Bitter Casanova Novels & Stories

“And who is he? Seems harmless.” He was harmless to me, but not to the woman in my bed. He’d hurt her beyond repair, sentenced her to a life she didn’t deserve. The man deserved payback far worse. “His name is Evan Alfonsi.” “Is that name supposed to mean something to me?” I started the engine and turned my gaze on my brother. “He’s the asshole Cassini sacrificed herself for. She married Lucian to spare his life, and now he’s married with a kid. But he only waited three months before he tied the knot.”

She said heartbroken, tears falling from her eyes like rain CASPIAN PRIVATE VILLA Caspian sat in his study room going through the reports his assistant 'cedric' sent to him . The deal they made with a company brought lots of profits but it did not land him on the spot he was targeting. Being above Liam in all things has always been his ambition but unfortunately Liam was undefeatable champion in the business world and it annoyed the hell out of him. Why can't be more rich , famous and successful more than Liam . It pisses him off most when his old man compares him with Liam .

Rebecca’s POV Cassian was a man I met back in college. He was the top boy whom all the ladies on campus wanted back then—except me, because, of course, I was with Gabriel. He was fucking handsome, and girls flocked around him every now and then, wanting to be his girl. But how ironic—he didn’t want any of them. He only wanted me.

I knew him—it had been a long time coming. I had often caught glimpses of them conversing in hushed tones, packing up hastily afterward, moving to a new place without explanation. I had stopped questioning it long ago, but now I was stunned to find the tables turned. My father, a billionaire, was not someone I had expected my mother to seek help from. **Third Person P.O.V** Ice's mother wasn't actually ill. The story was fabricated as part of an arrangement. Martin Santiago was one of the country's billionaires, inheriting the family business after numerous conflicts. His managerial prowess had significantly grown the company over five years. Despite his success, his greatest sorrow was his

“No. I won’t let you sulk here all alone. You’re here to enjoy yourself and I’ll ensure you do.” I struggled to get free, but his grip was iron-like. “I can’t enjoy with you.” He gave me an annoyed look. “Really? Then who can you enjoy with? Sebastián Conrad? I heard he’s back in LA! Didn’t he meet you yet?” I gaped at the guy, wondering why he brought Conrad up now. I had totally forgotten about him! “Who do you enjoy the most with? Elena Nomikov?” I asked in return, giving him a taste of his own medicine. He gaped at me, shocked by my retort, but a grin broke out on his lips.

"Casanova, don't get too worried, a man like you don't fuck with a woman like me." "I don't, because I take care of a woman like you." He took the helmet. "Call me when you need anything." "I won't." "Natalie, I'm not a jerk." He said, looking frustrated because of my stubbornness. He looked so sincere. And as a friend to Francis, I never saw him speak so sincere to any woman. He’s more of a flirt and he didn’t give promises. "I know." That's what I'm afraid of. He might not be a jerk but there will be the time that he will be. Just like Bernie Caldron. My ex-fiancé, which I thought that I had known for a long and suddenly, became a douchebag.

I turned back to my laptop and started to create a new F******k page Sam got up from her spot and leaned over my shoulder "what are you doing, who still uses F******k" "old people and people who have nothing left to do with their lives" "so why are you making a new page" "because bored, weird people can be the best people when it comes to getting a video around" Sam still looked confused

Chapter 13: His For A Week DEVON'S P.O.V “Who the fuck is this again, Papá? Aren’t you tired of changing whores?” the man with a golden hair rolled his eyes and stared at me. More like eyeing me from head to foot. It made me feel awkward. “Who the fuck are you, slut?” I don’t understand where his burst out came from. Nonetheless, I should be professional. As I say, the life of being a courtesan is not easy.

He made me angry. No wonder I scowled at him. Then I say pointedly: “Yes, you can really tell that you are only in your early twenties. Unlike you, Titian is a very polite and warm-hearted person who doesn’t only think about sex, you wannabe Casanova!”. Slowly but surely I was really losing my patience, I could tell that already. This little child's head should be forbidden!