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"I know that I am just going to have to roll with it and see what tomorrow night brings. Daniel is going to the club undercover, and we have video surveillance at her house, so we should have all the bases covered." Cassie leaned forward, scooped Mooch up, and nuzzled her face to his chubby neck. She wanted to talk about her wandering vagina, but she was afraid of being judged. Eryn could read her like a book. "What aren't you telling me?" "I think I might be a nymphomaniac, or hypersexual, or something," Cassie blurted it out while she had the courage.

“And we were just walking on the beach when this happened. Plenty of witnesses around to prove it. Now, onto the reason why I am here. Do you remember John Myles?” “I always hated that cocksucker,” Charlie says, nodding and looking down at the small pad of paper in his hands. “What about him?” Devin gestures his hand toward me, his smile a telling sign of his excitement that he is trying to hide. “This is my girlfriend, Cassie.”

Romona glared at her. " I will be waiting" Cassie smiled, still not letting her go. Cassandra was the first friend Romona made instantly she stepped her feet into the company. And ever since then, she came worst than Annabel. Cassie is the definition of beauty. Long blonde hair, emerald eyes, pink heart-shaped lips. She's tall, slim but very shapey. Every other person was scared to talk her because she was the boss's fiancee but Cassie wasn't. A girl who can stand up against her boss.

“That's a nice name.” “Thanks. What's your name?” “Cassidy. But everyone calls me Cassie.” She shrugged. “I actually like being Cassie better than Cassidy. Cassidy sounds like I'm a cowboy. Like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.” She looked up at him with big eyes. “You probably get that a lot too. Not the butch part. Just the cowboy part.” “If I had a dollar for every time someone said, 'like the cowboy,' I'd be a millionaire.”

In the air. In her chest. In the flame she carried. Her fingers trembled slightly as she closed the book and turned around. “Nova,” a voice said, crisp and smooth. “I thought I’d find you here.” She froze. Because she knew that voice. Because it belonged to him. The one person she hadn’t spoken to in three years. Liam Caldwell. Billionaire tech strategist. Co-founder of the global fintech empire known as Veritas. Cassie’s godson.

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

“Alright, I’ll let you go. But first, you could at least tell me your name. Seems like a fair trade for saving your life.” I hesitated, narrowing my eyes at him. What was his game? Still, it wasn’t like telling him my name would cost me anything. “Cassandra,” I said finally. “Or Cassie. Now let me pass. I’m leaving. Thanks for saving me.” Zero stepped aside, his smirk returning. “Nice to meet you, Cassie.”

She pulled it out with a trembling hand and stared at the glowing screen. She opened one of her anonymous accounts. For a moment, she just stared at the blank text box. Then words poured out of her like rain. “You people don’t know the truth about Cassie. I’m a long-distance relative of hers. She’s not the angel you think. She was always rude, selfish, and abusive, even to her own family. Trust me, I know. And I'm sure she's with her ex-husband's rival now because that's who she is. Always an attention seeker. This industry doesn't need such people.”

Father said, his voice even. “Don’t worry, Ledger. I got this.” Cassie whispered with a gentle touch on my arm. Then she turned to face him directly. “I’m Cassie Monroe,” she said clearly, sitting a little taller. “Journalism major. Editor for the Monarch Weekly. And your son’s girlfriend.” The room went still. Cassie didn’t blink. “I know who you are, sir. And I’m not here to impress you. I’m here because it's where Ledger wanted me to be.”

I wanted people of my own and to be normal enough to actually accomplish that. “Cassie Turner. She’s in the same lectures as me at uni.” It wasn’t like there was anything in my description that could convince him that Cassie was safe. There just wasn’t anything I could say, the truth was that even if I knew everything about Cassie, he wouldn’t be convinced, anyway.