Todos los capítulos de Cursed To Love You: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Cassian’s POV I walked Drasa into my building even though she had refused to follow me. But I tricked her, told her the street was dangerous, exaggerated threats that didn’t even existI knew she didn’t want to come with me, but I found a way to get my words stuck in her senses.She stepped inside the house. Her eyes scanned every corner before darting back to me. I could tell she had something to say, but she swallowed hard instead.I guided her to the couch and let her sit down. I wanted to ask what she was doing in that place where I found her… but I decided to let it go.Without a word, I rushed upstairs to get her some clothes. The ones she had on were soaked, especially on the arms.I searched through my closet and pulled out a large black top. I stared at it for a moment, wondering what she’d say if I gave it to her.I knew she’d probably refuse, but I was ready to try and change her mind.I walked back to the living room and found her standing by the window. My eyes were dra

Cassian’s POVI don’t know when the words slipped from my lips, but I didn’t regret saying them — not even a little.It’s not because I want Drasa to be my girlfriend. I just hate cheating. I despise it with every part of me.“Are you trying to choose her over me?” Elara’s voice echoed through the room, and I shifted my eyes to her.“Not really choosing. Just stating the facts. She let you off the hook. The same should apply to her too,” I said calmly, without flinching.Drasa’s eyes were glued to me, and I gave her a small, awkward smile before looking away.“I’m not really bothered about her outfit anymore. She tinted her hair.”“She just told you that’s her natural hair. Or am I the only one who heard that?” I scanned the room, and they all nodded like obedient sheep.Such liars. They were clearly enjoying the drama.“Cassian, you’re a student. I won’t let you make decisions for me.” The lecturer sounded hurt, and I raised both arms in surrender.“I don’t mean to overstep. I’m just

Drasa’s POV I flagged down a taxi heading to the bar. After checking the timetable, I realized there were no lectures today, again.The drive was silent, with only my thoughts running wild.I didn’t know what Amelia was up to. She behaved wildly—too wildly for me to grasp her true nature.She seemed real sometimes, then completely different at other times.The taxi pulled up in front of the bar, and I rushed in. The manager spotted me the moment I stepped inside. His eyes raked over me from head to toe, as if surprised I’d actually shown up.“Drasa?” he called out, clearly stunned.“Yes,” I replied, my eyes on the floor.“What are you doing here?”“To work.”“In which bar?”“This one,” I said flatly.“You must be joking.”“I’ve never joked.”“Then maybe you should start, because you definitely look like an actress.”“I don’t plan to be one,” I answered, keeping my tone tight. I knew where this conversation was going, but I didn’t want to be too direct.“Leave,” he said sharply.“No,

Drasa’s POV I held the paper loosely, my eyes scanning the title again TO DO AND NOT TO DO.What the hell is this?I glanced at Cassian, but he said nothing. His eyes told me to keep reading. So I did.TO DOShow up when I call. Don’t keep me waiting for over an hour again. Answer your phone before it rings twice. Dress better when coming to class. You looked like a grocery store cashier today. Learn how to talk without being sarcastic every damn second. Don’t touch your phone when I’m speaking to you and don’t be annoying. NOT TO DODon’t give me the silent treatment. I hate it. Don’t bring up Elara. I don’t care about her that much. Don’t be jealous when you see me with other ladies. Don’t act like you don’t like me. I know you do, so stop the drama. Don’t flirt with any man. That will ruin my ego. Don’t act like you’re not already halfway mine.My eyes froze on the last line that I didn’t understand what that meant or maybe I did but I couldn’t digest it. “Don’t act like you’

Drasa’s POV I stared at the message for what felt like three whole minutes, trying to make sense of what he was saying but I couldn’t. Yesterday, he stood in front of his friend and called me a slut, and now he suddenly wants to act like a saint? For what? Is that supposed to erase the humiliation, the sting of his words, the way my chest had felt like it was being torn open in front of Kai?He made it clear, painfully clear that he didn’t want me. So why is he now trying to come up with some petty excuse to smooth it over?No. I’m not going to let him do that. He doesn’t get to hurt me and then rewrite the story like he’s the one who’s sorry.With my mood boiling in anger, I slid off his messages and shoved my phone deep into my bag before storming out of the room. I tried to let the thoughts go. I really did. I told myself to focus, to walk with purpose, to push everything out of my mind. But it didn’t work. The more I tried to forget what happened, the more it came crashing back