Bitter Casanova Novels & Stories

The rest of the meal passed in strained, brittle silence—silverware clinking too loudly, wine glasses refilled too often. Later, in Victor’s study—heavy oak door closed with a soft click, the four of us seated like a tribunal around the leather-topped desk—Dante laid it out. Not everything. Not the explicit photos, not Harlan Voss by name yet. But enough to shift the power in the room. “There’s a situation,” he said calmly, voice commanding absolute attention, leaning forward with elbows on his knees. “Someone from my past—a business rival—is trying to cause trouble. Using Cassidy to do it.”

The man is none other than Caspian, Samuel's biggest enemy in the business world. Samuel's eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Caspian,” he murmured, as if the name brought back memories of an angry past. Roland watched Samuel's expression from the rearview mirror. “He is your greatest enemy, sir. Caspian was your greatest obstacle before the fraud case broke. And now he's with Cassandra. That must make your plan even more interesting.” Samuel chuckled, his tone deep, filled with hidden resentment and pleasure. He stared at the photo of Cassandra looking so happy. “Ironic, isn't it? She chose my enemy as her refuge. It really is like a game set up by the universe.”

I said while looking everywhere but him. "I was always shameless when it came to you. Sadly, you never notice." I felt his words had double meanings. I looked back at him and tried to understand, but I wasn’t getting what he was trying to say. "Girls were and are my weakness. People don’t call me Casanova for nothing, you know?" He raised his eyebrows proudly, and I fumed again, thinking what kind of person he is. Moreover, he is using me in the name of Bella and my dear ones.

"Am I clear, Cassian?" He nodded fiercely, holding my hand with both hands in a pleading grip. Even my Betas could do better. Cassian was pathetic, compared to the ruggedness of my men. He was the over-pampered son of a shameless father who delighted in folly, wine, whores riding his cock to stupor. Rumor had it that he was suffocated under the voluminous breasts of a fat whore.

"You are not very good at deception." "Oh?" Nessa laughed. "You are aware that it is suicide? Do you not want your child to become an orphan just like you did? You have such a kind heart! It is unfortunate that you, Caspian Alessandro, are unable to quell the darkness that revolves around your innermost being. You bear my dark heart; you are tarnished by my foul darkness. It hurts so bad! To know! That you!" She snapped, pointing at his face with a ferocious glare. "...that you possess greater strength than I do. Return my powers to me! Surrender your insignificant life to me!" Those cruel words sent nothing but rage into Caspian's heart! Unfortunately, he was caught off guard, and Angelo fi

I have never seen him so angry. “Calm down, father in-law. I'm not a bad person.” Leonardo whispers in an uninterested tone, tapping away on the armrest. “If you, Leonardo Cassano, are not a bad person, who is? Should I give you a run down of your biography? Leonardo Cassano, leader of the Cassano family mafia, and assassins league's underground army, who ascended to power after killing his father, uncle and two cousins. After he ascended, he expanded the Cassano empire to all of northern America, some parts of South America, East Asia, Europe, and Africa. On the surface, he's the genius CEO of JK group. But he's actually the mysterious demon whom different countries of the world are after.

Cassie said mockingly. When she recalled how the Marquis Santcliment forced her to be betrothed as Duke of Borgia's new wife, hatred filled her heart. If she didn't luckily escape, she would surely live a life worse than death. Her childhood to teenage years was already destroyed by them. Would she wait for them to make her life more miserable than before?

I just sat down staring at her wondering what was so special that had her screaming longer than the normal 20 seconds. "Ruby, he's totally got the hots for you", she screamed gleefully. "What do you mean? I don't think I have to point it out", I said, trying to dampen her mood. " Point what out?", she asked, trying to carry me along. "The fact that he looks and acts like a player, Casanova if you must call it that. I don't want to get in on that" "Don't judge a book by its cover" "I know but you know him more than I do. I mean I might just be guessing but he gives off the vibe"

Win-win. It was unusual, but this trip was also an opportunity to scout new locations for the expansion of my properties and businesses. Little by little, I had been acquiring docks, hotels, and casinos all over the world, while at the same time managing Father’s shit for the Omertà. Dante did the same. We didn’t want to have to depend on that cruel bastard while we waited for him to kick the bucket. We pulled onto the Pacific Coast Highway and headed toward Malibu to meet with Tomaso Romero. For some reason, Romero’s daughters lived with their grandmother while he remained in Italy. We didn’t care about the specifics, we just knew Romero was in California, which made things very convenient

As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedded his fair share of servants when the mood struck him. His being in a brothel on the seedy side of town had not been much of a shock given his taste for adventurous risks and carnal exploits of all manner. Due to his station and insatiable appetites, Casimir wasn't in the least above keeping company with young men. Rumor and speculation followed him where ever he went and even still he remained the relative "golden boy " in terms of his family bloodline.