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Dreston was genuinely shocked when he saw the number of hands raised in the conference room. Dozens of hands were raised. Almost everyone. For a brief moment, he just stared at those hands. Then amusement flickered through his eyes. Before Cassienne walked in, he had already been planning his exit. The meeting had been dull, uncoordinated, and going nowhere. Yes, he was still angry that Cassienne had disobeyed him and came to the office when he clearly told her not to—but seeing the sudden shift in the atmosphere changed his mind. The energy in the room was different now. It was alive and interesting. All just by Cassienne's input. As much as he hated to admit it, she had turned a boring, disorganized meeting into something productive within minutes. Watching the staff respond to her leadership made Dreston lean back slightly in his chair, his tension easing. “It seems like everyone wants to become a marketer,” Cassienne said with a soft chuckle. Laughter rippled across the roo
Cassienne stood quietly in front of the vanity mirror, it was very early in the morning. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her top and stared at her ribs. The once-deep purple bruises that had marred her skin were finally fading, the deep colors softening into lighter shades of yellow and pale blue—Healing, but not gone. She exhaled softly. Despite everything, she was already dressed for the office. Dreston had told her not to come to the office this morning. He was so serious about it, insisting she needed more rest, and more time to heal. But time was a luxury Cassienne didn’t have, at least, not now. Not with the tech expo looming so close. Today, she was meant to lead the team—her team—in defending the products that would be showcased at the upcoming expo. Cassienne believed deeply in professionalism and perfection. If Auralink Systems was going to stand out this year, it would be because of preparation, coordination, and performance. Time was already working against them. If the
Once upon a time, Joseph Tremont believed he had found a rare gem. She was quiet, intelligent, and observant—nothing like the loud, ambitious young women who often surrounded powerful families like his. Cassienne Rhodes had come into his life first as his son’s best friend, a girl who spent more time in their home than in her own. Back then, she was young, reserved, and almost painfully polite, the kind of girl who listened more than she spoke. At the time, Cassienne was living with Joseph and Abigail. It was shortly after she graduated from college, a Computer Science major with a brilliant mind hidden behind her gentle demeanor. While others saw her as just Dreston’s close friend, Joseph saw something more interesting. Something that is rare. Something he had once seen in her parents. Cassienne’s parents were brilliant—true geniuses in the tech world. They had worked under Joseph in the early days of Auralink, back when the company was still struggling to define itself.
Cassienne followed Corren’s gaze, her brows knitting together in faint confusion. The door had been left slightly ajar, and now it was fully open. Standing at the entrance was Joseph Tremont, Dreston’s father, his tall frame rigid, his face carved into an expression as hard and unreadable as stone. His years in the corporate world had trained his features into permanent authority. By his side stood Abigail Tremont, Dreston’s mother, whose face looked worried despite her efforts to look calm. Abigail clutched a small packed lunch bag in her hand, her fingers tightening around the handle as her eyes immediately found Cassienne on the hospital bed. For a brief moment, Cassienne forgot the pain in her ribs. “Father… Mother,” she said, surprise showing across her face before softening into warmth. A small smile broke through her exhaustion. “You’re here?” Corren and Merrick reacted instantly, rising to their feet out of respect. These were Dreston’s parents—people whose influence ext
“Dreston,” Cassienne began softly. “Why are you telling me all this?” Her voice was soft, almost soothing, but the weight behind her words unsettled him. She wasn’t accusing him. She was genuinely asking—and that made it harder for him. She was right. Why was he telling her all this? He shouldn’t be reopening old wounds or stirring feelings he had no right to touch anymore. Yet, no matter how much he tried to reason with himself, one truth will always stand: he owed her honesty. At least this much. “I just felt you should know,” he said quietly, pushing forward despite the tension that tightened his chest. “You mentioned it the other day. But before I could explain, you hung up.” He paused briefly, then continued, “My father will never approve of my marriage to Tina.” Cassienne listened without interrupting him. Somehow, she knew the truth. But a part of her liked hearing the lies. Well it's what she thought. But another part of her hated it dearly. Because the problem wasn’t t
“Good morning, Doctor Ray.” Cassienne greeted him the moment he stepped into the VIP ward. A nurse followed closely behind, pushing a small cart filled with medical supplies. “Good morning, my friend.” Doctor Ray smiled warmly. “I’m glad to hear your voice sounding stronger today.” His eyes studied her briefly before he asked, “So, how are you feeling this morning? Any complaints?” Cassienne tried to adjust her position on the bed, but a sharp pain made her stop. She winced, drawing in a breath. “Easy there,” Doctor Ray said at once. He moved quickly to her side and held her hand to steady her. “What are you trying to do?” “I want to sit up,” Cassienne replied after a slow breath. “Alright,” the doctor said calmly. “Just relax.” He released her hand and turned slightly. “Nurse May?” “Yes, Doctor,” the nurse answered immediately, stepping closer. “Please adjust her bed to a sitting position.” “Right away, Doctor.” Nurse May moved to the side panel of the bed and pressed a bu







