All Chapters of Billionaire's Obsession: Our Scarred Secrets: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cassandra Reed’s POV“You cannot apply for a loan, Miss Cassandra.” The tenant in the money lending agency said. He seemed frustrated with my case and the way he said those words was filled with irritation. “What? Why can’t I?” I asked, for the tenth time on this day. “You see, we cannot lend any money to anyone. You must have a high-paying job running for at least three months.” He explained further. It just made me feel more stressed out. “Otherwise, we know you might be able to pay us.”“I am about to lose my apartment,” I whispered. I cannot believe that they refuse to help a woman in distress right now. Isn’t the purpose of money lending to help people in need of finances? So why are they rejecting my plea? “I am sorry, ma’am. You may come back once you find a job. That way, we can help you and discuss what you should do.” He said. It is just utterly unbelievable how he never even considered it. “Are you seriously rejecting me now, are you?” I sighed. I can’t even use my face

Cassandra’s POVThe next morning, I dragged myself out of bed well before sunrise, my body protesting every movement. The clock on my nightstand mocked me with its glowing digits—5:00 a.m. I had barely slept, my mind still buzzing with the events of the previous day.Despite my exhaustion, I forced myself into the shower and dressed in record time. By 5:45 a.m., I was standing outside Sinclair Co.'s building, clutching a steaming cup of coffee for myself this time. I just wish I would not spill the coffee on strangers again.The city was just beginning to wake up, the streets still quiet compared to the chaos that would soon ensue.I took a deep breath and stepped inside, the familiar rush of adrenaline pushing me forward. As I rode the elevator to the 180th floor, I mentally prepared myself for whatever Nathaniel had in store for me that day. The doors opened with a soft ding, and I walked down the familiar corridor to his office.Nathaniel was already there, seated behind his desk,

Cassandra’s POVAwe… why is it so cold here? “Is this your first time?” Nathaniel asked as he kept on reading his newspaper without giving a single glance at me. He is not bothered by how intense the cold wind is or how I am constantly blowing air from my mouth to keep my hands warm. I guess he is used to traveling to the point that airports don’t give him a sore body. I refused to answer him. Packing the things he shopped for me was a problem in the first place and now, he asked me to come as early as I could so we could waste our time together. Oh hell no.“Have you booked our room now?” He asked. “Yes.” I could not even lengthen the conversation because if I talked again, I would freeze to death.When the plane ticket we got was finally called, I got up and dragged the things he asked me to bring. The suitcase was heavy since all my things were inside. In addition, I carried so much paperwork that it was undoubtedly hard to move. “Hurry up or the plane will fly without us.” He

Cassandra’s POVI woke up the next morning to the shrill sound of my phone ringing. Groggily, I fumbled for the device, glancing at the screen to see Nathaniel’s name. My heart skipped a beat as I answered the call.“Hello?” I said, my voice thick with sleep.“Cassandra,” Nathaniel’s voice was curt, lacking warmth. “The business trip has been canceled. I’ve already returned to the country. You’ll need to make your way back on your own. Your tickets have been sent to your email. Be sure to catch the next flight.”I sat up, my mind racing. “What? Why? Is everything okay?”“Yes,” Nathaniel replied tersely. “Huh? But I can’t go alone–” I was frozen in my stand when I heard the three beeps. “He hung up?!”Stunned, I stared at the phone in my hand. What had happened? Why had Nathaniel left without me? Had I done something wrong again? The thought consumed me as I checked my email and found the ticket he mentioned. “How can he just leave me…” I sighed heavily. Not only did I have to deal

Nathaniel Sinclair’s POVI stood at the window of my office, gazing out at the city skyline bathed in the soft glow of dusk. Inside, Cassandra lay on the couch, her chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath.She looked… beautiful when she was fast asleep. When her eyes were closed and her long lashes were visible on her bare face. I completely underestimated her. The truth is, I hired her because I wanted to bring a stupid playtime in my workforce whose life I can make miserable. I only took interest in her because she’s clumsy, poor, and apologetic about everything. I never once thought she’d be smart enough to save me when I could have died a while ago. And on top of that… offering me flowers as an apology? Pathetic. But looking at it now… she might be the only person I can tolerate. When I am with her, it’s hard to keep my professional distance and give her a hard time. What is so special about this woman that I cannot do anything bad to her? What is it with her that I