All Chapters of Whispers of Submission : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The soft rustle of wind through the trees and the distant hum of a lawnmower welcomed the morning. Cassie stepped out of Asher’s house wearing comfortable flats, high-waisted jeans and a light sweater. The air was crisp but friendly, brushing against her face with a familiar embrace.She had spent so much of her life trying to get away from this town that she had forgotten the charm it quietly carried- like an old friend who never expected anything but your presence. The streets were lined with flower beds in full bloom, local shops with hand-painted signs and people who nodded as they passed, faces a little older, a little wiser, but kind nonetheless.Cassie wandered slowly, hands in her pockets, letting her steps take her where they pleased. Her first stop was the bookstore, Willow Pages, a two-story shop that still smelled of pinewood shelves and well-loved novels. She didn’t stay long but bought a worn paperback she had once read in high school, more for the nostalgia than the plo

Wednesday morning arrived with a clear sky and a gentle breeze that fluttered through the curtains of Cassie’s room. She lay awake for a moment longer than usual, staring at the ceiling, thoughts swirling like leaves caught in a restless wind. Today was the first real step toward building the life she wanted, a fresh start in a place she hadn’t quite called home for a long time.She pushed back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, breathing deeply. “You’ve got this,” she whispered to herself, straightening her shoulders. After her morning routine, Cassie carefully chose her outfit. She wanted to appear polished and confident but also comfortable enough to breathe through any nervousness. She settled on a soft cream blouse with a ruffle at the collar, paired with a charcoal-gray pencil skirt that hugged her curves without being restrictive. Black flats completed the look; practical for walking around the office, yet sleek enough to feel professional. She glanced at her reflectio

The pub was warm with low amber lighting and the familiar clink of glasses as patrons laughed and shared stories over drinks. Asher slid into a booth by the window, moments before Reggie appeared with two cold beers in hand.“Welcome back, man,” Reggie said, handing one over.“Thanks,” Asher replied, lifting the glass. “To surviving another business trip.”Reggie laughed, taking a sip. “No rest for the wicked, I tell you," Reggie joked."Indeed.""Onto serious matters; I owe you an apology," "For?" Asher asked. He had known Reggie since college and he had never been a man of many words. When he first met with him, Reggie had no friends: He was a loner who kept to himself and his books. He bloomed after college."I’m really sorry I missed your mom’s memorial. I wanted to be there, but that last-minute supplier situation in Chicago blew up.”Asher waved him off. “Don’t worry about it. You sent flowers and a note. That meant a lot to me.” The two friends were not overly sensitive, but t

Cassie stood in the center of the living room, her duffel bag slipping from her shoulder and landing with a soft thud on the polished hardwood floor. Ken had just dropped her off and helped her get her bags inside before leaving for an errand. Asher had already shipped her car but she had decided against driving it here. Besides, her place of work was just five minutes away; she could do with walks to and fro. She also did not want to crowd Reggie's garage. He was already charging her low rent.The apartment was stunning; airy, modern, and filled with warm light that filtered through sheer curtains. The scent of sandalwood lingered faintly in the air, mingling with the smell of fresh linen.She wandered through the open-kitchen, her fingers trailing along the cool granite countertops. The stainless-steel appliances gleamed. There was not even a fickle of dirt. Dishes were well stored, except for a bowl of fruits which sat prettily on the kitchen counter. Moving to the living area, she

The sun rays spilled through the living room windows, filling the apartment with a soft, golden glow. Cassie moved slowly, savoring the freedom of a lazy Sunday. She wore a light floral dress and flat sandals. The day’s plan was simple: wander through the new town, then return to her new home.Her phone buzzed just as she wanted to enter a local café. “Hey, Ash!” she answered brightly.“Hey, kiddo,” Asher replied, voice warm. “How are you settling in?”Cassie glanced around the street she hadn’t walked much yet. “It’s nice. I feel like I am really going to love living here. I still cannot believe that Reggie let me stay."“That’s good news. I am glad you love it,” Asher said. “Listen, I’m coming by later. I’ve got a little something for you.”"It would be nice to see you. I know it hasn't been that long but..." she faltered.“But you miss me, right?” Asher cut in, grinning through the phone. “I miss you too little sis. I was getting used to having you around."Cassie laughed softly. “