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.

Cassie scrambled off the bed and ran barefoot into the

began appraising herself in the mirror, gently running her hand 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

face, questioning her sanity in accosting Oscar in such a

despite her claims of hating Oscar and plans to sabotage Clinton Corporations with June, Cassie had never gotten over Oscar. She could never bring herself to execute their plans and had chosen to drown her sorrow

be me! How can I look like this?” She could not come to terms with the fact that Oscar had seen her in such an unkempt

felt like

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 makeup. Oscar loves a caring woman. I’ll be kind and caring toward him, and he’ll remember how nice I

arranged for

covering the dark eye

the results of her artfully applied makeup. Unfortunately, she could not do much about her

as she left the hotel. She ended the call, only to

 Honey, answer the phone. I got a fright when you disappeared last night. I’ve been searching for you all night. Now be a good girl and come home. If you’re really into that stuff, I’ll get some for

fumed at the contents of the text. Her anger and hatred for

hands. She had followed him to every unsavory establishment imaginable and had been encouraged to drown her sorrows in sex and booze. It had been the lowest point of

It was as though she had received an epiphany regarding her life and June’s intentions. She never hated June more than at that

began ringing with another call

under your control for years. Turning me into an alcoholic was one thing, but now you’re trying to groom me into becoming a

where you are. I’ve gone mad trying to find you the whole

Go to hell!” Cassie snarled. “Aren’t you just preening after causing my downfall? Well, you can leave Chanaea happy now! Get lost, and don’t ever come

acting out in your hungover state. Come now, be a nice girl,

parents out of this! You pretentious *sshole! I’ve never

giving

to her dismay, June was entertaining her mother in the living room like the perfect son-in-law.