All Chapters of FATED to SIN, BOUND by TIME: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Slash’s POV I still couldn’t believe this bastard had dragged me along. A whole dinner. A whole damn *date*. And not just any date—one with a high-class heiress whose name alone could move markets. I had no say in it. Absolutely none. The moment we stepped into the restaurant, I already knew who owned the place. The place screamed money, from the lighting to the quiet music, even the way the staff moved like they were trained to breathe in elegance. And then there was her. Tricia. She stood up the moment she saw us, surprise flickering across her face when her eyes landed on me. But just as quickly, it vanished, replaced by a perfect smile. Exactly what you would expect from someone of her status. “Cassian,” she greeted warmly before shifting her gaze to me. “And… Mr. Johnson. I’m glad you could make it.” Like I was *invited*. I forced a polite smile. “The pleasure is mine.” It wasn’t! Not even a little.We took our seats, and from that moment on, I knew

Cassian’s POV I didn’t even realize how late it had gotten until the door to my office swung open without a knock. Only one person did that. “Tell me you didn’t forget.” I didn’t even look up from the file in my hand. “Get out.” Slash chuckled as he walked in. “No, seriously,” he said, stopping in front of my desk. “Don’t tell me you forgot about the wine party.” I sighed and dropped the file on the desk before finally looking at him. The damn bastard looked like he was already ready to attend a damn fashion show. He had on a fitted black suit tailored perfectly to his body, with a crisp white shirt underneath. The top two buttons were undone, like he was trying too hard to look effortless. His hair was styled neatly, slightly pushed back, and his shoes were polished enough to reflect my irritated face. “You look ridiculous,” I muttered. “And you look like a man who is about to ruin a very important connection,” he shot back. “I’m not going.” He blinked.“W

Cassian’s POV “Cut that out,” Slash muttered under his breath, his lips curved into a charming smile as his eyes scanned the room like he owned it.“What is your problem now?” I asked quietly, not even bothering to look at him fully.“Your face,” he replied instantly. “You look like you’re attending a funeral, not a party.”I scoffed softly.Before I could respond, he waved toward Tricia the moment she glanced our way.She stood surrounded by a group of elegantly dressed women, laughing softly; her posture was perfect, and her smile controlled. They looked like they were hanging onto her every word.“Well then, excuse me, ice king,” Slash added and walked off before I could stop him.Of course.I was left standing alone again.My hands slipped into my pockets as I looked around. Conversations filled the room: soft laughter, the clinking of glasses—but none of it reached me.What I hated most was the attention.Eyes were on me, watching and judging.Yet no one dared to approach.Path

Slash’s POV I was so fucking pissed.I tilted the glass and swallowed another mouthful of wine before grimacing.“This whole shitty party is a damn joke,” I muttered under my breath.“Sir, should I pour you some more?”I turned slowly and looked at the waiter standing behind me.The poor guy instantly stiffened under my stare.“Get the hell away from me,” I said coldly.His eyes widened for a second before he quickly nodded and walked off.I leaned against the balcony railing with a scoff.Everything had been fine before that damn waitress showed up.Actually, more than fine.For once, I had genuinely been enjoying myself.Tricia was beautiful, charming, and unlike most rich girls, she actually knew how to hold a conversation without sounding brain dead. Sitting beside her earlier had felt comfortable.Then that crazy woman came out of nowhere and ruined everything.Not only had wine been spilled all over me in front of important guests, But she insulted me openly, as if I were some

Cassian's POVA loud groan left my mouth as I forced my eyes open.“What the hell…?”I shut my eyes again immediately when the sunlight hit my face. My head felt heavy, and my throat was dry.For a second, I wondered where I even was until I noticed the familiar ceiling of my penthouse bedroom.I slowly sat up while holding my forehead.“Damn it, Slash,” I muttered.The last thing I remembered clearly was the two of us drinking straight from the whiskey bottles while talking nonsense. After that, everything was blurry.I looked around the room, then frowned when I noticed I was still half-dressed.My suit jacket was hanging on the chair, while my tie was somewhere on the floor, together with my shoes.“How classy,” I mocked myself.I reached for my phone on the bedside table and widened my eyes slightly when I saw multiple missed calls from Rudolph and a few messages from Slash, as well as a strange number.The strange number had sent an address, which I ignored, and looked at Slash's