Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 476 The Devil

Oscar and Amelia enjoyed a night of passion, while Cassie woke up with a splitting headache in a hotel the next day. She held her head and groaned from her hangover.

“Awake?” A woman’s cold voice rang out in the room.

Startled, Cassie lifted her head and met the gaze of an unknown, expressionless woman. She croaked, “Who are you?”

Jean ignored her question and shot straight to the point. “That’s not important. If you’re clear-headed, I’m leaving.”

She was almost at the door when Cassie screeched, “Stay right where you are.”

Jean grimaced, having hoped that she could leave without fanfare. Still, considering Cassie’s friendship with Oscar and Amelia’s orders to look after Cassie, Jean could only swallow her indignation at dealing with the hungover woman’s rudeness.

“Yes?” Jean turned around.

“Who sent me here last night?” Cassie tapped her head, struggling to recall what had happened after her argument with Amelia. Despite her best efforts, nothing came to mind. It was as if her brain had stopped remembering anything at that exact moment.

“Boss and Mrs. Clinton sent you home after you drank yourself into oblivion. You looked even more pathetic than the homeless ruffians on the street,” Jean scoffed as her gaze roved over Cassie. “I have no idea what Boss saw in you in the first place. You’re way below Mrs. Clinton’s league. In fact, I’d venture to say you’re like a swan that regressed into an ugly duckling.”

Cassie’s face twisted with rage, and she threw a pillow at Jean, shrieking, “Get lost! Get out of my sight!”

Jean gladly left the massive presidential suite, leaving a stunned Cassie on the bed.

Her gaze was unfocused. She was seemingly lost in her thoughts.

scrambled off the bed and

over her pale face. A self-deprecating laugh bubbled out of her. No wonder she called me an ugly duckling. I’m giving those poor ducklings a run for their money. Her gaze traveled across the mirror as she took in her bloodshot eyes, dark eye circles, and pale lips. Stray freckles dotted her face, and there was a light smattering of bumps on her forehead. It was

wailed as she cupped her face, questioning her sanity in accosting Oscar in such

and despite her claims of hating Oscar and plans to sabotage Clinton Corporations with June, Cassie had never gotten over Oscar. She could never

can I look like this?” She could not come to terms with the fact

suddenly felt

back on my feet again. Oscar sent me here last night because he still cares about our old relationship. I’m sure he hasn’t gotten over me! I just need to return to my old, innocent self, and he’ll love me again. Yes, yes! That’s right! I’ll go home, eat a little, and put on some nice

by a sense of purpose, Cassie arranged for a hotel employee

applying her makeup meticulously, successfully covering the

scrutinized herself in the mirror, pleased with the results of her artfully applied makeup. Unfortunately, she could

the hotel. She ended the call, only to receive

you all night. Now be a good girl and come home. If you’re really into that stuff, I’ll get some for you. I just didn’t want you to

text. Her anger and hatred for June ballooned. I wouldn’t be

recalled how he had dragged her straight to hell to avenge his past humiliation at her hands. She

recovered the motivation and courage to pursue Oscar. She had had enough of escaping reality through all manners of shady pursuits. It was as though she had received an epiphany regarding her life and June’s intentions. She never hated June more than at that moment, and

phone began ringing with another call from

as Cassie answered the phone and yelled, “June! You’re despicable! I’ve wallowed under your control for years. Turning me into an alcoholic was one thing, but now you’re trying to groom me into becoming a drug

June asked, “Tell me where you are. I’ve

snarled. “Aren’t you just preening after causing my downfall? Well, you

“Honey, I know this is just the alcohol talking. I’m letting your harsh words slide since you’re just acting out in your hungover state. Come now, be a nice girl, and tell me where you are. I’ll fetch you right away. Don’t throw a tantrum.” He dropped his volume and

nerve, and Cassie exploded, “Keep my parents out of this! You pretentious *sshole! I’ve never met a

giving him a chance to

the living room like the perfect son-in-law.