Alexander Ludwig As Cato Novels & Stories

“What’s wrong with you tonight?” “I don’t know who you are anymore,” Alexander said quietly. “I’m your wife.” “No.” He shook his head. “You’re someone I barely recognize. Someone who celebrates when people get poisoned. Someone who laughs when a woman loses her baby and another goes to jail.” Catalina’s face hardened. “I’m someone who wins, Alexander. At any cost.” “And what is the cost?” he asked. “Our souls?” Catalina rolled her eyes. “Don’t be dramatic.”

Even though they very were clear about not wanting me to know the reason of why he became a fallen angel in the first place, I can’t help but be curious about it. What sin did he commit that made him get cast out of heaven all the way to hell and then had him get tortured every single year by the memory of it? And if Alexander knew he couldn’t commit that sin, why did he do it anyways? What drove him to give up on his seemingly perfect life? I had so many questions and barely any answers. My train of thoughts were cut off when I saw Alexander lay an unconscious Zach on the ground. He stood back up with difficulty from whatever magic he just did and before I could say anything, he pointed his

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.

“She’s just giving me a place to crash in exchange for good sex. It’s a win-win for both of us. I’ll probably be leaving soon. Just need to find the next place to go.” “You have money saved, so what are you waiting for?” “Trying to lay low. I’m sure Damien is still looking for me.” “I’ll ask Cato to tell them to grant you immunity.” He cocked his head. “And why would Cato do that?” “Because I asked him to.” He usually did anything I asked him to do, if it was that important to me. “And I don’t see why Damien and Micah would agree.” “Cato can be very persuasive.” Cato could make anything happen because he had all the power. Since annihilating the Siberians after they tried to steal his money,