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Chapter 346: Man Fight
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2025-07-13 16:40:12Chapter 346: Man Fight
Dillon’s POV
He had a lot of balls, showing up at my place like that. Did he think I was a fucking idiot? Cassandra had gone out with Stella, claiming that she needed to get out for a bit. She wasn’t very happy about my ultimatum. I knew she wouldn’t be.
But I had to put my foot down.
I’d had enough.
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Cassandra’s POV Mother? So this was Blaire’s son I realized. I found that strange since he looked NOTHING like Blaire. Blaire was light, with platinum blonde hair that was so blonde, it was almost white. Her eyes were a deep green. She was light; this man was dark. But Blaire laughed at his comment. “Cassandra, Jordyn, this Sebastian, my son.” His eyes were still locked on me. He nodded. “Pleasure,” he said. Then he picked up his wine glass and took a swig. He placed it back down and made a sweeping motion with his hand. “Welcome to….all this.” “They’ll be joining us tomorrow night for the Masquerade Ball,” Blaire continued as the waiters set down another course. Filet mignon with a side of asparagus. “Lucky them,” Sebastion said sarcastically. “Come now, love,” Blaire said, her voice light. “You used to love the masquerade ball.” “Love is fleeting,” he replied, turning his eyes to Blai
Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire Chapter 373: Sebastian
Cassandra’s POV An hour later, we were seated at a formal dining table with more waiters attending to us than a full out gala. Jordyn and I had been given the grand tour of the palace, or well, part of it. The important parts, according to Blaire. We’d seen the rest tomorrow. Then we’d been sent to our separate rooms to dress for dinner. I’d chosen a long, floor length gown and Jordyn had chosen a crisp, black suit. We both looked quite dapper, if I did say so myself. Rhett had escorted us to the dining hall, which was bigger than our entire new office back home. Everything about the palace felt larger than life, and I had to literally stop myself from walking around with my mouth hanging wide open in awe. Jordyn had laughed several times at the Blaire’s strange way of speaking. She’d called me a sun-kissed daisy in the rain, whatever that meant. But I told Jordyn he’d get used to it. It’s just the way Blaire was. And sure enough, but by the
Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire Chapter 372: The Palace
Cassandra’s POV “Come on. What else do we have going on? It’s a palace!” I’d hung up with Blaire Montgomery, who had learned that I was in Paris and called me immediately. It hadn’t even occurred to me to call her to tell her that I’d be in town. Of course, she insisted that we both come and visit her. She was sending a car for us first thing tomorrow morning. All I had to do was text her the address of my villa. I told her we could only stay a couple of nights. She’d said it was better than nothing. Jordyn was hesitant though. “You barely know her,” he said. “And now you want to get in a car with some stranger and go god knows where?” “I do know her,” I protested. “She’s a client and a friend. I had lunch with her a while back in the city when she was there for some sort of gala. She’s a riot, really. A wonderful person. And she’s a dutchess. She’s legit royalty, Jordyn. Stop making it sound like she’s some sort of mu
Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire Chapter 371: Paris Cassandra
Cassandra’s POV I felt positively giddy when we left the store front. “Let’s go shopping,” I said, taking Jordyn’s hand. I’d been a billionaire for a few months now, but I hadn’t really bought anything significant. What did I need to buy? Stanley had left me his estate and a yacht. I’d bought some new furniture for the estate, and some clothes, but other than that, my money had pretty much sat in the bank. I didn’t realize how good it felt to spend a shit ton of money. The realtor said she would reach out to the client to see if they were willing to sell. “Make them an offer they can’t refuse,” I said flippantly. “And call me as soon as you have.” Then we shook hands and Jordyn and I left. “Cassandra,” Jordyn said. “I’m not sure you need to BUY the place. I mean, what if it doesn’t work out or…” “Then I’ll own a beautiful store in the most beautiful city in the world and I’ll find somet
Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire Chapter 370: Mona Lisa
Cassandra’s POV “I don’t get it,” I said, my head tilted to the side. We were in the Louvre staring at the Mona Lisa. The iconic painting was a lot smaller than I thought it would be. It looked far less imposing than I’d imagined. “Don’t get what?” Jordyn asked. “I guess I don’t get why this painting is so famous,” I said. “I mean, the woman’s kinda ugly. Don’t you think?” “It has something to do with her smile,” Jordyn said, leaning in close and dropping his voice to a whisper. “No one knows what she’s smiling at. It’s like she has a secret.” I stared at the painting again, but I just didn’t see it. Needless to say, of all the famous paintings we’d seen that day, the Mona Lisa was NOT one of my favorites. We left the ugly lady painting and strolled off to look at some more art. But I glanced at my watch as we passed some paintings by an artist I’d never heard of. To my surprise, our realtor had c
Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire Chapter 369: Parisian Air
Cassandra’s POV Two days into our Paris adventure, and I was smitten with the city. It felt like everywhere I turned, there was a new surprise. Including my amazing villa! Jordyn and I decided to stay at the villa because why not? And the moment I saw it, I was happy we had. It was…Parisian at its finest, with beautiful architecture, a sitting parlour, and five stunning bedrooms. It was right in the heart of the city too and – get this – it had a view of the Eiffel tower. Jordyn and I sat out on the balcony our first night there and marveled at lights of the tower. It lit up at night, something I hadn’t known about, and it looked positively magical. I couldn’t get enough of everything, from the cobblestone streets to the cute little cafes to the art museums. There was something about the air in Paris. It just smelled different, fresher, more full of possibilities. “Would you stop sniffing the air like a craz
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