Part 4

"Hey, what are you standing there for? Come on in! You're the lady boss here!" Charles gave orders to Cassandra, who was still looking at the mansion.

'It's so big, it's probably ten times the size of the Miller family mansion,' Cassandra thought as she did not move from where she was standing.

"Is this where you live?" asked an astonished Cassandra.

Charles smiled slightly, "Do you think I'm free to come in and out and they welcome me if this isn't my home?"

"Huh! First the luxury car escort, then the jet plane and now the mansion and dozens of servants, after this what else do you want to show off to me?" asked Cassandra while stomping her feet.

Charles smiled slightly. "Hmm, it looks like I'll take you to my office tomorrow, and you can see what my company is like." Charles paused momentarily and turned to Cassandra with a serious look. And tomorrow you can decide that your husband is much better than that man at your parent's house!"

"Nggg." Cassandra was silent. Even though she was married to Charles Parker now, she still couldn't forget Jordan. Moreover, she felt guilty for her fiancé and embarrassed her family.

"Madam, welcome to the Parker family mansion. Introduce me Isaac Robert, the butler here." A middle-aged man suddenly came over and greeted Cassandra.

Cassandra just nodded back; she looked awkward in her new environment. Charles immediately instructed all the workers in his house to serve Cassandra and honor her as Charles' wife.

"Let me show you where your bedroom is!" Charles immediately took Cassandra by hand and led her to the sect master suite on the second floorThis is your bedroom," Charles said as he pressed the golden door handle. He showed Cassandra around and amazed her even more. 

"This is not all. There's more to see!" Charles took Cassandra straight to the walk-in closet and showed her a variety of luxurious women's fashion products, from head to toe, by famous designers.

"Wow. Charles, this is beautiful. Did this belong to your mother or sister?" Cassandra asked.

"My Mom passed away from liver disease, exactly two years after my father died in an accident and I was an only child." Charles spoke with a trembling voice.

"Sorry, I didn't know. My mom also died when I was ten years old. Then my father remarried Megan who was carrying Vivian at the time. I thought I would have an evil stepmother like in fairy tales, but they weren't like that. I got the same love from Megan, and wasn't lonely anymore because of Vivian. But I let them down by ending up like this."

Cassandra looked down as she said this, and her eyes began to water. Charles, who was beside her, immediately held her hand tightly. "Are you sad to lose them?"

Cassandra nodded.

But Charles smiled slightly as if laughing at Cassandra and then snorted in annoyance. "Will they be sad to lose you, or maybe they planned this all along?" 

Cassandra glared at Charles; by this time, her breathing was ragged. "What do you mean? How could they have planned this? They are my family, and Jordan is my fiancé. I was the one who betrayed them by acting wild at the party that night until I slept with you and we got married."

"And you regret that?" 

"Yes. I really regret coming to the party and playing the games at the party, and what I regret the most is that I married you!" Cassandra then glanced at her finger and started to remove the ring from her finger and throw it on the floor.

Cassandra's breathing was still up and down with emotion, unlike Charles, who was still calm. The young man immediately approached Cassandra and tightly held her arms while smiling faintly. "Are you sure you regret marrying me? What if you need me?"

Cassandra looked away, "Need you? Never!"

"Hmm, are you sure about that? What if I reveal a fact to you? Wouldn't you change your mind?" asked Charles, whispering in Cassandra's ear and giving the girl an amused shiver.

"Huh! In fact, you are the one who intends to influence me. It's possible that you're a rich man who has a crazy obsession with a woman," Cassandra sneered.

Charles chuckled mockingly at Cassandra. "Then what about your fiancé and stepsister who weren't around when you were so drunk, until you met me? Don't you think that this was all their plan?"

"They couldn't have done that!" protested Cassandra.

"Cassandra, my wife, you are too innocent. Do you remember when they told your father that you got drunk and met a random guy and made out? If they can say that, it means they were there when you were drunk, but why didn't they help you? They should have helped you get out of the club and taken you home, but according to your statement they left you. Even when I met you, you were dancing and drinking alone. Don't you see this reality, Cassandra? Are you so blind to the falsehoods your half-sister and fiancé are making? I even caught the two of them glancing at each other and smiling while you were receiving your father's wrath. Don't you realize this?" This time, Charles spoke in a high tone.

Cassandra fell silent, slumping back in the chair, her knees weak. Charles' words had shaken her mind, more or less.

Charles let Cassandra stay and think about what he had said. A few seconds later, his assistant called to inform him ab, who told the family in Cassandra's hometown.

"Oh, did you record it? Great!" Charles exclaimed in response to his assistant's call.

Charles immediately pulled Cassandra's hand again and invited her to watch TV on the side of the main room. "You have to see this to realize everything!" 

Charles immediately turned on the television and asked Cassandra to watch clearly. Her father was holding a press conference with Vivian and Jordan.

"That's right, currently my only daughter is Vivian, and she is the one who will inherit and manage Summer Breeze resort and spa. My other daughter left because she felt she was not capable of managing this hotel so she voluntarily gave it to Vivian to manage with Jordan Wright," Geoffry began.

At that moment, the reporters questioned Cassandra's whereabouts. At that moment, Vivian suddenly burst into tears and said that she was very sad about Cassandra's condition, who was now so sick that she couldn't even get out of bed.

"I don't know how to say this. But now my sister is lying sick, even according to the doctor, she won't live long," Vivian said while sobbing.

"What did they say? I'm still healthy here," Cassandra muttered as she continued to watch the broadcast. What astonished her was the position of Vivian's hand, which was not separated from Jordan's, which was not like a friend's.

Suddenly, Cassandra remembered what Charles said a a few minutes ago. 'Is this what he meant by seeing the fact?'

"Now are you still not thinking about the truth? Think about it, if you were seriously ill, they shouldn't have held a press conference to announce who would take care of the hotel," Charles said.

"The hotel was Grandpa's, and it was passed down to Mom. Why should Vivian take care of it? She's not related to me," said Cassandra as she clenched her fists, and her eyes stared straight ahead.

"So?" asked Charles coldly.

"I can't allow this. Their decision is invalid! And Jordan, he's never looked at me and been that gentle, but at Vivian ...." Cassandra stopped her sentence, and her breathing raced up and down. "Arrgh!" shouted Cassandra in annoyance.