Chapter 185

Monica was seething-furious and bitter. She had it all now: success, money, a reputation. She didn't need to lower herself anymore, no more fake smiles or drinking with sleazy old guys just to climb higher. Never again. Then she met Cassian. It was purely work-related, but the moment she saw him, it was like lightning-bam, she was hooked. The kind of man that didn't even look real: dangerously handsome, filthy rich, and that sharp, aloof vibe about him? He was every cliché rolled into one, but she didn't care. Her heart, which had been numb for so long, suddenly remembered how to beat again. Married or not, if she wanted him, she was going to take him. But the way he brushed her off just now wasn't rejection-it was a slap in the face. Cold to the bone, like he couldn't even be bothered to pretend. What hurt more wasn't the insult-it was how her tongue froze up whenever she looked at his face. She just couldn't curse at him, no matter how badly she wanted to. Cassian didn't say a word.