Bitter Casanova Novels & Stories

And if he did, would they be able to make things right and build a life together? Only time would tell. But for now, Clara was determined to face whatever lay ahead with courage and determination. Lady Clara sat alone in her lavish living room, the weight of the world bearing down on her. She had just received the news that her husband, the ruthless mafia billionaire Alexandro, was still in a coma, and her mind was racing with worries and fears. Don Rio sat at his ornate wooden desk, his thick fingers steepled in front of him. He was a powerful man, feared and respected by all who knew him. But even he knew that in the world of the mafia, one could never be too careful.

I ignored him and continued. “I mean… Everyone loves it. The best example is twilight, the most famous fiction story about a human falling in love with a fucking fucky handsome vampire.” “Ms. Meranza, Language. I will put a minus in your reasearch if you continue cussing.” He said in a warning tone.

Premier explain then chuckled afterward. "You know what? It's better to shut up your mouth and just finish your food. So that, we can able to continue the proposal to finish it! Not this! It's nonsense man, and it doesn't matter if that woman owes something to me. You have nothing to do about that. You are out about this thing." Killian seriously replied in annoyance. Uno burst out into laughter because of his friend's reaction. He knew that he had no interest in women since his fiancée left him before the wedding day. He doesn't trust women since then.

Finn's POV: I looked around the crowded room and had to force myself not to yawn, i couldn’t stand attending events where everyone drank too much, laughed too loud and tried far too hard to impress each other, i knew i was what women considered a real catch. Hell, a stupid magazine had done a write up on NYC most eligible bachelors and placed my picture as number one, I had been furious and tried to have myself taken out of the article but my attorney had spouted some crap about freedom of speech, since the publishing of the article,i was being approached by even more materialistic females.

When I woke up, it seemed like I had a soul-to-soul battle with Lucifer. My entire body suffers, but my lower body hurts the most. My head is aching so badly that it seems like I'm being struck with a hammer. "The promiscuous woman is finally awake." I quickly woke up when I heard the familiar cold and serious voice. I saw Mr. Revelar sitting on a one-seater couch positioned on the side of the bed. Wearing his usual business attire, legs crossed, the mighty tycoon was sternly looking at me.

Chapter Eleven: A Dangerous Game Bain’s cousin, Luca blackwood, arrived unannounced. Unlike Bain, Luca was charismatic, effortlessly charming, and had a devilish grin that made women weak in the knees. Cassie noticed immediately. And so did Bain. At dinner, Luca sat beside her, his attention entirely on her. “So, tell me, Cassie, how does a beautiful woman like you end up tangled with my brooding cousin?” Cassie smirked, sensing Bain’s eyes burning into her. “I ask myself that every day.”

Finally some leave and I'm thinking of ways to actually get these men out of my house. “It’s quite small here.” Caspian sighed, sitting on the couch, his big build almost taking the entirety of the small couch. “Well, I wasn’t born into wealth.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t mind his words, you should know now that he’s nothing but a brainless machine who only thinks of working out to win a hockey championship.” Asher strolled towards me. “Says the bookworm bastard.” Caspian shot back. “Perhaps get a hobby rather than burying yourself in books.”

I said, holding Casey tighter against my chest as I met his angry glare with complete calm, "you still think your family name and your money make you untouchable in this city, but you have no idea who you are dealing with anymore." "I know exactly who I am dealing with," Cassian scoffed, taking another step forward into the elevator cab, his eyes shifting from me down to Casey, who buried his face into my shoulder to avoid looking at him. "I am dealing with my runaway wife who came back after six years with another man's kid, trying to intimidate me in my own building."

Back then, he was chased out of his house with nothing to his name and struggled to build a company from scratch. One day, he came home drunk after negotiating a deal with a client. He could not even stand straight when he reached home, but he desperately pulled out two pieces of melting chocolate from his pocket. I asked him where he got them, but he did not explain. He just stuffed them into my mouth. “Honey, for you! Your favorite!” The chocolate had melted into a sticky mess. His face was covered with sweat, and he wore a silly smile. Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside.

“They’re just jealous, Liv.” Then, louder, she snapped, “Why are we even still here? Don’t you all have jobs to do? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your precious Evelyn’s shoot?” Cassie rolled her eyes and took another sip of wine. “Relax, tough girl,” she said. “We’ve got time.” Tara smirked. “What’s your rush, Olivia? Eager to throw yourself off a building for Evelyn again? Or are you hoping your sugar daddy shows up to save you?”