All Chapters of His Regret: I'm with his uncle now : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

PART 1- A NEW KIND OF LIFE Cassidy Murphy "We're all so excited! Congratulations Miss Cassidy!" The whole office was alive. Laughter bounced off the glass walls, and everyone was in high spirits. They had just secured an acquisition deal so rare that even the largest corporations often failed to land it. "I think this calls for celebration, someone pop open a bottle of champagne!" Cassie smiled, but her mind was elsewhere. She slipped away from the noise with her phone in hand, eager to share the victory with the one person who mattered most—her husband, Trent. She dialed his number. Once. Twice. Again. Straight to voicemail. “Miss Cassidy, aren’t you coming back in? The shareholders are asking for you,” Daria, her secretary, peeked her head out of the door. “Something important just came up,” Cassie said, forcing a smile. “Enjoy the celebration!” The only thing on her mind was going home to the love of her life. Her heart was racing. She only wanted to see Trent. He had to

Cassie sat in the cold, sterile holding cell. She was still in shock. How on earth did she end up here? Being accused of embezzlement and money laundering, it was way above Trent's thinking capacity. Someone must have put him up to it. Before she could process her thoughts further, a police officer came to escort her to an interrogation room. Cassie stood up, with her wrists still handcuffed, and followed the officer to an interrogation room. A middle-aged man with stubble and a stern expression, was already seated in one of the chairs. "Please, sit down, Ms. Murphy," the detective said, nodding to the other chair. "Silverwood," she corrected as she sat down, her eyes fixed on the detective. They weren't divorced yet so Silverwood was still her last name. "I want to call my lawyer," she said. The detective nodded. "I am not aware that you are a Silverwood. I will keep referring to you as Murphy till I verify that information." He sized her for a moment, "You can call your lawye

Cassie woke to an unfamiliar ceiling — high, white, and gleaming with a sterile kind of elegance. For one disoriented heartbeat, she thought she’d died and been reincarnated as someone with better taste in furniture. Then the pounding in her skull reminded her that she was, unfortunately, still very much alive… and possibly kidnapped. She pushed herself upright, blinking against the light spilling through floor-to-ceiling glass. The city glittered below — distant, taunting, indifferent. Everything in the room whispered wealth. Sleek furniture. Sculptural lighting. The faintest trace of expensive cologne in the air. It was the kind of place that looked more like an exhibit than a home. And it was definitely not hers. On the nightstand sat a single glass of water and a pill. “For your head,” a low voice said from behind her. Cassie whipped around — and there he was. He leaned against the doorway with the lazy confidence of someone who never had to try. The first thing she noticed w

THREE MONTHS LATER Cassie never thought she’d end up here. Not the version of “here” where dreams die in fluorescent lighting and everything smells faintly of grease and cheap beer. By day, she worked at a cramped downtown office — a data-entry graveyard where people forgot your name but remembered your mistakes. It wasn’t what her degree had promised, but it paid half her bills. The other half came from Harper’s, a diner that didn’t close until dawn, where the staff ran on caffeine, adrenaline, and resentment. She’d told herself it was temporary. That something better would come along once her name cleared. But it had been three months since she’d been blacklisted by Silverwood Industries and Murphy Magnolia Holdings — three months since every corporate door in L.A. had quietly closed on her. Apparently, when your ex-husband’s family and your father’s company both had reasons to bury you, opportunities disappeared fast. So here she was — surviving. The waitstaff at Harper’s w

The Mercedes purred to life the moment Warren turned the key. The sound was smooth, expensive. The kind of hum that promised luxury without ever having to shout it. Cassie inhaled the faint scent of leather and something woodsy and sharp. Cologne that probably cost more than everything she owned at this point. Warren drove like a man who owned the road, his phone lighting up again and again on the console. Messages, missed calls, notifications stacking faster than he could clear them. By the fifth call, flashing Ava💋, Cassie arched a brow. “Quite the Casanova, aren’t you?” He shot her a grin looking quite unbothered. “What can I say? I’m a people person.” “Right,” she said dryly, crossing one leg over the other. “And I’m the Queen of England.” He laughed, a low sound that vibrated through the air. “Feisty. No wonder Arden likes you.” Cassie looked away, pretending the comment didn’t send a quick flush up her neck. “Don’t mistake professionalism for interest.” “Sweetheart,” h