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The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died. "It's nothing, Hannah," Caitlyn answered and sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her palm. "I'm fine," She said and managed to force a smile. "Are you sure?" She asked out of pure concern. "Yes, Hannah. Thank you. What brings you here?" The lady sighed and stretched a file to her. "Mr. Bernard asked me to give this to you to review after typing." "Oh, the CARIA case?" She asked, taking the file from her.

I stop struggling instantly, my body going completely limp in the intruder's grasp. “Cassian, what the hell?” I choke out. The grip around my chest loosens immediately and the bag is ripped off my head. I blink rapidly gasping for breath as I whirl around to face my attacker. Cassian is standing right there with a huge, amused grin etched onto his face. He is wearing a dark hoodie, so unbothered by the fact that he just tried to abduct or kill me in the middle of the woods. “Hello, Rhettie,” he says sweetly.

Cassie was blue. He had been emailing back and forth with Cassie Smith, the goddamn PR account manager, for months. He had been losing his mind since he couldn't find her even though she had been there the entire time. Fuck. Would only he had known her name. However, wasn't that the purpose of that evening? Because his filthy stepbrother had hurt her, she had wanted to bury herself in anonymous sex. What a mess, by God. Before things became more difficult, he ought to have left at this point.

CHAPTER 24 Cassandra sat at her desk, her fingers flipping through a stack of files, her focus fixed on a chilling case: the death of Michael Foster. The more she read, the clearer the connection became between the case and Antonio Franches, her contract husband. Her brow furrowed as she jotted down key points, trying to piece together how Foster’s mysterious death might tie into Antonio’s vast empire. The air around her felt heavy, charged with both curiosity and unease.

“You look like someone planning a heist.” “I look like someone in pajamas in public,” she muttered, sinking lower. “Please tell me you have sunglasses I can borrow.” He didn’t, but he smirked anyway. “You really think they’d recognize you like this?” She shot him a look. “You don’t understand. They’d love to recognize me. Misty lives for moments like this.” “Who’s Misty?” “My step-sister,” Cassie said bitterly. “And the woman my husband cheated on me with.”

Cassian didn’t seem bothered and simply tightened his arms around me before resting his chin on my shoulder so he could comfortably place hickeys on my neck “I missed her.” “You slept beside her,” Declan pointed out to which Cassian shrugged. “Yeah… I still missed her.” “Speaking of you two…” Nico suddenly pulled out his phone, interrupting their near banter. He then turned the screen toward us. “You guys are trending again.” My smile disappeared as my heart skipped a beat. He scrolled through his phone. “Hashtag CaptainRed is just every fucking where.” He added before the fear of what they were saying could settle in my heart.

She has never looked more beautiful. “Why are you up so early?” Cassie asks. “I wanted to see the prettiest girl in the world before I went to class this morning.” I lean down and brush back her hair with my fingers to place a soft kiss on her hairline. When step back her cheeks are red and she’s trying to hide a smile.

Cassie called out from her room. I looked at the coffee machine before I headed to Cassie's room, finding her perched on the edge of her bed staring at her laptop screen. “What's up?” I asked, sitting beside her. She turned the screen to face me, and I could see the shipping database for our app. “Why would someone order twenty cattle tazers and three hundred dog muzzles?” concern tainting her voice. I scanned the page, pulling up the buyer's details. “J.M. Castle. Let's see if he's ever bought anything else.”

“So who? Who is it if not Drex?” Her eyes squeezed shut, and when she didn't answer, I spoke in a more sharp voice. “Whose child is in you?” “J-Jack.” “Jack!” I sucked in a breath, and lowered my voice when I continued. “The assassin? Cassie, you spread your legs for a wanted criminal?”

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.