Bound By A Broken Night
And just like that, their strange, calculated marriage continued—balanced between ambition, convenience, and a partnership neither of them had fully anticipated.
Night settled heavily over the suite.
Cassie sat at the small desk, the glow of her MacBook illuminating her face as her fingers moved steadily across the keyboard.
In the adjoining room, muffled sounds slipped through the wall—Zandrie, once again, busy in a very different way with a woman whose name Cassie neither knew nor cared to ask.
She barely registered it.
Until—
“Ah… shit.”
Her breath hitched as a sharp, searing pain tore through the pit of her belly, radiating outward like fire.
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