Casandra Salazar Novels & Stories

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Not a single drop because crying won't mend anything. His chest keeps on tightening at the mere flashback of how the most important woman of his life lost her last breath in that one damnable night... The memory remained clear at the back of his mind. Zandro left Cassidy in that man cave because they believe that nobody knows about the secret place but them. It was far from civilization, far from Dimas; and most of all from the enemies. The Villalobos learned about her betrayal of their clan— Cassidy Correa Villalobos is one of the grandchildren of the infamous Señora Constanza Villalobos. But the former gets closer to the Monroes for the same reason as his father— they helped her finish her

“I did some digging and found out you were not in support of Allen's act, so he tried to kill you, we are both victims, and I want us to take revenge.” “I am sorry, Maria, but I can't do that, I will kill Allen myself,” he growled getting up from his seat. “Allen is not in your league anymore, you can't kill him anymore, thanks to your lie, I was kicked out of the company and Allen became a member of The Rodriguez's group, almost becoming chairman of the company.” “I will get him myself, you don't worry,” he said and stormed out. How resilient…but foolish. Adam walked towards me. “What should we do?”

he says gesturing to the file. I opened the file and my eyes fall on a picture of a young woman first. She had ash brown, curly hair, hazel eyes, and pink pouty lips that made her look younger than she was. Name: Rosalia Dylan Alvarez Age: 22 Sex: Female Date of Birth: October 24th, 1998 Height: 5' 8 Nationality: Mexican, Citizen of America Work: Massachusetts Institute of Technology (Student) Parents: Lena Alvarez-Ortega (Mother, Deceased),

"Who're you really and why haven't you let Zara go?" She laughed. A cynical sound that almost made me cringe. It sounded like noise to my ears. "I'm Cassandra Perez, daughter to the head of this cartel Diablo Perez." She stretched her hands forward for a shake. "Nice to meet ya." "What do you want?" I grunted, sick and tired of her games— which by the way she seemed to be enjoying. "Oh, darling. I told them I wanted you and here you are." She spread her arms, gesturing to where I sat. "What else could a woman possibly want?"

“Good evening, sir and madam.” Carlos greeted the businessman couple and the owner of the large hacienda they now stand on. They are currently celebrating the twenty-fifth birthday of their unica hija, Alona Desepeda. Known by her beauty, slender body, smart, sole heir of Desepeda and a great ballerina.

"We're not teenagers Bella, don't be so upright. Matter of factly, I already told them about you and they would definitely want to see you one of these days." "Really?" I remember nodding, smiling, playing it cool but inside, I was already calculating. Christiana Salazar. Daughter of Giveon Salazar, oil magnate. Heiress to the Salazar name. The girl who dropped $3,200 on a purse like it was a chocolate bar and handed it to me like a birthday favor. Who does that?

Madam Scarlett finally reached them, and Caitlyn felt soothed by the warm hug the woman gave her after the brief tight embrace with her son. She touched Caitlyn's hair. "You look so beautiful, dear. Radiating, I must confess." Caitlyn looked up at madam Scarlett with a smile that was filled with appreciation. The guests had all turned away their attention from them, and it brought comfort back to Caitlyn. "What skincare product do you use, my dear? " Mother?" Martin was shocked at her sudden question. Madam Scarlett eyed him. "I do not remember speaking to you, Martin." She turned her head back to Caitlyn. "Dear, as I was saying."

"Chairman, what?! That old man is useless as ever!" "Boss!" Shouted another guard, Salazar was stopped for a while and looked at the man who shouted; "Do you want to die?" "You can kill me after you hear this." Salazar stretched out his neck and gave him a deadly look; "We have found all information about the woman, and she's Sabrina Marquez, former taekwondo athlete, and Solomon's coach. She was defeated in the qualifying round 6 years ago, and her father was killed during the mafia war six years ago."

Both Cesar and Elyon responded at the same time then they exchanged puzzled smiles. “Jinx!”. Elyon pinched him. “Hey!”. Cesar protested half heartedly and laughed. “Um..I don’t understand.” Solange stared from Cesar to Elyon. “Meet my beautiful princess Miesa Cecilia Devane Sandoval.” Cesar kissed Miesa’s forehead proudly. Solange was shocked and her mouth opened and closed as she stared at Miesa. She didn't want to believe him but the proof… which was the uncanny resemblance between him and the little girl made her believe him.