All Chapters of Casanova's Love Affair: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

There was no storm that night. No raging winds, no warning signs.Just silence. Then headlights.Cayleigh Sasa Montemayor had always imagined her wedding day to be something out of a fairy tale. Growing up in the pristine halls of the Montemayor estate, surrounded by crystal chandeliers, soft classical music, and the scent of lavender that always lingered on her mother’s dresses, Cayleigh was a woman who believed in control. In destiny. In perfection.And marrying Knile Monte Forteros was the final thread to her ideal tapestry. Their union wasn't just about love—though there was a tenderness in Knile she thought no one else could see. It was about legacy. About two powerful families weaving their fortunes and visions together, sealing their dominance over media and hospitality in a single, golden vow.But fate—cruel, poetic, ironic fate—had other plans.That evening, Cayleigh had just left her bridal fitting. The gown—designed by an up-and-coming genius named Akira Rodrigo Salamanca—h

Knile Monte Forteros had always believed that control was everything.He controlled markets with headlines, steered public opinion like a tide, and built empires with a single signature. He didn’t need to shout to be heard. His silence spoke louder than any press release. His presence commanded boardrooms, and his name opened doors others didn’t even know existed.But now, as he stood in the hallway outside Cayleigh’s room—unable to take one more step inward—he realized there was one thing even he couldn’t control:Time.Or more specifically, how it could strip away everything in seconds.She had been so beautiful that day. He remembered the way her veil had shimmered under the studio lights, the way her laughter echoed in the hallway of the boutique when she teased him for being too stiff about floral arrangements. She had always been softness with a spine, poised but mischievous. She made power look graceful.Now, she wouldn’t even look him in the eye.And that... that killed him mo

There were nights when Cayleigh forgot she no longer had legs.Not because the pain stopped—phantom pain never truly did—but because in the quiet spaces of her room, when her body had grown too tired to fight and the world outside finally stopped whispering, her mind wandered back to how things used to be.Dancing barefoot on the marble floor of her family’s villa.Running through hotel halls as a child, her laughter echoing like bells.Rising to her toes to kiss Knile in his office, hidden behind the stained glass panel he kept for privacy.And then—she would wake. Stiff. Heavy. Trapped in a body that no longer felt like hers.But worse than that was the feeling she could no longer name. That gnawing ache that had nothing to do with her legs, and everything to do with a man who didn’t belong to her world, and yet somehow had taken root in it like an uninvited vine.Aki.He had been different from the beginning.She expected resistance, maybe even bitterness. She expected him to cower