**Cassandra POV**
It's been a few weeks since I was forced back to Marcus's mansion, and surprisingly, everything felt peaceful. True to his word, Marcus kept his distance, giving me the space I needed. Yet, there was a tension in my body that craved his touch. I felt a sense of loss whenever he was near, but I refused to admit that I wanted him.
I flopped back onto the bed, frustrated by my joblessness and restlessness. I refused to remain idle, so I got up and headed downstairs, determined to find something to occupy my time.
As I walked, my gaze landed on Damien, who was passing by. I called out to him without hesitation. Damien turned swiftly and approached me.
“Miss Cassandra, good morning,” he said, bowing his head respectfully.
“Good morning, Damien,” I said firmly. I took a mo
