Cassandra Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

Serena: By the time Anna led me toward the eastern wing, I had stopped trying to make sense of anything Alexander had done that night. None of it sat right with me. I did not like it, I did not trust it, and I certainly did not trust him. Anna walked a few steps ahead, glancing back every so often as though she expected me to collapse from whatever she imagined had happened in Alexander’s chambers. Her concern was gentle and clumsy at once, and it made me more irritated than grateful.

Dimitri said, taking a step toward Davis, his jaw tight. "Does it?" Davis leaned his torso forward. "Think about it logically for one second. Who pushed Gabriella into the arrangement from the very beginning? Who constantly encouraged her to marry me no matter what happened? Cassandra knew exactly what she was doing. She knew that if Gabriella was officially married to me, she would have direct access to the interior of the Castillo family structure. She would have influence over the board. She would have absolute power over our operations." "That is complete nonsense," Dimitri insisted, though his voice lacked conviction.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

"Sir, it would be unwise of us to get involved with those people again. You're aware of how dangerous they are. Don't you remember what happened the last time?" Lawyer Bernard looked out the window, ignoring her. Caitlyn sighed, wondering how they managed to convince him again. She didn't utter any more words until they got to the head company of the Greys. Lawyer Bernard and Caitlyn walked into the building and went straight to the office of Mr. Thomas Grey, the CEO of the company. He was the second son of the family but was put in charge of the head company and two other companies. The secretary and the guards didn't stop them and that made Caitlyn believe that he had met the man already.

isabella thought. "I need to do something fast before i lose myself" Isabella Mumbled She pick her phone, slide the latest Android she's using (Isabella is a sophisticated woman,she loved using latest model things ) She Dial a contact on her phone Drrr""""""Drr"""""""" The phone rings and the receiver pick the call "Let meet at the usual place,i have a Better proposal for for you" "Alright" the receiver said She Change the top she is putting on to something else

She had initially come to bring Mark some food but she had not been prepared to hear such news. How could that bitch still be alive? And from what she heard; she might have been saved by the legendary alpha Ashton. On the day of the summit, she had been looking forward to seeing the only alpha, at the mention of his name, her heart thumped wildly. But not only had he not shown up, but it was his beta who came to give his half-hearted apology. Lily never imagined that the reason alpha Ashton had not shown up at the meeting was that he was busy tending to the woman, she despised the most.

“Or I can choose neither. And build a third way.” Camellia ran another diagnostic on the breach log. The code was strange — not aggressive, but intimately designed. Like someone had studied their architecture from the inside. And it hit her. Dario’s codebase. She isolated a trailing signature that hadn’t been deleted. “KEY=ECHO47” Her heart sank. Echo47 was a rumored subprotocol used by Cassandra engineers — long before the Vault implosion. She ran a trace. It linked to one international gateway — KrayNet.

These were adults who had spent decades or centuries refining their abilities. The silver-haired woman spoke first. "I am Cassandra. I have been Prime for four hundred years. These are my colleagues, Nyx and Marcus." The black-eyed woman and the scarred man nodded acknowledgment. "We know why you are here," I said. "Vera told us. You see Elena as a threat and you have come to eliminate her before she becomes powerful enough to challenge you."

Gideon said flatly. The room turned completely freezing cold. Alistair froze, his amber eyes narrowing into sharp slits. "What did you say?" "Miss Cross is telling the truth, sir," Gideon reported steadily, opening his security folder to show the network tracking data. "I spent the last four hours auditing the central server tower. The electronic footprints match Cassandra’s private terminal exactly. The data transfers occurred at 4:00 PM yesterday, using her personal biometric security keycard. No one else could have bypassed the triple-layer firewall."

Dozens of quantum servers hummed along the stone walls, displaying real-time diagnostic feeds of The Sovereign’s Cradle clean energy grid in Norway. And standing in the center of the vault, leaning against a mahogany desk, was a lone figure. The figure wore the midnight-blue cloak of the recording, but the hood had been lowered. She was a woman in her late thirties, with striking, aristocratic features, piercing amethyst-colored eyes, and hair as dark as raven feathers tied back in a severe knot. On her collar rested the silver pin of the Eclipse Directorate. Her name was Lady Cassiopeia Marat-Vance—the exiled sister of the late Cassian Marat and the supreme grandmaster of the Eclipse Direct