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 |The enthralling Casanova | "Wet already, darling?" The heavy breaths of a woman against his ears stretched a smug smirk across his plump damp lips. He didn't have to do a thing. He didn't do anything but still, she was squirming on his lap. Just his callous fingers slyly stroking the milky skin of her thigh, lips grazing over her collar bones and that was all needed to hypnotize her in his charm. Her breath quickened, her grip around his neck compressed, just the way he wanted.

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Vincent knocked once, then opened them without waiting for a response. "Miss Marcellus, sir." The library was vast, with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that stretched up to a second level accessible by rolling ladders. Leather-bound volumes filled every inch of space, their spines catching the light from crystal chandeliers. It was the kind of room that belonged to a man who collected knowledge the way others collected stamps. And there, seated behind a desk that looked like it had been carved from a single piece of dark wood, was Caspian Santoro.

Cassians's POV The secretary knocked on the door to my office, there was the bell, but because he'd thought that the loud sound of the bell might distract me, he chose to knock instead. "You have a call, Mr Cassian," he said and walked in his hand a phone towards me. " Good day Mr Cassian," the voice said timidly from over the phone. I replied with a grunt while I continued to look through the papers in front of me. " This is from the hotel you came to some months ago and we are calling to make sure that all is fine, one of our employees after cleaning the room, reported that there were blood stains on the bed, which could be a sign of bodily harm," he said and gulped in heavily.

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.”

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Author P.O.V. “Hmmm…” Casey muttered as she scanned the series of books on her cousin's bookshelf. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as her fingers brushed over a particularly dusty volume. But nothing had quite caught her interest yet. Behind her, Zazu sat curled up on the couch, swirling wine in her glass with a smirk playing on her lips. She watched Casey with mild amusement. “So let me get this straight. You are telling me that lousy son of a bitch got that girl pregnant, and then you hurt yourself while spying on them?” Zazu asked, dissolving into laughter.

Lucy directly sighed, "This guy’s so wealthy. I bet there are about eight thousand fedulings in there." "Mm." Jessica nodded halfheartedly and took the booklet over. The booklet was initially placed in Caspian's chest, and Jessica hit it not long ago. Hence, there was a small palm print on it. When she took the book, Jessica instantly saw the bold cursive calligraphy on the front page — Romantic Son-In-Law and His Beautiful Wife. The book's title seemed to jab at Jessica's thoughts, and the corner of her eyes instantly twitched. When she flipped through the book and saw the content, Jessica immediately flushed. Then, she spat and tossed the book aside.

He looked a bit troubled. He slightly shook his head and smiled. “I have something for you.” My eyebrows shot up. Cassius walked towards me and handed me a book. “Here,” The book was thick; it also looked ancient based on its ripped edges on some pages. The hard cover is slightly cracked and the colors are faded. “Thank you, what is it about?” I looked at the strange book. He licked his lip, “It’s a book of angels.” I slowly nodded my head, “Huh,” I shrugged

I could feel it clearly—life draining out of my ravaged body. When she'd had her fill, she climbed off me, satisfied. Her well-manicured fingers picked up a piece of silver from the table, then dropped it onto my face with disgust. "Useless thing," she sneered. "Bones so brittle. Can't even take a little roughhousing." The door creaked open. Vince Benedict, the brothel's manager, waddled in with his massive gut leading the way. He pinched the silver coin between his thick fingers and blew on it. Then he gave my limp leg a hard kick with his black cloth boot.