Cassie Booktok Net Worth Novels & Stories

Lennon knew that there was a restaurant that she loved to eat the most. Lennon brought her and rushed towards the direction of the seafood feast. Although Cassie didn't accept the script for the time being, but as an artist, her life was still arranged according to the rules. She still had a few advertisements that she needed to film, and they were all high—end products, such as reception, perfume products, skin care products, and famous bags and watches. Cassie could be said to have her hands on the resources she had, she herself was very powerful, plus she had a very good reputation amongst the crowd of fans, she thought that there were no rumors at all.

“I wouldn’t ask him. I was just hoping you might have some ideas about who I could ask. Would Cassie’s husband do it?” Peyton’s sister Cassie was married to Brian Colleen, one of Australia’s youngest billionaires and the owner of a luxury domestic airline. “Doubtful,” Peyton said. “He and Cassie are being really squirrelly about something. I think they might be pregnant,” she hissed. “But you didn’t hear that from me. Besides, Brian is notoriously camera-shy. He hates doing any sort of publicity or having his face in the media. I could ask Declan…”

“Cousins is quiet.” “It is.” “Good for her.” “It is.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Stop sounding like you know something I don’t.” His expression stayed perfectly innocent. It was entirely fake. “I know nothing, sir.” Liar. He knew plenty. He always did. Outside, Valerie finally pulled away from Cassie and headed toward the car. Her phone rang almost right away. She answered it immediately, diving back into work mode. Always another call. Another interview. Another meeting. Another opportunity. Another success stacking on top of the last one. Her book was taking off in ways even I hadn’t fully expected, and part of me was thrilled.

"As your best friend. As the woman who has held your hair through four breakups and one stomach flu and one extremely ill-advised attempt to bleach your own hair in 2019." "Okay." "You are going to take the deal." "Avery." "Cass. You are going to take the deal. " "Avery, I cannot just — I cannot just agree to be married to a stranger for six months in exchange for —" "You can. You absolutely can. People do worse things for less every single day. You signed up to plan other people's weddings for ten percent commission and haven't slept past six a.m. since 2021. You have been quietly waiting for permission to be unreasonable your entire life, Cass. He just gave it to you. "

Every bit of my being wants her to say yes, but if she said no, then I would back away. “I-I..” she began to stutter. Her voice coming out soft. “I think-,” she began to say. She looked conflicted. Not wanting to play any more games, I ask, “What do you want Cassie?” She stayed quiet. Lust starting to mirror in my eyes, “Tell me.” “I wan-,” Cassie started to answer. Then like the bad timing that life gives sometimes, my damn phone began to ring. I groaned and cursed whoever was calling.

Cassie wakes up on Saturday morning too early. She rolls on her bed left and right because of the excitement of her upcoming secret date with Mathias. After a while, she hears the sound of a text message notification on her phone. The name on its screen she sees makes her heart skip a beat. DM: Morning, baby girl. Slept well? Cassie reads the message and her fingers rapidly tap on the screen. Yes, daddy. You?… Before sending it, she changes her mind and deletes the magical word to prevent it losing value.

“Like I just gave you the moon.” I angled my chin and curled my lips. My smile hurt. “Ms. Monroe! What’s it like being engaged to New York’s most elusive billionaire?” one of the photographers shouted. “Is it true he proposed during a helicopter ride?” another barked. Cassian gave a faint smirk and pulled me closer. “I like my privacy,” he said, loud enough for the press. “But I couldn’t resist showing her off.” They ate it up. Cameras clicked. Flashes popped.

I groaned, "The girls in the books always manage to get a fake partner." She flipped her hair over her shoulders, "I hate to break it to you, Cassie, but books aren't reality. Sheesh, you could have at least said boyfriend, or worse fiance. You just had to go all the way to husband!" I buried my face in my hands, "What am I going to do? I can't tell her the truth now, it'd be too embarrassing and I'm sure she's told the whole world about it." I was still living down being the girl who was dumped at the altar, no way did I want to add lying about being married to my unimpressive resume.

“You said you would transfer it back soon, remember? Well, I’m still waiting. I haven’t seen a single dollar.” “Thirty thousand—” Briar started. “Yes. Thirty thousand.” Cassie smiled calmly. “I want every dollar returned.” Briar frowned. “Cassie, I told you I’d handle it.” “And you haven’t.” She tilted her head. “So I’m handling it now. Transfer the money to my charity foundation account.” Briar stared at her. “Your what?” “My charity foundation account.” “You have a charity foundation account?” Cassie’s smile widened. “I do now.”

Cassian's POV It was all futile, I'd combed the entire country in search of Esme Ames To no avail. The secretary had gone to her step-sister, and the cheating boyfriend, but they weren't able to provide any information on her whereabouts. The secretary had reported to me the rude reception he was given by them both. " Have their details sent to me, have both of them fired from wherever they work, and let them learn the hard way, ban any company from hiring them," I said and went back to being disorganized.