Alexander Ludwig As Cato Novels & Stories

He glanced between Claire and Lex a few times before she answered. “Look at him. Good looking, broad shoulders, always wearing a suit, very formal, bald head, and the name Alexander. He’s Lex Luthor.” She spoke as if it were obvious. “OOOOOOOOH...NOW I see it!!” The older Mythicals shook their heads while the younger ones and Claire just laughed at Sean.

Sophia interjected, grinning mischievously. I shot her a pointed look, raising a brow. “Are you serious right now?” She giggled, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “Sorry, sorry. Go on.” “He’s Alexandro Lex Castello,” I said, the name itself feeling heavy on my tongue. “The Playboy Trillionaire. He’s probably just toying with me, like he does with everyone else. I’m probably just a distraction until something better comes along.” Sophia clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “You might be right. A playboy doesn’t do anything without a reason. But…” She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing.

Alexander's words echoed in my mind: "Cassius, my brother, my enemy." Lord Cassius's soft voice gently interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. "What's your name?" he asked, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity. I hesitated, unsure if I should reveal my true identity or fabricate a lie to protect myself. Alexander's words echoed in my mind: "Cassius, my brother, my enemy." If Lord Cassius was indeed Alexander's brother, he might already know my name. My mind racing, I searched my memory. Hadn't Lord Cassius once visited Alexander at the manor? I recalled a vague image of a tall, dark-haired man, but his face remained blurry.

He tossed the phone at me. I hit play and watched the feed. They pushed Cato out of the building and onto the sidewalk. He could barely stand because he was so weak, probably because he fought the entire way to the surface. One of his cars pulled up, and his men helped him inside. Then they took off. He was free. “I’m a man of my word. Are you a woman of yours?” I set the phone on the table and turned to him. “Yes.” “Then drop the clothes.” He sat up on the cot with his legs hanging over the edge and his feet on the ground.