บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed By My Ex: I Married His Uncle: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Cassandra's POV Sinclair slammed the door behind him and the tension in the room eased off. I turned to Rhys, before my lips parted to speak but he took the words from my mouth. "I am fine. It's just a few punches. It's not the first time we have fought." He hissed. Worry grew on my face. He didn't look good, and he was also a public figure. I had a lot of questions to ask. It felt like there was something they were hiding from me... "What about your face?" I took a step forward. Rhys' jaw clenched and he brushed past me still irritated "I will just stay away from cameras for a while." He retorted, marching towards the bathroom door. He looked irritable. I had a feeling the reason he was fighting with Sinclair was because of me, but I was curious about a statement Sinclair mentioned. Sinclair knew the reason Rhys decided to disappear. I ran after him .... "Why were you fighting?" I hurriedly ask. Rhys stopped at the door. His

CASSANDRA'S POV "My patience is almost out. You don't want to see me snap." I flinched at his words. His eyes were like dark abysses which were going to trap my soul. I clenched my fist trying to stand against him, but the pressure made it even too difficult to breathe. I tried to meet his gaze, my eyes could barely look at those dark abysses, as my legs buckled, but despite the pressure, I tried not to look away. "You have no right to request that from me, Alaric Von Duvall..." I finally found the courage to speak. His face darkened, and he strode towards me, his figure overshadowing me. I instinctively stepped back, unaware of the bed behind me, and tripped over it. My hand clutched the sheets, fear gnawing up in me as my heart started to race but I still held his gaze. "I have no right..." He scoffed. Alaric bent over, moving like a predator. My instincts were to bolt out of her, and my eyes frantically searched around the room for a means o

Alaric's POV Her face went pale like everything she believed in was destroyed before her eyes "This isn't possible.." Cassandra mumbled refusing to believe what was right before her eyes. There was no denying it I scoffed at her reaction. "What is so unbelievable? The part you thought I was a gigolo or the one you threatened me with suicide to make sure I followed through with the marriage." I sneered and her face went uglier. She looked like a complete mess, half naked naked bound on my thighs with her hair looking like a nest after the chaotic episode The video continued to play from when Cassandra and I entered the penthouse, the same one she fled from the next morning. My lips still twitched remembering how she had disappeared while I was in the shower We entered the living room where the lawyer and Nathan were waiting for us with a drafted marriage agreement. I was able to pull some strings to make us get married at that unholy hour of past midnight. Fro

Cassandra's POV Priscilla's gaze was unsettling, worst, she saw me smiling for a split second. I immediately had this sick feeling in my stomach. The way she just stared, carrying emotions, is definitely not something a 14-year-old should. Like I was a thorn which should be removed from her sight immediately. I buried my face on Alaric's shoulder, subconsciously taking in his scent, hoping it could calm the storm I felt inside. My hands silently trembled and he sensed the change. "Did the pain worsen?" He patiently asked, his voice carrying this strong sense of concern that made my heart sting knowing I was playing him. I had to save myself. I slowly shook my head snuggling closer. My mind drifted from Priscilla and rested on one fact, how I should get the hell out of this marriage. The signs were all over and Priscilla definitely wasn't going to make this easy for me. The door from the bedroom was pushed open, and Alaric moved straight to the bed. He adjusted the sheets bef

Cassandra's POV "I'm sorry." The words slipped out. My heart beat was slow, nervous curled up in my stomach. The tension was so thick I needed a breather. It was me waving the white flag for him. He didn't say anything. The silence stretched so thick between us. I just stayed still for what felt like forever waiting for him to say anything. In the end, I heard his controlled, gentle breath. My eyes slowly fluttered, and my gaze fell on his gentle face. He was asleep, his lashes cast a gentle shadow on his face. I subconsciously released a breath I had been holding forever. In his sleep, he didn't look anything like the terrifying person he was earlier. He was so gorgeous I was tempted to stay. I scoffed at the thought. I didn't belong in his life, the drama was too much. I still had to find a way to escape, a way for him to let go. If Alaric refused to let go, his connections would be hard for me to leave. Pretty things are always the most dangero