Cassie Booktok Net Worth Novels & Stories

One of the most vocal opponents of corporate exploitation, Jonah Reyes, was in the center, a man Cassie knew from her studies. As they came closer, he examined them. "Nicholas Scott," he remarked in a doubtful tone. "I didn't anticipate seeing you here." Nicholas's expression didn't change. "I could say that about you, too." Jonah turned to Cassie after grinning. “Cassandra Scott, too. The popular artist who became a philanthropist. Why are you on the town's people's side?" Cassie's chin went up. "A suggestion." Jonah folded his arms. "You think we'll collaborate with a man who stands for everything we oppose?"

Zoey was worried Caspian couldn't hold the wedding as promised. She offered, "Caspian, let me know if you have financial difficulties. I hope for Willow to have a proper wedding, too." "You? Do novelists have deep pockets?" Caspian asked calmly. "Hmph! Are you looking down on me? I'm a pretty well-known author. I can earn up to tens of thousands a month!" Zoey replied proudly. Caspian was surprised. "Oh, you can earn that much?" He was adept in military affairs but didn't understand much about matters like this.

She sniffled, her bottom lip trembling. “If that’s true, why didn’t you just come to me?” I asked, stepping closer. “Why didn’t you reach out to my team or file a private claim? Why did you go straight to social media to attack me? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Cassie let out a small, pathetic whimper, looking up at me through her thick lashes. “I’m a nobody, Jasmine. I have no money, no connections, nothing. I thought the only way I could ever get through to you, the only way you’d actually look at me, was through a livestream. I mean... you had all the power in the world, and it was a livestream you used to ruin your ex-husband, wasn’t it?”

No one should know that. Cassie smiled brightly when she saw me and I could tell she was resisting the urge to hug me. I hugged her to reduce our awkwardness making her chuckle happily. She was dressed in a simple tight jeans and shirt with white sneakers, her red hair in a ponytail and her lips perfectly coated in a red lipstick that matched her hair. No one would ever know she's got a whole lotta money at first glance. At second glance, her glistening necklace and bracelets, along with those rings on her fingers and ears that cost a lot would confirm her wealth.

She looked beautiful, confident, and completely out of my reach—a true queen looking down at the world she had conquered. "She took it all, Finn!" Cassie screamed, violently shaking my shoulder, her vanity souring into an ugly, frantic desperation. "The foundation assets are worth four billion dollars! That was supposed to be your trust fund next year! We're broke! We can't even afford the deposit on a decent apartment! You have to do something! We need to fight back! We need to leak the truth to the media!" "The truth?" I whispered, a hollow, manic laugh bubbling in my throat as I turned my head to look at her.

I let out a snicker and nodded earnestly. “Don’t worry. They are all untouched.” … Caught in the temptation of hot hunks and wealth, Cassie pulled together a million bucks in just three days. With the funds hitting my account, I graciously pulled up the social media profiles of the three boyfriends and asked Cassie which one she’d like to begin with. After much consideration, Cassie chose to unlock Camden Forest, a young scientific prodigy. “I’ll go with him. He’s like the boy-next-door type, very approachable. I should get him wrapped around my finger in no time.”

Hope lets out, "So we could have to deal with another fucking witch?" Cassie sighs, nods and looks down. "Well, we might not have to," I chime in with some positivity my sister rolls her eyes at, "Do you think she'll want to bewitch a man as well?" "No, she doesn’t do that yet. She’s only twenty, not nearly as strong or experienced as Ozzy and she doesn't have a coven yet, so she’s weak. She's trying to build the base so she can start scamming men soon. Her money right now comes from regular crime and sex work," she says, like it's no big deal. But, oh well, at least I won't have to worry about Farrow falling for yet another mate-trap.

Sharon nodded. “I will give you a call when everything is ready.” After they had discussed some more, Cassie picked up her bag and walked out. However, she bumped into someone. She raised her head and saw that it was Ethan. She hadn’t seen him since the time at the wolves’ mansion. She wanted to avoid him but he held her back. “Tell me what you are planning to do.” He knew Cassie very well, maybe he didn’t really know her but he knew that Cassie does not fancy valuable things. Cassie would never spend a whole Hundred million dollars on an ordinary necklace.

I replied, still pacing. Cas stood up and held me against his chest, his chest hair tickling my face. “They can reach it when they’re old enough, and in the meantime, you’re the only one that’s able to take any money out of the trust. You’re free to do with it what you want. I’ll make more. Or I won't, and you can be my sugar momma.” “It’s not a joke.” Cas grabbed my face in his hands, making me look up at him. “I made that decision before calling you, because I would rather see that money go to you and the girls than to Kennedy. And a lot went to taxes. Like 40 percent or something.”

“Go ahead. Borrow money. If you can scrape together three million, maybe you’ll earn the right to keep playing with me.” I glanced at the phone and didn’t touch it. The trash around the table had already started circling me like vultures. “What’s wrong, little Cassie? Scared?” “You don’t even need a loan.” “Take your clothes off right now. One piece at a time. I’ll lend you a thousand for each one.” “Strip naked and I’ll give you ten grand.” “At that rate, how many years is it gonna take her to make thirty million?” Someone grabbed my wrist.