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"After a comprehensive review of all submitted proposals and the final presentations, Caldwell Construction has reached a unanimous decision regarding the interior manufacturing contract for the Horizon District Redevelopment Project.” The announcer’s voice echoed through the grand ballroom, instantly silencing the quiet conversations among the representatives seated below the stage. Cassandra’s fingers tightened around the champagne glass in her hand, the other hand slowly massaging her temple nervously. She needed this win. Cassandra hadn't slept for three nights. Failure simply wasn't an option. “It is my pleasure to announce that the Horizon District Redevelopment interior manufacturing contract has been awarded to Hart Interiors.” The audience exploded in applause and cheers. Cassandra’s tired brown eyes widened, a rare smile crossing her lips as she got on her feet. A wave of dizziness hit her briefly, but as the representative of the Hart group, she couldn't mess thin

Cassandra swallowed, her fingers fidgeted against each other under the table. That reaction…it meant something, right? They wouldn't just agree to cut ties with her over this, right? She bit her lip, watching as Evelyn scrambled to get the paper from Bernard and read through it. “Cassandra, What's the meaning of this?” Evelyn’s eyes snapped to her as she shot to her feet. “You want to cut ties? Have you lost your mind?” Cassandra’s throat moved as she sat up, trying to keep her voice as firm as possible, “If you are going to force me to give up my body to have a child, I should get something in return, right?” “Didn't your father agree to give you ten percent shares? Isn't that enough?” Evelyn complained bitterly. Cassandra let out a dry chuckle, “Giving me shares is further tying me down to the company and that's not exactly for me.” “You both might not usually give me due credit, but I know I am an asset to Hart Interiors.” She started firmly. For the first time, Cassandra w

“Urg…oh yeah…” Soft moans echoed through the car as Clara rocked the man beneath her at the back seat of her car, her hips swaying back and forth with pleasure. “Oh, Liam, oh yeah…” she moaned louder, her finger digging into his chest while the hand feasted into his dark hair. Liam cupped her boobs underneath her dress, his eyes rolling back with intense pleasure. Buzz. Her phone buzzed once at the front passenger seat, but that wasn't enough to stop the intense desire coursing through her soul. Buzz. The sound came again. Liam hissed, his grip tightening around her waist as he rammed harder into her. Clara moaned louder, until the ringing of her phone finally disrupted the moment. “Fir fuck’s sake, who is that?” She cussed as she leaned back to grab the phone. Their body was still intertwined, Liam's finger tracing her skin, until she saw the caller. Her eyes widened, quickly scrambling off Liam into the seat next to him.“Oh, fuck! I was just about to…” “Shh! It’s my hu

TWO WEEKS LATER Cassandra walked into Dr. Ethan’s office and froze. Sitting beside Clara across from Dr. Ethan was Dante. Only then did she remember she had never replied to that text he had sent. She hadn't known what to write and had ended up just forgetting about it altogether especially since her routine had completely changed. For the past two weeks, her life had revolved around hospital appointments, medication, injections, and strict instructions from the fertility specialist. It was easy to forget about everything else. “Hi, Cassandra.” Dante greeted, quickly standing from his chair to let her seat. Cassandra swallowed hard, pushing the awkwardness behind her as she sat up. “Hi, sis. You’re finally here.” Clara said cheerfully, eyes beaming as she leaned closer to her, “Dr. Ethan was just briefing us about how the embryo transfer works.” Cassandra forced a smile and faced forward, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. Dante stood behind the ladies as the

SEVEN DAYS LATERCassandra dropped a single piece of flower on the grave slab and stared blankly at the tombstone for a while. Nathan Smith. 19/05/2023. He was her ex-husband, but somehow, staring at his grave didn't stir any emotions.Except maybe…pain.It felt like she was staring at a stranger, except he wasn't. At least not completely. Cassandra had only seen him conscious once. The day her parents forced her to give up her engagement to him to Clara. Her grandma had prepared it for her, but her parents decided Clara was a better suitor…until he had an accident. The next time she saw him again, he was lying motionless on the bed with tubes helping him to breath. That day, she had just become his bride. “Cassie, dear.” Mrs. Smith’s voice came from behind her as she halted just beside Cassandra. Behind them a few relatives who had come to pay their respects were already walking out of the gates of the cemetery, escorted by Mr. Smith. “Thanks for coming, really.” Mrs. Smith