บททั้งหมดของ Cassia, The Billionaire's Collateral: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Cassie's POV I wasn't sure if Lucien was doing this to break me or if he just enjoyed torturing me in his own kind of way, but I was sure as hell I didn't want to know the aftermath of whichever one it was. Not now. Not when he still treated me like a ghost when all I ever did was try to help him. Perhaps, helping a man as grumpy as him hurt his ego.I didn't have so much time to gasp at how this dress sat on my mid thigh and how a good amount of my cleavage was out. Because the next thing I knew was my fingers finding the zip as quickly as they could, while putting it on, praying I still had the time to make it to wherever he was before this stopwatch stopped.“What the?!” I muttered in frustration as I struggled with the zipper behind me. What a bad time to get hooked.I sighed and decided to come back to it later. The heels in the bag he tossed had long straps and I was pretty sure he knew what he was doing by wanting to delay me intentionally. I was sweating and had my hair glued

Cassie's POV I was behind him all the time, as he instructed me to pay close attention to every single move he made. Probably because of the same reason he spent a whole fortune on shoes.“I'm a bit tired, Lucien,” I complained, barely keeping up to his pace.“Just take a look at these and it will be all till evening,” he strode to what I assumed to be his study room or whatever he calls it. Carter surprisingly held a hand out for me when he saw me struggling in my shoes, and all too soon, Lucien cleared his throat.“Is something wrong?” Carter stopped in his tracks just as Lucien did which made me forced to do the same.“Help me check the hall.”“Even though that's exactly where we're coming from?” He arched his brow.“Yes,” Lucien shot him a glare dismissively.After Carter turned to leave, he took a step backwards and bent over.“Am I going to know what that was for?” The words were rough in my mouth as I didn’t want to start a fight or get on his bad side now.“You'll see,” his

Lucien’s POVI watched her fall asleep before slipping from her soft arms. She smelt so much like lavender and felt so… perfect around me that it was almost impossible to let her go. But then again, there was the bandage wrapped around her head. It only reminded me of my failure to protect her, and although she liked to be optimistic about a lot of this, this was a world she was oblivious to and I knew better. If Miguel tried to kill her today, he wouldn't stop trying to kill her tomorrow. I went to the bathroom first before heading out to my study. There I called Carter to see if he was able to find anything about the incident at the Gala.“You're saying that even at this point, the source of the bullet is still unknown?” He nodded simply, monitoring my every move. “It doesn't make sense now, does it. I strongly feel like it was done by Miguel—”“We can't go after him without proof though.”“I know that,” I sighed. “And we can't sit around waiting to find proof before we act eithe

Cassie's POV After Mirian had returned, there was nothing, and I meant absolutely nothing I could do other than to stare at the wall. She reminded me that even while I was alone here, there was nothing much she could do for me, and that Lucien might have placed a camera. She had to write to me throughout the day just to know how I was doing.“I know it's weird to ask an old woman this, but do you read novels or anything at all that will keep me busy during the day? I'm tired of having to stare at the wall or talk to myself. I'm going to go mad if I continue this way,” I sighed, realising I was bothering her with my problems again. Well, it's not like there was something much better I could do.“I'll try to find something.”“Really?” Excitement ran through me. “I don't want old newspapers, though. Looking at it feels like a punishment—"“I know,” she cut in with a smile. “There were a few maids that worked here and I'll just go through what they left behind and see if there's anything

Cassie's POVThis has to be some sort of joke! I tossed the bag to the side of the room and climbed on my bed. This time, exhaustion really took a good hold of me before I'm able to process why Carter would give me a book. Not just any book, but the kind I'd asked Mirian for.The next morning, I decided that if I got up early and hid in the closet, I might be able to trick Mirian into thinking I was away. I kept glancing over the wall clock to know when she'd walk in with the tray this time. Hopefully, I'll track her for a few days and note when she usually brings in breakfast.Once the door opened, I waited patiently for her back to face me before rushing to lock the door.“So you've been seriously trying to avoid me, huh?” Believe me, I didn't even know if I was pissed or frustrated that I was right, but she did look as terrified as she was the last time. “I thought I've told you this before, I don't eat people, Mirian and I'm the very least of all the people should make you scare