บททั้งหมดของ Taken by the Heartless {Book One}: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The tension between Eros and Cassandra was not ignorable. Cassandra stayed with Grandma Adella, but she refused to tell the woman what went wrong, and Grandma Adella let her be. Eros too refused to speak to anyone about it, not even Javier. He was always by himself, either slugging down glasses of alcohol or staring at something on his phone. They remained like that until the morning of his birthday. Cassandra woke up that morning, with her mind made up. Eros made it clear that he didn't want to see her, and she respected that. She couldn't bare staying in the same house with him and not speaking with him. She didn't know what was going on in his mind and he was ignoring her. They had bumped into each other in the kitchen last night when she had gone to take water he had behaved as if she wasn't there. It hurt her even more than it would have hurt if he was punishing her. He wasn't punishing her; he wasn't ready to talk either and she was dying of heartbreak. She decided to stay for

"Cassie, serve the man sitting at the table by the window," Mrs. Agatha said, handing her a tray of noodles soup.Cassandra took the tray and headed to the table the woman had assigned her. She served the man and was about to return to the kitchen when she caught a familiar figure in her peripheral vision. She turned and saw Javier coming into the restaurant. He smiled when he saw her, and she returned the smile. Her eyes darted around the place to see if Eros was there, but she was disappointed. "Do you have some minutes?" Javier asked. She saw a bruise under his eyes and noticed his smile was not as bright as it used to be.Her brows creased. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" she asked, concerned. Javier nodded and sighed."Let's sit and talk for a while." Cassandra nodded and pointed him to a seat.A few minutes later, she was seated across from Javier, who kept staring at the table and the drink in front of him. She was confused and scared at the same time. What was wrong with

Once Eros dropped Cassandra in the mansion, he jumped back into the car and headed for Marco. Even with all the tactics Cassandra devised to stop him from going, he didn’t yield this time. The bastard had beaten more than he could chew, and he was ready to end Marco’s bullshit.He turned off the engine once he was at the site and got out, taking in his surroundings. Marco was a sly bastard; he needed to ensure the whole place was secure. Not that they weren’t careful enough, there were men in the control room, watching every cranny around the warehouse, even the surroundings. If any danger were lurking, they would find out. He stalked into the warehouse where Javier and the others waited, blowing smoke from his fat cigar.Marco was strapped to a chair in the centre of the room. His face was bruised, and his head hung, he was so motionless that Eros thought he was already dead. There was a deep cut on his temple where a lone blood trekked down to his cheek, his lips were swollen, a

"Fuck!" Eros cussed for the hundredth time, biting back tears as he paced up and down the hallway. His whole shirt was drenched in Cassandra's blood, but he cared less. Javier, Pedro, and Vikky stood behind him silently. "How did I let this happen? I swear, I will kill that bastard!" "Eros, you have to calm down," Javier said. Eros turned sharply to look at him. "Calm down, you say? Cassie is in there fighting for her life, and you say I should calm down?" "What do you plan to do? Breathe life into her or something? Cassie needs you now. She would not want you to be like this. We must be calm and think about the next step." Eros' eyes were red and glassy. "It's all my fault," his voice broke with emotions. "I should have protected her." Javier walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Eros, listen to me. This is not the time to apportion blame or linger on emotions. This is the time to think and act fast." Eros knew he was right. He needed to pull himself together a

Eros removed the cloth covering the woman's face and stared at her. She glared back at him, not even looking scared. He had never seen this woman before. Why does she attack women he had something to do with? His eyes scanned her body. He had asked his men to strip her to her underwear, and they did. She didn't have any tattoos, no marks, no scars. Was she working for someone? They didn't torture her because Cassandra wouldn't like it. She had begged him to hand the woman over to the police once he caught her. He would hand her over, but not without trying to pry out information from her. She nearly killed his woman."Who are you?" he asked in a gruff voice."Fuck you," the woman retorted.His hands folded into fists, and his jaw clenched. He would have tortured her in the worst possible ways if it were his old self. This woman had the gut to curse at him. He stretched his hand and Javier handed him the gun. He moved closer and bent so that his face was on the same level as the woman'