Bitter Casanova Novels & Stories

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, making gurgling sounds. "However, this isn’t entirely a bad thing, right? From what I know, Mr. Cassano abandoned his wife and ran off with his mistress. You say so, don’t you? When the time comes, I’ll go to the House of Hell. Do you think the King of Hell will ease the sins on my body just because I’ve done a good deed like this before?" The man laughed to himself as he spoke.

Just a few moments back, his eyes had moisture and he looked serious, and now. " What happened to you?" I asked. " I am enjoying our first date... " he said. " First date?? This?? You call it a date?? What happened to you, Mr Casanova? " I asked sarcastically. " He went into a coma a few years ago when the love of his life left him and went away. He just came out of the coma. It might not be a proper date, but something is better than nothing. I am happy that at least we are together, spending some time together. It is a date for me. But expect more and more romantic dates with me, my princess. "

But in the end, he backstabbed my father. Chase was a ruthless man. He was too ruthless. Rain was pouring that day. He threw my belongings out of the villa one by one. "You know what? It was my birthday when your father bankrupted my family. My dad promised to go to the amusement park with me, but he never came back. "You should really thank me, Evelyn. I didn't grow up quickly so that your family could enjoy these many years. "Now, it is time for you to suffer what I've been through!"

He made a face as the bitter content washed down his throat. “What the hell.” Enzo snapped the moment he was done drinking it. “Why the hell is this so bitter?” Devine shrugged, slumping onto the couch next to Enzo. “I like it bitter.” “We never like it bitter else we are going through some bitter shit.” “We are always going through bitter shit,” Devine replied almost immediately and Enzo stared at Devine for not longer than two seconds before raising a hand for the waiter he earlier dismissed. “Did you lose a deal?” Enzo inquired redirecting his gaze back to Devine.

“Because you never let me…” The statement caused me to frown, but I did not ask why because I was too hesitant to ask. “Do you like him?” he asked calmly, gazing at my lips as if he wanted to kiss me. I nodded and said nothing. “Beware of this Casanova.” With a rough laugh, I let out. “I don’t care who he is; all I care about is that he makes me feel better.” His eyes turned a deep shade of black, making my breath hitch as he whispered, “How?”

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"

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.