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Cassian came home early, the paperwork completed and all signatures in place. It was finally time to leave for London tomorrow. As he flipped through channels on the TV, Hailey entered the hall with a thoughtful expression."Cassian, since we're leaving tomorrow, can I go to the mall today? I was thinking of buying some gifts for everyone," Hailey asked excitedly.Cassian glanced at the time, noticing it was already 4 in the afternoon. After a moment of consideration, he smiled and said, "Sure, I'm free too, so I'll come with you.""Okie! I'll be ready in a while," Hailey replied cheerfully before hurrying off to change. Cassian headed to the bedroom as well, slipping into something casual—a hoodie and jeans.Once both were ready, they left for the mall, chatting lightly during the ride. What they didn't know was that Maxwell owned the mall. As they entered, Maxwell's men recognized them immediately and reported their arrival to him. Maxwell had now

"Theodore, any positive response?" Adelyn's voice trembled with worry as she looked at her husband. Theo, who had just finished making several calls, shook his head in frustration and threw his phone onto the bed."We are powerful, Theodore. Why can't we do anything?" Adelyn's voice cracked as tears welled up in her eyes. Her heart ached thinking about their son and Hailey, both in danger and yet they felt paralyzed, unable to act.Theo's jaw tightened as he met her gaze. "Because, Adelyn," he began, his voice heavy with the weight of the truth, "when we talk about Cassian Holt, the world only sees a businessman. He doesn't have the power to attack or confront someone like the Mayor or his family—at least, not as Cassian Holt."Adelyn's tears spilled over, but Theo continued, his tone darkening with every word. "The real power lies with the King of Shadows. He's the one who rules the underworld. But for Cassian to intervene as the King of Shadows, would me

Mayor's Residence:-Maxwell lounged comfortably in his plush chair, the early morning news playing on the screen before him. It was 6 a.m., and he savored his drink with a smug grin as the footage from his mall aired. The clip showed Cassian landing a brutal punch to his face—a clip Maxwell had deliberately leaked to the media."Now you're finished," Maxwell muttered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Attacking the Mayor's son won't just ruin you, but your entire empire."His father, the Mayor, sat beside him, a snicker escaping his lips."What's his name again?" the Mayor asked casually, eyeing the screen."Cassian Holt," Maxwell replied, still fixated on the news."The CEO of Holt Group of Companies?" the Mayor raised a brow, leaning forward."Yes," Maxwell confirmed."They're powerful, but they're not on our level," the Mayor chuckled darkly, followed by Maxwell's malicious laughter.Maxwell stood up, finishing his drink. "I'm heading out. Your future daughter-in-law must be wa

Cassian strode into the hall with a cold, deadly calm, not sparing a glance at anyone. His eyes found Caleb, and without a word, he gently handed Hailey over, her limp body nestled against him. "Take her to the hospital," he commanded, his voice thick with restrained fury. Hailey, overcome by the agony and exhaustion, had passed out in his arms.Caleb's heart clenched at the sight of her. Tears welled up, but he fought them back. Carefully, he took her from Cassian, holding her as if she might shatter. Without wasting another moment, Caleb left with her, his steps heavy with urgency and sorrow.As Alex's gaze fell on his sister's battered form, his rage ignited like wildfire. His vision blurred with fury as he stormed toward Maxwell, landing a bone-crushing punch to his face. Maxwell reeled back, blood pouring from his nose, but before he could react, Alex threw another punch, harder, more vicious. The sound of a cracking bone echoed through the hall.Cassian sl

Hailey sat in the room, her back resting against the bedpost, gazing out of the window. Two days had passed since they had returned to London, and though the pain had lessened, the scars and bruises would take much longer to heal. The quiet moments they stretched on, were filled only by the soft hum of the city beyond the window.Cassian had left earlier for an important meeting. His head wound was healing, though the bandage would remain for at least ten more days. He hadn't spoken much to her about what had happened. No one had. Not Cassian, not the family members who visited her periodically to check on her. The silence around the events loomed heavily between them, but it was almost a relief. She didn't want to talk about Maxwell—she couldn't bear the thought of it. Just the memory of his filthy lips on hers made her skin crawl even now. She could still feel it as if his presence lingered like a shadow she couldn't escape.Taking a deep breath, Hailey glanced