บททั้งหมดของ My husband's twin, my ruin: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Cassie's POV I want to confront Mark so bad. I wish I could even drive back to confront him in the West Wing but our security team had intercepted my car at the gates.I clutched my leather handbag against my ribs, the weight of the Vanguard Tech lease contract burning through the leather like hot iron. "Sit down, Cassandra," David said the moment I pushed the double doors open.He didn't look up from his desk. The room was bathed in the harsh, sterile glow of three separate computer screens, casting sharp shadows over his tailored suit. Stacks of financial disclosures and legal folders covered the mahogany surface like a fortress."I don't want to sit, David," I said, my voice tight as I stopped at the edge of the rug. "Your lawyers said it was an emergency. What do you want?"David finally lifted his head. His eyes were completely hollow, bloodshot, but a cruel, triumphant smirk played on his lips. He slid a thick, white document across the desk, tapping his gold signet ring agai

Cassie's Pov "No, no, no," I choked out, my voice breaking into a terrified sob as I ran toward the building.The smell of burning paint and melting plastic cut through the rain filling my nose. The old wooden crate near the entrance was already black, charcoal embers glowing faintly against the wet concrete. Through the massive, rusted iron windows of my new design studio, thick gray smoke was pouring out into the night sky. The old electrical box by the garage door was throwing angry, violent blue sparks, the ancient wiring inside the walls hissing and crackling as a small fire licked the freshly painted white brick.My heart hammered against my ribs. I clutched my heavy fabric layouts against my chest, my feet skidding on the wet asphalt as I threw myself toward the half-open door. This was my refuge. The space I had spent the last twelve hours cleaning, trying to turn it into something that belonged entirely to me. I couldn't let it burn."Cassie! Stop!"A deafening, familiar

Cassie's POV.“Cassie,” He murmured, almost in a whisper. Slowly, his fingers traced the strap of the necklace. He stayed perfectly still, his eyes locked onto the delicate teardrop diamond resting against my palm. The sheer intensity on his face made my chest heave. It wasn't the arrogant, mocking expression he usually wore to torture my nerves. It was a raw, staggering look of profound shock—something deeply hidden and fiercely protective flaring to life behind his dark eyes."Where did you get this, Cassie?" he said finally. His voice had dropped, vibrating straight through the floorboards beneath my heels."It... it was in one of the wedding boxes," I stammered, frantically trying to pull my hand back from his grip. Hiis large frame was making my head spin, the familiar, addictive scent of his cologne overwhelming the luxury floral perfumes of the hotel. "David gave it to me years ago, when I was twenty. I lost it on a flight to Dubai, but someone found a replacement and sent

Cassie's POV.Behind us, the chaos of the luxury hotel ballroom was a fading memory, but the static tension vibrating between my body and Mark’s was louder than any orchestral waltz. My arms were locked around his hard, unyielding waist, my raw palms stinging as the acceleration forced me flush against his leather jacket. Every twist of his throttle felt like a declaration of war against the family empire we had just left in absolute ruins on national television.What have I done?The question clawed at my throat, suffocating me under the weight of the helmet. I had allowed David’s twin brother to march onto that stage, break my husband’s grip, and drag me out in front of every elite investor in the city. The memory of that wedding night and the midnight encounters—felt like it was bleeding into the open air. David wouldn't just be humiliated. He would be lethal.Suddenly, a harsh, violent glare of high-beam headlights flashed in the bike’s side mirrors, slicing through the midnight

Mark's Pov. The cabin smelled of the faint, sweet trace of her perfume.I pushed the heavy oak door shut against the howling mountain wind, locking it with a sharp, heavy click that resonated through the dark room.She was standing in the center of the wooden floor, her shoulders shivering beneath the soaked green satin of her evening gown. Her hair was drenched, dark strands plastered to her pale neck, and her hands were clutched tightly against her chest. She looked fragile, like a piece of fine porcelain caught in a rock slide, but her eyes were burning with a fierce, defiant fury when she turned to face me.“Mark?!”.Oh for fucks sake. She won't stop whining. “Fine. Cassie. What is it?”“You said your necklace.”“Did I?”“Yes, you did.”“I won't hear of it again.” The next thing was the sound of her scoff before she slumped on the chair. Well, she still thought the necklace was from David. Protecting her five-year-old illusion.I can only keep my mouth shut. I had to let her