All Chapters of Alpha Cassius Darkest Claim: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The cheque remained untouched for days. It stayed on Anne’s bedside table beneath the folded letter, both of them resting there like a quiet disturbance no one in the room wanted to acknowledge too loudly. Jasmine had dusted around it twice already without moving it an inch. Even she seemed to understand that touching those papers felt too personal, too invasive, as though shifting them carelessly might send Anne into another spiral.Anne had refused to cash it immediately.“No amount of money changes what he did,” she had said the first night after receiving it, her voice dry from crying. “If he wanted to be my father, he should have been one twenty years ago.”No one argued with her.Teri had returned to the gallery two days later and one look at Anne’s face had been enough to make him stop asking questions. She had requested a leave with calm politeness, and he approved it without hesitation, even insisting she take more time if needed.Now her days blurred together inside the host

The hospital corridor still smelled faintly of disinfectant and late night panic when they finally wheeled Anne out.Derek held the wheelchair handles carefully, moving at a steady pace as though any sudden motion might break her further. Anne sat wrapped in a light hospital blanket, her body still weak but no longer burning with fever. Her hair had been tied back loosely by Jasmine, though strands still fell across her face in uneven pieces.Jasmine walked on her right side, clutching Anne’s bag. Kelsey stayed close on the left, occasionally leaning in to check her breathing out of habit. Yvette followed behind them, quieter than usual, eyes still heavy with guilt.Orson walked a few steps back, hands in his hoodie pockets, not inserting himself into the cluster but not leaving either.They moved toward the exit slowly, and there he was. John Moore sat near the waiting area, posture rigid as though he had been there the entire time without moving. The moment his eyes landed on her, h

The rain had stopped sometime before dawn.By morning, the city looked washed clean through the tall windows of Derek’s Airbnb, rooftops still damp beneath pale sunlight while droplets clung stubbornly to the glass. The storm had left behind a quietness that made everything feel slower, serene.Anne woke up tangled in unfamiliar warmth, for a few seconds she didn’t remember where she was until the scent of Derek’s cologne reached her faintly from the blanket he had placed over her during the night, and memories returned all at once.The power outage that left both of them in an unexpected gloom, Derek moving around the apartment with his phone flashlight trying to make her comfortable.She blinked at the ceiling slowly. Her body still carried traces of last night’s cold. Anne turned her head toward the other side of the living room, the couch where Derek had fallen asleep was empty.A soft clinking sound drifted from the kitchen area.She pushed herself upright carefully and immediat

The ballroom staff moved around with clipboards and trays while the scent of chlorine and fresh flowers drifted through the open poolside lounge. White drapes had been tied around tall gold poles, swaying with the evening breeze, and long tables covered in satin cloth stood around the pool with candles waiting to be lit once night settled properly.Beau stood in the middle of it all with both hands on her waist, directing the decorators with the seriousness of someone preparing for a royal banquet instead of a bridal shower.“No, no, the roses go beside the champagne tower, not behind it,” Beau complained, pointing toward the arrangement. “If people stand there to take pictures, the flowers won’t even show.”The event planner nodded quickly and signaled two workers to move the arrangement.Anne watched her with amusement. “You’re acting like your life depends on this.”“My life does depend on this,” Beau replied dramatically before turning back to the workers again. “And those balloon

“Do you, Alexander Hayes, take Beau Beauchamp to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, honor her, remain beside her in joy and hardship, for as long as you both shall live?”The makeshift priest looked overly proud of himself for someone who had apparently gotten ordained online three days ago.Alex grinned shamelessly beneath the soft lighting of the resort hall. “Absolutely.”Laughter spread warmly across the audience.The wedding hall looked almost dreamlike beneath the chandeliers and ivory drapery hanging from the ceiling beams. White roses and candles lined the aisle while sunlight filtered through the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the resort gardens.Beau stood at the altar looking like something painted by an artist obsessed with romance.Her gown wrapped around her body elegantly before falling into layers of soft fabric behind her, tiny crystals sewn into the dress catching light each time she moved. Her makeup was soft, emotions already visible in her glossy eye