Cassie Booktok Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Girl…oh my God. I just saw that island mansion you posted. Don’t play with me right now. Does that place actually belong to your husband?” I let out a breathy laugh, shaking my head. “Bitch, you live for gossip,” I tease. “And sort of, It belongs to their family.” She screams. “Jesus Christ. I need a man who’s filthy rich and dangerously hot. I’m tired of struggling.” “Cassie,” I say, leaning back on my hands, staring at the ceiling, “money isn’t everything.” She scoffs dramatically. “You are absolutely the wrong person to say that. You’re living a dream life.”

She could barely mask her smugness. Amelia shrugged. "Sure. Just make sure the stakes are worth my time." Cassie held up a finger. "One million. How about that?" “One million?" Emily’s brow arched ever so slightly. Cassie gave a smug smile. "You heard me. One million! Don't tell me you two can't even scrape that together." Kole let out a derisive laugh. "Hah! Do you even need to ask? Her friends are just as broke and pitiful as she is. I doubt they could muster half a million between them."

“You have family to turn to for that. I’m no longer involved in your life.” “Can’t I borrow the money from you? Lend me 100,000 dollars. I’ll pay you back once I get married.” Cassidy was on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry, but my money is reserved for my son and wife. I don’t have that kind of money to lend you.” “You earn 50 grand a month.” “That’s none of your business.” Cassidy hung up in despair. With no source of income, the cost of her treatment would leave her drowning in debt.

"I didn't have to hack anything, Kasen. I simply called my personal banker and told him I was no longer married to you. The asset backing was revoked. It's legal." "You're lying," Kasen growled, stepping closer, trying to intimidate her. "You are a nobody. A charity case I took in from the streets. You don't have this kind of money. I built this empire with my own hands!" "You built it on my foundation," Maeva corrected, her voice smooth and devoid of fear. "And tonight, I took the foundation back."

The human traffickers sold me to a remote mountain village when I was young. My parents spent a fortune searching for me and even offered a massive reward for my safe return. They finally found me when I was 16. My parents and three older brothers held me in their arms and wept. After that, they did everything they could to make up for the sixteen years we'd lost. I had more designer clothes than I could ever wear, more luxury handbags than I could ever carry, and a place at an elite private school. On my first day, my oldest brother tied a rosary he'd personally prayed over to my backpack. My second brother bought me the latest phone. My third brother patted me on the shoulder. "Valeri

“This is yours, Arya. I should have given you this before now, but it totally slipped my mind.” Nine pairs of eyes zoned in on us, watching our exchange. Cassie Fletcher was a household name. Apart from being the spoiled last child of her wealthy parents, she was also a top model for high end brands. They were probably wondering how Cassie and I knew each other. I took the flowers from her and placed them on my lap, my face blank. I was in no mood to pretend to be happy that she was here when I knew she only wanted to cause trouble.

a woman lectured her. "I'm near the restaurant, Mom. Just order the food, so we can have dinner as soon as I arrive," Cassie answered and ended the call. The words her mother just said resounded in her mind, and she thought she was right. Yet, Cassie had no choice. Leighton's Magazine was the only business they had to survive. One wrong move and their company would die, especially now that her competitors were surpassing their sales and contents.

“You’re fired.” Cassie rolled her eyes and met Gerri’s gaze. “I’m fired, but I’m not the one needing medical attention. He’s lucky he moves fast or I would have broken his ribs.” Gerri frowned. “Why did you want to break his ribs?” “Because he stole every cent I had in my savings account.” She shook her head, her shoulders dropping. “I go away on a business trip and my own boss, aka my boyfriend, does that shit to me.” She took a deep breath and sighed. “I have no job, no money.” She frowned. “And I have no idea who you are.”

* “I worked at an orphanage where Miss Cassie McCarthy donated supplies. Most people give once and vanish. Miss Cassie came every month. She didn’t just give money; she played with the kids. She learned their names. She read them stories. She stayed hours longer than she needed to. If this is the same woman being called a gold digger on the internet, then the internet is blind.” Cassie’s vision blurred. She blinked furiously, refusing to cry in the middle of the hallway. But it didn’t stop there. The posts kept flooding in, like waves crashing against a fragile dam. * “Cassie once paid for my textbooks in college. I didn’t even ask. She overheard me crying to a friend about dropping out, and

“You have no idea what sort of people my parents are—” “I know who they are.” Jacob interrupted, “But the apple really doesn’t fall that far from the tree, does it? They used my wife’s name to get my attention and exaggerated the cost you needed. They used Cassie’s reputation as their bargaining chip. $500,000 is nothing to me. With the agreement that they could never approach her or me again, I gave them that money. What they do with it isn’t my concern so long as it doesn’t affect her.”