Cassie Booktok Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Go ahead. Burn it all down, Sadie Sinclair. I’d pay good money to watch that fire swallow everything you think you own.” I clutched at my father’s trembling frame. Cassian stepped in my way, “Funny thing is, your dear old dad forgot to mention something. He owes me. Not just a little favor. Millions. A loan he begged for when this place was bleeding out. Guess desperation makes liars of us all.” My eyes widened. He let that sink before he continued. “Sell this place, and after the debt is covered, you’d still walk away with a couple million. Enough to start fresh somewhere else, maybe.”

“A manipulative snake who uses people like toys. Promise me you’ll stay away. He’s poison.” I’d promised. And for six years, I had. No calls, no emails, nothing. But I knew things about Cassian that Mom had tried to erase. He was filthy rich, tech empires, real estate, investments that made headlines. Two hundred grand was pocket change to him, a rounding error in his bank account. If anyone could wire the money today, it was him. I stared at his number, my cut hand throbbing. The goons’ threats echoed in my ears: Starting with you. I had no choice. My finger trembled as I hit call.

There is no job well paying enough for a high school dropout, she feels like the system is designed against her. Cassie started working at Geisel's at 19 and a year after she met her best friend, Cara, who also worked behind the counter with her. For four years the two grew fond of each other and when Cara had to watch her friend be reduced to one of Geisel's slut early this year because of Sam's treatment, it broke her. An idea pops as she watches Cassie walk away. Money from the sales of the bike, a few savings and one or two nights with one of those filthy rich old men, she could get enough for her mum's surgery.

"Hardly. I just didn't think billionaires had the time for community cooking classes." "I make time for things I find interesting." I swallowed. There was something about the way he said it, something slow and deliberate, that made my stomach twist. This was bad. Very bad. I turned back to my ingredients. "Well, don't get in my way." "Wouldn't dream of it." He replied while kneading another dough. "Show off" I cursed under my breath. GEORGE Cassie Davidson was trouble. The kind of trouble that sneaks up on you and sinks its claws in before you even realize you've been caught.

Her smile widened. “Soon enough, Zandrie Wallace will divorce you.” Madame Rima chuckled, joining her daughter in shared triumph. “Hahaha!” Then—unexpectedly—Cassie laughed too. It wasn’t brittle. It wasn’t forced. It was low, genuine, and entirely unfamiliar to them. “Well,” Cassie said as she rose, slipping her bag over her shoulder, “enjoy dreaming.” She paused, casting them one final glance. “Let’s see if CEO Wallace’s paycheck is enough to turn your fantasy into reality.”

"You don't get to throw me out of my own house." "Your house?" Jake's voice rose, the careful control finally snapping. "Your precious daddy's house, you mean. Just like everything else in your spoiled little life. You think you're so much better than me, don't you? With your trust fund and your family name and your.." "At least I didn't lose millions of other people's money on cryptocurrency scams," Cassie shot back, her own composure cracking. "At least I didn't lie to investors about nonexistent products while gambling away the development funds at a casino, masquerading as a teacher and cheating on my fiance with her now ex maid of honor . "

I would kindly request that you keep my having a bodyguard a secret from my father's enemies. "Well, I didn't think it was relevant to our agreement at first," Sassy replied, trying to keep her voice steady. She knew she couldn't afford to lose him now. "But please, Jack, can you do this for me? I promise I'll make it up to you." Jack hesitated for a moment, his eyes scanning her face carefully. "Fine," he finally relented. "I'll pretend to be your boyfriend, but you owe me one." Sassy breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that he had agreed. "Thank you, Jack. I knew I could count on you."

“Oh, Cassie. This is such an awful twisted mess!” She was speaking in riddles, and I couldn’t keep up. “Hold up, I don’t understand you. What is going on?” She breathed in shakily before she slowly explained herself. “It all started the year I met your father. I was modelling in Rome, and had just landed a big contract for a diamond company. And things seemed to be going my way, until my mother said that she was in trouble and needed fifteen thousand euros or else the man she owed a gambling debt to would kill us both.”

She doesn’t interests in shopping and painting her nails and try to look all cute and sexy, she is just as she want to be, the girl in biker shorts and leather jackets with a nude or bold lipstick without any make up. sexy in her own way, god! I groan as I read more and more about her. She holds a good degree in computer science. She could have taken job anywhere with her percentage but she choose to go with her dream, to be free, to be a car racer just as Ethan. But Ethan is exact opposite of cassie..... did is just call her cassie? How this word didn’t felt any foreign now I try it on my tongue once again. Cassie— god how would her name will sound with mine? Cassandra Ivan miller.

She has never looked more beautiful. “Why are you up so early?” Cassie asks. “I wanted to see the prettiest girl in the world before I went to class this morning.” I lean down and brush back her hair with my fingers to place a soft kiss on her hairline. When step back her cheeks are red and she’s trying to hide a smile.