All Chapters of When Love Finds Its Way Back : Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

The music continued. It was not loud or overwhelming. It was just enough to keep the rhythm of the room steady. People were still on the dance floor. They were still talking and moving through the evening as though nothing had changed. But something had.Cassienne Rhodes stepped away from the dance floor quietly. She did not draw attention to herself. She did not look back. She simply moved toward the side corridor that led to a more private section of the hall. She needed space. Not because she was overwhelmed. But because she needed control.Her steps were steady, but her thoughts were not. That was too close.She could still feel it. Dreston’s hand at her waist. The warmth. The familiarity she had tried so hard to suppress.She exhaled slowly. Focus. That was all she needed to do.Behind her, the room continued as though nothing had shifted. But not everyone had returned to their conversations.Some were watching. Among them was Tina Ackley. Her eyes followed Cassienne’s movement

Dreston leaned back against the sofa and closed his eyes for a brief moment. The exhaustion was clear on his face now. For days, he had forced himself to stay calm and follow a plan he already hated. But tonight had changed something inside him. Watching Cassienne almost fall because of Tina had shaken him badly. If he had reacted even a second later, she could have been hurt. Their baby could have been hurt. And he could not forgive himself for that. When he opened his eyes again, they settled completely on Cassienne Rhodes. “I cannot stay away from you anymore, Cass,” he admitted quietly. “It is torture.” Cassienne looked at him without interrupting. She could hear the sincerity in his voice. Dreston was not pretending now. He was too exhausted for that. “I am calling off the engagement,” he continued. “And I am announcing our marriage publicly. Whatever this costs us, we will face it together.” He paused briefly before adding, “I also got new information. Tina is not the real

“On your side, baby,” he said softly, helping her roll so she faced away from him. He spooned behind her, one arm sliding beneath her neck, the other wrapping around to cradle her belly. The position kept all pressure off her stomach while letting him press flush against her back. He notched the thick head of his cock at her entrance and pushed in with one long, careful glide. They both groaned. She was so wet, so hot, so tight around him that his vision blurred for a second. He stilled once he was buried to the hilt, letting her adjust, kissing the nape of her neck, her shoulder, the shell of her ear. “You feel like heaven,” he rasped. “Missed this. Missed you squeezing me like this.” He began to move—slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock against every sensitive inch inside her. Each thrust was measured, powerful but tender, the angle perfect for hitting that spot again and again. His hand slid down to circle her clit in lazy strokes, syncing with the rhythm of his hi

Across the city, inside her once-pristine penthouse, Tina Ackley sat alone on the cold marble floor of her living room. The space was in ruins—broken glass scattered like ice, a shattered vase against the far wall, overturned decorations, and cushions ripped open in a fit of rage. She had barely slept. Her makeup from the gala was still smeared beneath her eyes, dark streaks cutting through her pale cheeks. Her hair was a tangled mess from the countless times she had dragged her fingers through it in frustration. Everything had gone wrong. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the faces from the gala—the disgust, the judgment, the whispers slicing through the air like knives. “She tried to hurt Cassienne.” “She’s jealous.” “She’s obsessed.” Tina covered her ears, rocking slightly. “Stop it!” But the voices only grew louder inside her head. Her breathing turned ragged as fresh tears burned her eyes. Then, without warning, she screamed. The raw sound tore through the pen

The news reached Dreston Tremont less than ten minutes after the incident at Nerox Technology had begun. He had been in the middle of an important strategy meeting at Auralink Systems, surrounded by top executives and board members, when Steve quietly slipped into the sleek conference room and handed him a phone without a word. At first, Dreston didn’t understand the unusual tension etched across his assistant’s face. Then he glanced down at the screen and saw the livestream. His expression changed instantly. The entire room fell into a heavy silence. Every executive seated around the long, polished conference table watched as Dreston rose abruptly from his chair, the movement sharp and decisive. On the phone screen, Tina Ackley was visible outside Nerox headquarters, screaming Cassienne’s name at the top of her lungs while a swarm of reporters circled her like hungry vultures, microphones thrust forward and cameras flashing relentlessly. Dreston’s jaw tightened dangerously, a mu