All Chapters of No Longer A Fool For You : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Cassy stumbled out of Carl’s room, her heart pounding so hard she could hear the rhythm echoing in her ears. The door slammed behind her with a sharp bang that made her flinch. Her chest tightened as tears welled up, spilling freely before she could even stop them. She pressed a trembling hand to her lips, trying to stifle a sob, but the pain in her throat was unbearable.“Cassy?”She froze. The small, familiar voice came from the hallway. Timothy stood there, clutching a small toy car in one hand and his notebook in the other, his eyes wide with worry. He dropped both immediately and ran up to her, his little feet pattering across the tiled floor.“Why are you crying?” he asked softly, tugging on her hand. “Did Daddy shout at you? Did he?”Cassy tried to smile, but her lips quivered instead. “No, no, sweetheart,” she whispered, quickly wiping her cheeks. “I’m fine, okay? It’s nothing.”But Timothy wasn’t convinced. He frowned, his small hand tightening around hers. “You don’t look fi

Kael’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out. For a second, he just stood there — his hand still gripping the edge of the doorframe, knuckles pale from the pressure. His eyes, however, never left her. “I came because…” He paused, his tone low but rough around the edges. “I came because I didn’t want things to end like that.” Cassy crossed her arms tightly, her expression guarded. “End like what, Kael? With you throwing accusations and me standing there speechless?” He exhaled slowly, the vein in his jaw twitching. “I found out the pictures were fake,” he said finally. “Photoshopped. Whoever sent them had a purpose — to cause trouble.” Cassy blinked, stunned for a second. “So now you realize that?” “I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he continued, voice tight with restraint. “I shouldn’t have—” “—believed a lie so easily?” she cut in sharply. “You think an apology fixes that?” Kael’s eyes darkened. “Cassy, I’m not here to argue.” “Then what are you here for?” she shot back.

The venue shimmered beneath golden lighting, an elegant harmony of sleek marble, velvet curtains, and a runway that glowed like starlight. Guests were gathered—executives, designers, press, and fashion enthusiasts—all waiting, eyes glittering with anticipation. The large white banner above the stage read: “Internal Enterprises Presents: Mila Label – The Future of Fashion.” Then the music shifted. A soft hum of drums rolled into a gentle crescendo as a group of builders stepped onto the runway. Clad in signature black utility outfits embroidered with the brand’s emblem, they began unveiling the intricate panels Mila had spent weeks designing. Seamless, futuristic. A fusion of innovation and beauty. A manifestation of her vision brought to life. And then she walked out. Mila. Wearing a tailored white pantsuit that shimmered with silver undertones, her hair pinned up in a sleek bun, minimal makeup, yet breathtaking in presence. The applause was deafening. She paused at the edge of

Timothy grinned shyly, though the worry didn’t completely fade. “Still… I want to look nice. Really, really nice. What if she thinks I’m messy?”Cassy raised a brow in mock seriousness. “Messy? You?” She gasped dramatically. “Timothy Kaelson, are you telling me you don’t trust your fashion sense?”He laughed, covering his mouth. “Nooo, it’s just… I don’t know what to wear! Dad always picks boring stuff — shirts and trousers and ties.” He wrinkled his nose. “Grandma’s coming all the way from another country. I want to look like… like a prince!”Cassy chuckled again, gently tugging his hand as they reached his room. “Then we’ll find something that’ll make you look like one. After all, you have more clothes than anyone I know.”The door creaked open, and they stepped into Timothy’s room — bright, neatly arranged, and far too big for a child his age. The large window overlooked the garden, the morning breeze fluttering the sheer curtains. His bed was perfectly made, his toys arranged on t

Mila’s heart was pounding in her chest as she entered the sleek, imposing building of Cross Corp. The polished floors gleamed beneath her feet, reflecting the coldness of the towering glass windows that seemed to imprison her as much as the situation. She had never felt so small in her life. The world outside felt distant, like a dream, while inside—this building, this room, these papers—felt like her nightmare coming to life. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she walked toward the large glass conference room where Zayden Cross, the man she had been reluctantly tied to, waited for her. She couldn’t even escape if she tried. Her entire future was sealed by the signature she was about to put down. Zayden was already there, standing by the windows, his back to her. His suit was perfectly tailored, his posture rigid and confident. Everything about him screamed control—his sharp jaw, his cold demeanor, the air around him like an impenetrable wall. Mila hated it.