Cassandra Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

I grabbed my jacket. "Dinner tonight?" "Can't. I'm meeting with the wedding planner. Need to make sure Saturday looks convincing." Cassandra's mouth tightened, but she nodded. "Fine. Tomorrow then." After she left, I stood at my window looking down at the city. Somewhere down there, Lily Morgan was probably crying about her pathetic life. Good. Emotional women were easier to control. My phone buzzed. David Chen. "We need to talk about Cassandra's numbers. Something's not adding up in the quarterly reports."

And this time, I was done being the woman at the edge of the room taking notes while men decided what happened next. I was Cassidy. His secretary. His wife. The woman who knew where every file was buried and every weakness lived. And if Lucas Voss wanted war, then he was about to learn the most dangerous thing in Dante Damiani’s empire wasn’t the man at the top. It was the woman standing beside him.

They were rival packs and there’s no way they would be together without his parents disapproval. A knock on her study door interrupted her thoughts. “Come in.” She quietly said, helping herself to a glass of tequila. In came Carlos with a wrapped present in his hand. “Happy birthday, alpha.” He said with a smile, carefully placing the present on her desk. “I’m sorry it’s coming late.” He apologized as her birthday was actually the day before. Isabel had totally forgotten about her own birthday because her thoughts were occupied with finding her mate. It was her nineteenth birthday.

And through the open bedroom door—the bed. Cassandra is there. On top of a man Damian has never met. Dark hair, younger, lean body currently pinned beneath Damian's wife as she moves with the kind of abandon she's never shown in their marriage bed. Viktor Kozlov. Trust fund. No job. No value. They haven't noticed the door. Too lost in each other. In pleasure Cassandra clearly finds with someone else. Somewhere else. In a suite she books under a fake name while her husband signs merger documents and builds empires.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

The most pressing question was about her involvement or knowledge of Grace's actions, which had led to the loss of many lives. Cassandra answered every question with poise and honesty, explaining that she had been completely unaware of Grace's sinister plans. She expressed her profound shock and dismay upon learning the truth. "I want to make it absolutely clear that I had no knowledge of Grace's involvement in the demolition," she stated firmly. "I was just as much a victim of her actions as anyone else."

they chorused. Before entering the elevator, Cassandra caught sight of Dimitra from her peripheral vision. When she turned, she saw Dimitra glaring at her. Something in her eyes set Cassandra on edge; she could swear she saw her smirk, and it had an unsettling feeling on Cassandra. Eros led her into the board room, where different sophisticated men and women sat around a large table with water bottles in front of them. She saw Javier in a corner, smiling at them. Eros led her toward the seats in front of the table and pulled out a seat beside him for her.

I first thanked the woman before stepping towards the door where Clark's office was found. I slowly opened the door. "Natasha, please not now." "But your mother says we will be having a dinner date later together with my dad." "Come on, Natasha! I thought the last time we talked you didn't like the idea of ​​marriage that our parents arranged, right? So what is this—Angela!" Clark exclaimed in surprise when he saw me standing at the door. He got up from his seat and approached my direction. The woman who was standing in front of his desk turned in my direction. I could see that she was looking at me critically from head to toe. I don't know what the woman named Natasha is thinking right now

I paced around her front door, nearly losing my mind, finding no way to contact Rachel. Shit... I punched the wall closest to me, thinking of finding some comfort from my anxiety but nothing helps, it only hurts me this time physically too. I scanned my knuckle that was now bruised, throbbing badly, but at least it helped distract me even for a bit. 'Rachel,' I sighed her name, playing with the bracelet on my wrist. It was a gift from Rachel, and in many ways, it was just a replica of her personality, sweet and quirky and yet mysterious in some way. And for now, this is the only thing close to me that reminds me of her other than the memories I created with her. I touched the bracelet once m