All Chapters of His Regret: I'm with his uncle now : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

It had been a week since Trent was in custody but he was in a fancy prison cell. They had applied for bail multiple times but their bail request kept getting canceled. So they opted for the next best thing, a boujee house arrest. Trent was sitting on the soft couch in the beach house, staring out the window at the ocean, which was a much more pleasant view than the one he would have had if he were still in jail.He couldn't go back home for obvious reasons. His lawyers had been able to arrange for him to be placed under house arrest at the beach house, which was a much more comfortable and luxurious environment than a jail cell.The beach house was fully staffed, with a personal chef, maid, and security team, and Trent had access to a private gym, pool, and outdoor lounge area.Despite the luxurious surroundings, Trent was getting restless and anxious to clear his name and get back to his normal life.His lawyers were working hard to prepare his defense, but the wait was agonizing f

"We need to come up with a plan," Arden said. "We can't just let the Silverwoods dictate what happens to Savannah. What kind of person demands something like that? He has you in a hostage situation Cassie.""I agree," Warren said. "But the Silverwoods are proving themselves to be powerful and ruthless. Just think about what Trent's going to do when he gets out. Plus Savannah did commit those crimes, and as you said, she isn't your friend."Cora nodded. "I think we should try to gather more information. Who exactly is behind this? Is it Ross, or is there someone else pulling the strings?""It was definitely Ross' voice. He's definitely stuck. I'm sure working me was the last option. He must have gone through all the motions and realized that.""You made sure there were no loopholes," Arden brushed a frustrated hand through his hair, "What now? He knew you would falter if he tugged at your heart strings!""What are you trying to say Arden?" Cassie inhaled deeply."Nothing Cassie. I'm s

Cassie bolted down the last flight of stairs, lungs burning, legs numb, but she didn’t stop. The smoke stung her eyes, making the world watery and blurred, but she pushed forward, bursting through the exit doors and into the cold night air.Her chest heaved, and the world spun for a moment as if she might faint. The acrid taste of smoke coated her tongue. She shook her head violently, trying to clear the fog from her mind. She needed to breathe. She needed to move.“Cassie! Cassie!” Arden’s voice barked from behind, rough and sharp. His footsteps pounded against the pavement as he tore after her.But Warren caught him by the arm, yanking him back. “Let her go!” His voice was firm, steady despite the chaos. Arden’s nostrils flared as he resisted, but Warren didn’t loosen his grip. “She needs space. That was a lot for her. You can’t smother her right now. Let her breathe, Arden. Let her process.”Arden’s jaw tightened. His chest rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths. Then, reluctantly

Cassie sat at her desk, papers spread in front of her. She held a pen, but her mind wandered. Two weeks gone and everything looked the same, yet nothing felt the same. People stopped by her desk with updates, quick smiles, polite words. She nodded, gave answers, but her chest felt heavy.Arden leaned against the doorway, arms folded. “You shouldn’t push yourself. First day back, and you’re already drowning in files.”She didn’t look up. “I’m fine.”“You don’t look fine.”Her jaw tightened. “Stop watching me like I’m going to break.”Arden sighed and came closer, lowering his voice. “I stayed with you every day in that hospital. The least you could do is not throw yourself into the fire again.”She paused, pen frozen above the page. She thought of the real fire—the walls collapsing, the smell of smoke still buried in her hair. Guilt pressed in again: the detective, Daria, Sugar. Bodies piling up, one after the other. And Savannah.Savannah had chosen her path. Cassie couldn’t save her,

Arden stepped into Spencer’s space, his height and steady glare enough to force Spencer back a step. His voice dropped, calm but sharp as steel.“You work here, right? Rhinelander?”Spencer’s throat bobbed. “Y-yeah.”“Good. Then remember this—get near her again and I’ll make sure you don’t set foot on another site in this city. You understand me?”Spencer opened his mouth, but Arden leaned in, the shadow of his frame blotting out whatever courage Spencer thought he had.“Do. You. Understand?”“Yes,” Spencer muttered, hands up. He gave Cassie one last look—half regret, half frustration—before turning on his heel and leaving fast.Cassie didn’t move. She stared at Arden’s back, his shoulders still squared, his jaw still locked like he was holding back more than words. When Spencer was gone, she hissed under her breath.Arden’s height and presence had been enough to scatter Spencer, but the fury in Cassie’s chest didn’t scatter so easily. She dragged Arden aside, her fingers tight around