The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 28

**Chapter 28**

Cassian

Gemma’s light-green eyes widen, shimmering with surprise and a hint of panic. “No! That’s not what I meant!” Her voice trembles slightly, and I can see the urgency in her expression, a desperate plea for understanding.

Even in this moment of tension, it takes every ounce of restraint within me not to reach out, to let my fingers weave through the silky strands of her fiery red hair, and pull her close enough for a kiss. The memory of her lips against mine is intoxicating, and it has been far too long since I savored that sweetness.

I can vividly recall the way she felt beneath me, her body trembling with need, her voice a soft whisper of desperation, begging for more. The thought of experiencing that again sends a thrill through me. I yearn to discover how she might change, to see if her desires deepen with time and experience.

Just the mere sight of her ignites a fire within me, a craving so intense that it clouds my judgment. I can only imagine how much more powerful it would be if she actively pursued me. The very thought sends a shiver down my spine, both thrilling and terrifying.

But I know this desperation is dangerous; it’s a weakness. A vulnerability that my enemies could exploit without a second thought. I am Cassian Blackwell, a man who carries the weight of countless lives and fortunes on his shoulders. I cannot afford to show any sign of weakness, not now, not ever.

“That’s not what I think at all, or what I said!” Gemma insists, her voice rising slightly as I pull back from her. “I’ve always known how powerful you are. I meant—”

I abruptly turn away, shaking my head as if to dispel the turmoil brewing within me. The reality of my intense desire for her clashes violently with the implications of her words.

What if she meant that staying married to me could endanger her life? What if I truly couldn’t protect her from the darkness that surrounds us?

In an attempt to steer the conversation away from these unsettling thoughts, I declare, “If this marriage ends, you aren’t getting a penny from me.” I expect that to settle the matter. After all, isn’t wealth the very reason she entered into this marriage to begin with?

“I don’t care! I just want Seaside Manor,” she retorts stubbornly, her voice firm and unwavering.

My jaw clenches in disbelief. How can she be so resolute? I struggle to comprehend her intent, even as a nagging suspicion lingers in the back of my mind.

Life in the underworld has taught me one undeniable truth: everyone is playing a game, and trust is a rare commodity. Family is the only refuge, but even then, the bonds can fray.

If Gemma were to divorce me and walk away without seeking to claim what she could, what would that say about her motives from the start?

A whisper in my mind suggests an unsettling possibility. What if her intentions were never duplicitous? The notion unsettles me deeply, shaking the very foundation of everything I believed about our relationship.

The realization of my growing desire for her—her body, her laughter, her companionship—sends me spiraling. It’s overwhelming, and I need to regain control.

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