Eros helped Cassandra out of the car, kissing the back of her palm as she took his hand. Some people were loitering outside, mostly bodyguards and security and a few bouncers who bowed their heads as Eros and Cassandra walked past them. The room was crawling with people of different calibre and classes. It was brightly lit with live piano music in the background, champagne, and appetisers served by waiters on trays.Everyone was busy chattering with one person or the other, but heads turned when Eros and Cassandra walked into the place. This was the first time Eros brought a woman to such an event, so everyone wanted to get a good look at Cassandra and know whose daughter she was. The girls in the room glared in disbelief as he walked with his fingers interlaced with Cassandra. The attention made Cassandra nervous, and when Eros noticed, he squeezed her hand.Cassandra really felt out of place in the room. This was not the kind of gathering she was used to, the calibre of peopl
"Are you alright, tesoro?"Eros' voice jerked Cassandra out of her thoughts. She looked up and smiled at him. "Oh, yes." Eros smiled at her and returned his gaze to the man he was conversing with. Cassandra looked at the screen of the phone again and reread the message. Hello, Cassie, how are you enjoying your ride with him? You are hurting me Cassie, but I promise to kill that man and get you out of there. I will fulfil that promise, so enjoy it while it lasts because you are still mine. Your Love, Apollo. She exhaled deeply and tears stung her eyes. What was wrong with him? How did he know her number? As she turned to tug Eros' arm, her phone rang, and the unknown number flashed on her screen. She stared at it for a while and looked at Eros, he seemed engrossed in the conversation, so she excused herself and headed to the restroom. Once she was there, she almost answe
Cassandra felt goosebumps blanketing her skin. She knew what Eros was capable of when he was angry. She knew he had never overcome his anger issues yet and the memories of the torture he mated out on her before flashed in her eyes. She wasn't ready to go through that pain anymore. Eros' jaw was so sharp that it could slice an apple in two. She became more scared when she saw the revolver lying casually on the surface beside his large arm. Was he going to shoot her again? Was Dimitra right about his rage knowing no one? Was it true he killed Elena?When she didn't answer, Eros reached for a glass, poured in tequila, and pushed it towards her. "Drink."She was confused. She has never been this scared of him, even when she was just his hostage. His calmness was frightening the shit out of her, and she felt fear rippling through her. Why was he offering her a glass of tequila? Does he want to get her drunk and kill her, so she won't put up a fight? When she didn't make a move to get th
The tension between Eros and Cassandra was not ignorable. Cassandra stayed with Grandma Adella, but she refused to tell the woman what went wrong, and Grandma Adella let her be. Eros too refused to speak to anyone about it, not even Javier. He was always by himself, either slugging down glasses of alcohol or staring at something on his phone. They remained like that until the morning of his birthday. Cassandra woke up that morning, with her mind made up. Eros made it clear that he didn't want to see her, and she respected that. She couldn't bare staying in the same house with him and not speaking with him. She didn't know what was going on in his mind and he was ignoring her. They had bumped into each other in the kitchen last night when she had gone to take water he had behaved as if she wasn't there. It hurt her even more than it would have hurt if he was punishing her. He wasn't punishing her; he wasn't ready to talk either and she was dying of heartbreak. She decided to stay for
It was a week now since Cassandra left Eros' mansion. She took up a waitress job at a restaurant and was working eagerly to meet up with the debt. She was happy to be out of the mansion, but when she was home alone, in her room, with her own thoughts, she thought about Eros so much, and it hurt her so much. She visited Apollo's parents once and discovered he had not come home. She explained everything that had happened to them, and they apologized. She was grateful that Eros was a changing man; if not, Apollo's parents would have been paying for his sins.Her father was very supportive of her. He was glad she left Eros, even though Cassandra refused to tell him what went wrong. She didn't like talking about it and wasn't sure she wanted to continue with Eros. He has done horrible things, and she didn't know if she wanted to return to his world. She looked up Elena's case on the internet; the girl was brutally murdered, stabbed severally in the stomach, and slit in the neck. She wa
"Cassie, serve the man sitting at the table by the window," Mrs. Agatha said, handing her a tray of noodles soup.Cassandra took the tray and headed to the table the woman had assigned her. She served the man and was about to return to the kitchen when she caught a familiar figure in her peripheral vision. She turned and saw Javier coming into the restaurant. He smiled when he saw her, and she returned the smile. Her eyes darted around the place to see if Eros was there, but she was disappointed. "Do you have some minutes?" Javier asked. She saw a bruise under his eyes and noticed his smile was not as bright as it used to be.Her brows creased. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" she asked, concerned. Javier nodded and sighed."Let's sit and talk for a while." Cassandra nodded and pointed him to a seat.A few minutes later, she was seated across from Javier, who kept staring at the table and the drink in front of him. She was confused and scared at the same time. What was wrong with
"Welcome, my dear," Marco said.Cassandra looked at the corner of the room and saw her father seated calmly on their battered sofa. A man with a gun stood beside him. Her eyes shifted back to Marco. Without being told, she knew why he was there, and she was ready for him, except she didn't like the fact that her father was involved."What do you want?" she asked, clutching her purse tight. Being in the same room with Marco, the douchebag, made her skin crawl with disgust and anxiety. She wasn't safe, and she didn't feel right."Such a rude way to welcome your visitor, tesoro," he said with a smirk.She didn't like the sound of tesoro in his mouth; it wasn't his to call. Her father stared at them in confusion. He must be wondering what was going on."How may I help you, Mr. Marco?" she asked, straightening her back. "Did Eros know you are here?" She purposely threw Eros' name around to remind Marco that Eros wouldn't spare him if he found him there.Marco smiled, catching the threat
Once Eros dropped Cassandra in the mansion, he jumped back into the car and headed for Marco. Even with all the tactics Cassandra devised to stop him from going, he didn’t yield this time. The bastard had beaten more than he could chew, and he was ready to end Marco’s bullshit.He turned off the engine once he was at the site and got out, taking in his surroundings. Marco was a sly bastard; he needed to ensure the whole place was secure. Not that they weren’t careful enough, there were men in the control room, watching every cranny around the warehouse, even the surroundings. If any danger were lurking, they would find out. He stalked into the warehouse where Javier and the others waited, blowing smoke from his fat cigar.Marco was strapped to a chair in the centre of the room. His face was bruised, and his head hung, he was so motionless that Eros thought he was already dead. There was a deep cut on his temple where a lone blood trekked down to his cheek, his lips were swollen, a