nd or an eternity. Then, a rift appeared, like a door being pushed open in the distanc

e depths of her soul. Seawater filled her lungs, the heavy

I will not let this go a

ir, ignited something. A strong and prim

her limbs clumsy and unfamiliar, despe

rabbed her wrist. The hand was incredibly st

The night wind was biting, its icy chill striking her wet skin with a powerfu

chaos, deep and co

ace was reflected before her. It was a face with sharp features, a cold beauty-a well-defined jawline, high ch

like a sack of flour. She lay there, trembling and gasping for breath, trying to make sense of it all. This wasn'

ore slender. The hands she used to support

ent-a girl named Cassandra. Cassie. The unwanted daughter of the Laurent family. A soc

bed, placing a sapphire necklace in the hand of a young girl. "Keep it safe, C

peared. Ashley took it

slightly bitter drink. Melissa whispered in her ear, "Tonight you'll make Mr. Cohen very happy. He's your only way

leaped from the yacht into the cold, dark waters. She swam

reborn afte

ocean. It was an unnatural burning feeling that stung her skin, making her nerve

ppearing imposing and intimidating. He exuded a clean, refreshing aura, like a blend of cool air and fine linen, d

draped a thick blanket over her shoulders. He leaned c

nformation. "...Cassandra Laurent...The

red at her savior's cold yet handsome face. He was no ordinary savior-she had seen

n Bla

now turned icy and chilling. He no longer saw her

nger under her control; instead, she craved to be near him, to feel the coolness e

to salvage a semblance of dignity. But her legs went weak,

ch exploded like an electric current. A pure, unadulterated pleasure coursed through her body lik

abbing a life raft, her fingers digging deep

ion-disgust, or confusion?-passed across his face,

ouldn't obey. The world spun, a chaotic mess, borrowed memories

ed has pa

a Laurent, and she has fal