat and let out a satisfied sigh. Still chuckling lightly, he shook his head and said, "You are... refreshing, you know that?"I blinked, caught off guard by the softness in his voice."Most people," he continued, his lips still curled in amusement, "don't dare talk to me like that. Especially not here. Not in a country where even the air tr
CASSANDRA'S POV~Everything went silent. Iâm talking graveyard silent. The kind of silence that presses down on your ears and wraps around your chest like a steel wire. No one moved. No one even dared to breathe too loudly. Nurses exchanged nervous glances. A few took cautious steps back, eyes darting to the floor like maybe if they didnât make eye contact, they could disappear. The bleeding man on the floor let out a soft, pained moanâbarely audible. It was enough to make the silence even more deafening. Then, the click of the gun being cocked echoed like a gunshot itself. Gasps erupted all around me. A few nurses whimpered. One covered her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut. He was losing patience. And yet still⌠no one moved. No one stepped forward. So I did. I donât know if it was courage or stupidityâor maybe just the fact that I knew if I didnât move, someone else would die. I stepped out from the crowd. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears, but I for
CASSANDRA'S POV~The moment I shut Adrianoâs door behind me, it felt like I was locking myself out of something I didnât even know I needed until now.My steps faltered, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag as the echo of his voiceâso cold, so woundedârattled in my ears. The look on his face when I said those words⌠God, I wish I could take them back. I wish I could rewind time and stop my own mouth from moving.But I didnât go back.I couldnât.I just walked faster, like creating distance between us would somehow protect me from the damage Iâd already done. My chest ached with every step, and my vision blurred with the sting of tears that I fought tooth and nail to hold back. I wouldnât cry here. I wouldnât let them see me break.The guards bowed their heads politely as I passed. I smiledâor tried to. It came out crooked and pitiful, like my lips had forgotten how to stretch without trembling. The driver opened the SUV door, and I almost told him not to bother. I wanted t