Cassandra POV
“Lauren!” I called out sharply, rushing toward her, but Marcus's men blocked my path.
“Relax, Cassandra. I haven't killed her yet. You asked me to do my worst, and I simply gave her a little scratch,” Marcus replied casually as he approached me.
I instinctively took a step back, unsettled by his demeanor. It was clear that Marcus wasn’t going to let me go. No matter how hard I tried to escape, he always found a way to pull me back into his grasp. The truth was finally sinking in: the man I believed loved me was nothing more than an arranged boyfriend, a pawn in Marcus's game. Derek’s reluctance to touch me made sense now; he knew I belonged to Marcus all along. I had been a fool, but that ends here.
“Let her go. I’ll come with you, but you have to promise not to hurt L
