Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 35

The Man Novel 35

“Once the CCTV footage inside this room is retrieved,” Cassie said evenly, “those who perpetrated this crime will answer to the authorities.”

The color drained from the two women’s faces. Their mouths parted, words failing them as terror sank in too quickly to disguise. The realization did not stop with them–it rippled outward, striking the two brothers just as hard.

Jameson found himself staring at the woman he had dismissed from the very beginning.

The wife his playboy brother had married. The plain housewife he had mocked without restraint. The same woman their father had defended without hesitation.

Understanding dawned–slow, crushing, and irreversible.

She was not an ordinary housewife. She was not even an ordinary woman. She was anything but ordinary.

“She owns this hotel?” Jeff leaned in and whispered, disbelief tightening his voice.

Jameson didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

Zandrie, however, heard him–and almost laughed to himself. If only they knew what else Cassidy owned, he thought grimly. They wouldn’t even know where to begin.

“No one has the right to tarnish the reputation of C&M Hotel,” Cassie continued, her voice sinking into something lethally calm.

“And anyone who tries will pay dearly.”

Her expression hardened–cold, merciless, final.

“Mr. Sarmiento,” she said without turning away from the trembling women, “retrieve all CCTV footage immediately.”

“Yes, Madame,” the manager replied at once, obedience sharp in his tone.

“Madame-!”

One of the women suddenly lunged forward, dropping to her knees and clutching Cassie’s leg, desperation stripping away any remaining pretense. It was as though she feared Cassie would vanish the moment she let go.

“Please–we won’t file a complaint anymore,” she sobbed.

“Mr. Russ and Mr. Corell were drunk. They didn’t know what they were doing!”

Her companion nodded frantically beside her, echoing every word.

“We’ll leave quietly,” the woman rushed on.

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“We’ll tell the media they misunderstood everything that it was nothing. Please.”

They rose shakily, smoothing their clothes, forcing brittle smiles through the fear clawing at their faces.

“See?” the other woman said weakly. “We’re fine. They didn’t mean to hurt us.”

Cassie watched them in silence. Then she spoke.

“I’m afraid I can’t allow that,” she said calmly.

“Not as though nothing happened.” Her gaze sharpened, cutting cleanly through their pleas.

“This is a serious crime,” Cassie continued, her voice steady and unyielding.

“And someone will answer for it.”

The room fell into stunned, suffocating silence.

“Please, Madame–spare us,” one of the women cried as both of them dropped to their knees again, this time without theatrics.

“We never intended to hurt anyone.”

“We–we just needed money,” the woman confessed, her voice breaking.

“We planned to ask for compensation, nothing more. We didn’t want trouble–please. We won’t do this again.”

Her trembling now was real, raw fear replacing any earlier performance.

“We’ll do anything,” her companion added desperately.

“Please don’t turn us over to the authorities. It would ruin us. We just got our jobs–the salary is still weeks away. We were desperate. We thought we could earn extra cash.”

The words spilled faster now, unfiltered.

“We saw Mr. Russ and Mr. Corell at the bar downstairs,” the woman continued, barely daring to look up.

“They’re wealthy. Known bachelors. We knew their reputation–how they play around with random women. So we took the chance.”

Her shoulders shook.

“We hurt ourselves to make it look convincing,” she admitted.

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