Chapter 2 (Revenge Doesn’t Knock)
349 Words
Naya didn’t go home that night.
She couldn’t.
Her apartment felt too small, too silent, too full of memories she suddenly hated.
Instead, she walked.
The city lights blurred as she moved without direction, anger slowly replacing heartbreak.
Cassian’s words replayed in her head again and again.
Nothing. Mistake. Used. Embarrassed.
Her fingers curled tightly.
“No,” she whispered. “You don’t get to do this to me.”
By midnight, she stopped at a bench and stared at her phone.
His message still glowed on the screen.
Come to the restaurant. I want to talk about our future.
Future.
It was all planned.
She exhaled slowly.
Then stood up.
If Cassian wanted to end things like that…
Then she would end him differently.
Naya knew where he lived.
Everyone did.
The Blackwood mansion was not just a home—it was a fortress surrounded by silence and power.
But she also knew something else.
A weak point.
A hidden garden entrance Cassian once showed her when he still pretended to care.
Now it would be useful.
Thirty minutes later, she stood outside the mansion gates.
Huge. Cold. Imposing.
Her heart was pounding, but she didn’t stop.
She climbed.
Scratched hands. Torn dress. Burning arms.
But she didn’t care.
She dropped into the garden silently.
The mansion stood ahead like a sleeping beast.
And she walked straight into it.
Inside, everything smelled expensive and cold.
She moved carefully through the halls.
Then she heard voices upstairs.
Cassian.
She followed.
The voice was different now.
Not casual.
Not arrogant.
Afraid.
“I said I’ll handle it,” Cassian’s voice said. “You didn’t need to come here.”
Another voice answered.
Calm. Cold.
“You handled nothing.”
Naya reached the door.
It was slightly open.
She pushed it gently.
And froze.
Cassian was on his knees.
Tied.
Bruised.
A masked man stood over him with a gun.
Cassian looked up.
And saw her.
His eyes widened.
“Run—” he started.
But the masked man turned.
“A witness.”
The gun lifted.
Naya’s body locked.
BANG.
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