Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 94

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Chapter 94

“Ah–nothing,” she said quickly, forcing a small laugh. “Just… a funny memory crossed my mind.”

She lifted her glass to hide the tension in her face, hoping desperately that no one could hear the frantic pounding of her heart–or sense the silent battle unfolding beneath the table, where Ashton Pierce still had not let her go.

His hand remained on her leg, heavy and unmoving, and a flicker of unease slid down Cassie’s spine. Fear crept in–not of being seen, but of what he might do next.

She turned her head just enough to glare at him, a sharp, unmistakable warning in her eyes. Beneath the table, she dug her nails into his palm, a silent command for him to let go.

At last, he released her hand.

Relief barely had time to settle before it shattered.

To her utter aghast, his hand did not retreat. Instead, it stayed between her thighs, gripping the inside of her leg firmly–deliberate, possessive. Every subtle movement of his fingers sent a jolt through her, forcing her to inhale deeply, again and again, just to steady herself.

“You want more, babe?” Zandrie asked, lifting another slice of meat toward her.

The moment Ashton’s grip tightened, Cassie stiffened and immediately shook her head.

“I’m quite full now, Drie,” she replied smoothly, her voice light, almost cheerful. “I’ll just finish what’s left on my plate.”

She even smiled–charming, gracious–playing her role perfectly.

Zandrie nodded, unbothered.

Cassie knew then just how right he was.

Ashton Pierce was ridiculously easy to provoke.

And she had no intention of inviting trouble for herself–not here, not in front of everyone, and certainly not with the Knowles family watching her every move. Even now, Mirriam and Rima were glaring daggers at her, their resentment unmistakable as they took in how effortlessly she held the attention of two men.

And as if that weren’t enough, she still hadn’t faced the burning stare of her father–who had been seething ever since the announcement of the company’s renaming.

The dinner table glittered with luxury and smiles, but beneath it, Cassie was walking a very thin line with

Ashton.

And she knew–very clearly–that she could not afford to displease him at the moment.

“Here, try this.”

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Ashton turned toward her and lifted a piece of chicken to her lips.

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Cassie stiffened, eyes widening as she stared at him, momentarily at a loss for what to do. The movement was too intimate, too deliberate. Every gaze at the table shifted toward them. Even Zandrie arched a brow, his expression laced with quiet curiosity.

“Open,” Ashton said calmly.

Before she could protest, he pressed the meat lightly against her lips, leaving her no room to refuse without drawing attention. After a split second of hesitation, Cassie parted her lips and accepted the bite.

Ashton didn’t look away.

Under his intent gaze, she chewed slowly. The food was perfectly seasoned–flawless, even–but she gave no reaction, her face carefully schooled into neutrality.

“How was it?” Ashton asked, leaning closer, his voice lowered as if the question were meant only for her.

“Ahm… good. Delicious,” Cassie replied, forcing a smile that felt stiff and awkward beneath the collective scrutiny around the table.

Silence followed.

It was heavy, suffocating–everyone waiting, watching, anticipating what would come next. Even Jefferson Holt narrowed his eyes at Cassidy before shifting his attention to Ashton.

Then he spoke.

“Is CEO Ashton Pierce the man you slept with?” Jefferson asked bluntly. “Your sister’s boyfriend?”

Time seemed to suspend. Cassie went cold, her body locking in place.

The question stunned everyone at the table–Cassie most of all. Ashton paused mid–motion. Zandrie stiffened. Even Mirriam’s smug composure faltered for a brief second.

No one answered.

“Ex–boyfriend,” Ashton corrected calmly, as if clarifying a minor detail. He resumed eating, unfazed.

Then, without looking up, he added, “And yes. I’m the man Cassidy slept with six years ago.”

The words fell with unsettling casualness, as though they were discussing the texture of the dish rather than a scandal that had shattered lives.

“Six years ago…” Jefferson murmured, his tone contemplative.

“Yes,” Mirriam cut in sharply, a snicker curling her lips as she glanced at Cassie. “The time Dad

disowned her for her devilish scheme against me and Ashton.”

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