Bitter Casanova Novels & Stories

He was definitely my kind of man. The Romano empire crumbled over the last three years while mine flourished, but that fucker still managed to build it back up. I have no idea how he came up with the capital. Nobody would finance him, knowing my stance on it. But he got his dirty paws on some capital and got his returns through flesh selling. I hated that man’s guts. Cassio and I suspected it might be Benito, but that bastard was a stingy motherfucker and wasn’t into giving loans. More like he would have taken the shipments of women for himself.

Casper knew how to make his wife jealous and it was working because Jenna had engaged in a chat with Caddaric to avoid Casper. “The game is simple. There are eleven suitors and you are going to dance with each of them for just a minute. While you dance with them, a short profile of their life and achievement will be aired on that huge LED screen. Can you do that darling?” He asked her. Cassandra glanced at the eleven men but her gaze lingered on Allan before she forcefully peeled it off, smiled, and nodded her head in agreement. Casper was satisfied and announced. “We shall begin with Don Salvatore, the only son of my late friend, Tino.” Tino was one of the Godfathers Casper had left in char

I don't even remember the last time I went on a diet. I turn to look at Richard who is fuming and glaring daggers at Angelo,obviously annoyed by his interruption. “Are you always going to sabotage me every time we meet?”Richard asks angrily and Angelo gives him a mischievous smile. He then turns to look at Lorenzo before sneering. “ I was wondering why I feel uncomfortable suddenly. Turns out that the famous Chicago Casanova is here." Angelo comments,staring at Lorenzo hatefully. I watch as Lorenzo stiffens from Angelo's words.

He says and holding up the bottle of whiskey. “You really have to rob the poor man from his most expensive bottle of whiskey?” Brjent snickers. Farkas shrugs his shoulders. “Of course, he’s been a dick to Sophia and to Adriana. Gotta hit him where it hurts.” And I can’t help the smirk that spreads on my cheeks. Thank the goddess that the tension from before has disappeared. Everybody finds a comfy place to sit at, I share the large couch in the corner with Farkas and Sophia. He insisted to have us both next to him, it had earned him a grimace from Sophia.

Alex closed his eyes briefly when the realization hit him, he had totally forgotten about the promise he made to himself and had not think twice before kissing her, her lips were sweet, soft and the hunger to kiss her the more drove him almost insane, his eyes were still closed giving Serena the opportunity to push him off her, she quickly stood up, took in the view of the magnificent bed room, it looked nothing like hers, the room was very huge with it's amazing thick luxurious cream colour wall to wall carpet, even the drapes matched the carpet.

“And if he wants to end your race… You're fucked, friend. - Ah, Salma, she's fucked both ways, in this case. Ben grinned mockingly, staring at me. – I think the first option is more likely. I laughed: - Do you swear you came to think that? He hates me... Because I interrupted his blowjob, because I stood up to him, because I said he peed sitting down, because I threatened him, because I told him truths that I bet no one ever told him. It was hate at first sight between the two of us... Believe me. And guys, it's Heitor Casanova. I'm Babi Novaes, the poor unlucky unemployed. A man like him would never be interested in me. And it's not because of low esteem that I say this, no. It's because th

They just stood there, witnessing the destruction of a man who once thought he was the center of the universe. Bastian realized one thing as he stepped away into the darkness of the street: The silence in his office earlier wasn't the end. His true suffering had only just begun, while Casandra had just started a new chapter in her life, one that was far more beautiful without him. The Kingdom of Bastian had fallen, not by an external enemy, but by the poison of arrogance and betrayal he had planted himself.

“Before Adrian, I was supposed to marry someone else.” “Who?” “Damian Carter.” Mia blinked. “You… you were going to marry Damian Carter?” I nodded, but my legs suddenly felt numb, followed by an unsettling prickling beneath my skin. “He disappeared a week before our wedding.” Mia stared at me for a moment before her gaze drifted around the café, checking whether anyone nearby was listening. When she looked back at me, her voice had dropped. “He disappeared?” “I don't know what happened to him. He just disappeared.”

And sooner or later, it would slip. Elizabeth didn’t seem like a scheming woman at all. She was polite, kind, and sweet. That only made him more suspicious. “Sweet women… are the worst.” Elizabeth was part of a deal for a hefty cash reward, a contract, nothing more. And he would do everything in his power to keep his distance. Damn it... he whispered, annoyed with himself. He grabbed a glass and poured himself a generous shot of whiskey. He took a slow sip, staring at his own reflection in the glass of the bookshelf.

“Tell me, how does it feel knowing the entire room is whispering about you? The little event planner who spread her legs and trapped a billionaire into marriage.” My fingers tightened around the stem of my champagne flute. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Vivian.” She laughed again, loud enough for nearby guests to glance our way. “Jealous? Of you? Please. Everyone knows Caspian will tire of his little charity project soon. He needs a real wife. Someone who understands his world. Not some gold-digging whore who got lucky with a scandal.” The words stung, but I refused to let her see it. Instead, I smiled sweetly, channeling every ounce of rebellion that kept me going. “Funny. He seemed pretty sat