Cassie Booktok Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Do you keep track?” Cassia bit her lower lip, looking for a suitable response. “I… I read it somewhere.” It was a lie. Dorian barked a laugh. “Since when do you read anything other than your smut? Besides, Kael makes a fortune off mystery. He doesn’t even do interviews and he makes the critics foam at the mouth.” Kael didn’t reply immediately, instead he reached for the breadbasket and slid it toward Cassia, his fingers brushing hers for a second too long. “I never knew you kept tabs, brother.”

She was in a rumpled robe, coffee mug in hand, steam rising like her temper. But her smile was triumphant, eyes gleaming with victory. “Welcome to your new life, Cassidy,” she said, sipping her coffee with a smirk. “Try not to fuck it up like you always do. Victor’s a powerful man—richer than God, connected everywhere. This marriage is my ticket out of mediocrity, and you’re going to help me ride it. Smile pretty, keep your mouth shut, and maybe I’ll let you keep seeing your daddy on weekends.”

If I opened a business and managed to reach the top all on my own, then definitely, I would finally be able to stand up for myself. You know what, fuck that. I was a big deal with or without the money. I had billionaires all around me. I didn't even have to get to the top first. I had my freedom now and that was something I would take more seriously from now on. I would leave this apartment and start a better life somewhere else. I was done being everybody's bitch and doing whatever they wanted. I was done being treated like a little more than a maid. This is the new Cassie and she is here to stay.

“But someone just used your credentials to transfer what’s left of Edward’s hidden assets… to the company that triggered this whole damn thing.” The screen blinked again. A new message popped up. “This was never about proving you were the heir, Cassie. It was about making you look like one. Congratulations. The world believes it now.” Margaret’s voice cut through the panic. “Cassie… you’re trending again.” Cassie turned, eyes wide. “For what?” Margaret stared at the screen. “For stealing the empire.”

suddenly a voice stunned me. I turned around. It's Amy. Casie: "Hey Amy how are you? Yes, I had a good day. Sam is really very supportive and a great help with training." I don't know why I replied this even though this guy gets on my nerves. Amy:" I am glad you have a great day." Casie: "Amy if you don't mind me asking you, you told you are the princess of Angelina. How you came here? I mean since how long you are living here"

Currently, the only money she owed were her student loans which she planned to pay back once she got a more decently paying job offer. A few nights after they first met, a drunken Cassie had been complaining about how much she hated leaving her siblings behind in an empty house without any form of entertainment, Isabel had jumped to the rescue and provided Cassie with a list of N*****x passwords that she had curated from her various clients. Smiling wildly, Isabel fished out a bill from her dress and placed it on the tray Cassie was carrying. She plucked off a drink and then paused before bringing it to her lips. “And how about you? How are you holding up?” She asked.

Cassie wore an old T-shirt she’d borrowed the week she moved in — it still smelled faintly like Cora’s vanilla shampoo. Three months. That’s how long Cassie had been here. She’d sold everything after the divorce. Handbags, shoes, jewelry. It was almost laughable how little it all amounted to. For someone who came from money and married into more, she’d never known how to spend it. Her biggest indulgences had always been novels and cappuccinos. She once bought Trent a car, but he’d never so much as remembered her birthday.

It was always Cassie's source of confidence when her younger tomboyish self tried to take over her head space and cast doubts in her mind. Fully dressed in the lingerie Tony asked for, she looked like a p**n star. A hot one. And even with the extra layer of clothes she put over said lingerie, to make the striptease more exciting, she knew she was a knockout. There's a reason she can charge $1,200 for an hour of her time and men like her cousin were willing to pay it. He paid for this. What a weird thought. Cassie took a long look at herself and worked up the nerve to proceed.

At least this was what in her thoughts that was going for a long time now as time passes by. Tears formed at the women eyes as her introduction line up and on beside her when a pop up and big characters appeared. When her introduction was invisible next to her, a pool of water appeared at the Sotiras and Heroes feet while Cassie kept crying but still stubbornly look at Kate, wanting to get an answer for her question that desperately needed a response immediately to calm her agitated heart right now. Name: Cassie Ver Age: 32 years old Status: Married Children: 8 kids, 1 college student

“What the fuck? People pay that?” “Those houses are really, really huge. And they come furnished.” He explains like that makes it any better. Ten million a month, twelve months in a year is one hundred and twenty million a year. Between two houses? Two hundred and forty. Just how rich is this guy? As if sensing my thoughts, Cassiel answered the unspoken question. “I’m vastly wealthy, but I used a lot of my inheritance and money as a child to reform this pack. You don’t even want to know how much it took to clear out the gangs, pay for mercenaries before I trained my own, adding on my sister's medical bills and Rhysland’s school life, plus the money I paid to bury information or get insider s