Cassidy's POV “I’m a man, Mrs. Ashford,” he said, his voice low and resonant, each word measured like a warning. “And I can take care of your daughter very well.”The words hung in the air, laced with a double meaning that made my breath catch. On the surface, it was polite assurance—protective, even chivalrous. But the undercurrent? It was possessive, a subtle challenge that dared her to object. His eyes bored into hers, cold and piercing, reflecting the disgust he now harbored for her manipulations, her affairs, her betrayal of everyone around her. It was as if he were stripping away her facade with his gaze alone, exposing the schemer beneath. Mom paled visibly. Her hand trembled slightly as she set her glass down, the liquid sloshing. For the first time I could remember, she looked... scared. Not just unsettled—genuinely intimidated. Her usual poise cracked; her eyes widened fractionally, and she averted her gaze, fiddling with her napkin as if to compose herself. Dante’s demea
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