Cassie Hack Novels & Stories

⸻ The war has already started. This time, I’m not the one on trial. I’m the one holding the match. -CASSIAN HALE- The city wakes before I do. And when I finally open my eyes, it’s already talking about me. It’s afternoon. My phone won’t stop buzzing. Messages. Missed calls. Headlines. All screaming the same thing in different fonts. Billionaire Cassian Hale caught in altercation with Mrs. Halenti. Mrs. Halenti defends herself from “unwanted contact.”

“She said she will assign us on the cleaning department.” “What department are you, Cassie?” Bailey asked out of the blue. Serene and Linette turned to her with a surprise look. Bailey doesn't like subtext. She needs answer right away. That's how she handle things. Cassie glanced at her, tapping the beauty mask on her face. “It's not like a secret though. I'm a private attendant.” Serene gave Cassie a second look. Bailey got all excited when she heard it. “You are? How was it? How much money you make?” Cassie smirked at Bailey's reaction. She make tons of money by all the tips of her customer, but she wants Bailey to get all curious.

She clenched the stem of the glass until it cracked, red wine dripping onto her palm like blood. Cassie Montgomery. That name had become a curse on her tongue. The intern who had ruined everything. The girl who had replaced her and the girl Nicholas had looked at with an affection he’d never shown her, not even in the early days. “You took what was mine,” she whispered to the empty room. “And you’ll pay for it.” She picked up her phone and scrolled through an old contact, which was Ryan. Her lips twisted. “You’ve served your purpose,” she murmured. “But maybe you still have some use left.”

Dante's POV The words stung, dredging up old guilts, but I pushed them down. Ruthless? Yes, in business. But with Cassidy, it was different—vulnerability shared, not weaponized. I thought of her earlier that night, curled on the couch in my shirt, trusting me implicitly even as shadows loomed. “Cassidy knows me—all of me. The breakdowns, the rebuilds. She doesn’t run from the ugly parts; she faces them with me. That’s trust, Evelyn. Something you never grasped. You saw relationships as mergers—assets and liabilities. When I became a liability, you cut losses. But this? Stalking, harassment, attempting corporate sabotage by leaking merger details? That’s not payback; it’s criminal. Mara’s got

The best ass I've ever had the pleasure of coming in or on. My fingers are trembling, nearly unable to grasp her panties, but the desire to undress her wins out and I grab her lace thong and unsheathe her peachy derrière. Jesus, she's perfect. Thank God the tattoo stayed. I'm coming on that as well, later. I kiss it and her lower back dimples. I couldn't help myself and bite her ass cheek, brush the tip of my middle finger across her opening, and find she's saturated. I still don't want to break the spell, but fuck, I want to say I'm right there, too. It's been so long since I felt anything like this. She steps back to ask me to slide my fingers into her, the sweetness of her fragrance wafti

I understood their apprehension, despite my disappointment. Though my physical scars had healed, the emotional wounds remained. I struggled with nightmares and insomnia whenever my sister was not nearby. Everything changed when I met Cassie. She is an extraordinary woman—a stranger, a single mother, and a friend of my sister’s. Yet, I felt an immediate and profound connection with her, as though we had known each other forever. Cassie became my anchor, offering safety, peace of mind, and perhaps even happiness. She was the one who finally helped me find the peace I had been desperately seeking.

"I can't believe I am doing this!" I, Cassidy Black, ran my fingers through my strawberry-blonde hair. I was on speakerphone with my friend, Becky. “Don’t overthink it, Cass. It’s not as bad as you think, given your circumstances,” said my friend.

She wanted to leave as soon as possible, that's why she only gave him a nod instead of a cheerful good morning. Now, she is riding her bike to L’etoile Pastry, disappointed in herself. Cassie is dying to learn how Mathias ended up stuck in a marriage with that woman. They have nothing in common, for God’s sake! Her hands tighten around the handlebar and she pedals faster. Maybe the information Aunt Gilda knows is about this. Maybe there is a connection between that thing she knows and Mathias’s current situation. Cassie needs to visit her beauty center as soon as possible and learn Emily Raptis’s dark secret.

“You know what ?cancel all my appointments for today I have something important that needs my presence “ jack said disconnecting the call and waking out of the elevator. The doorbell rang making Cassy running towards the door as she was expecting jack Cassy hugged jack crying immediately she opened the door and saw that he was actually the one “ what happened “ jack asked caressing Cassy’s hair “ I just don’t want to talk about it “ Cassy said rubbing her eyes “ let’s go inside everything will be fine “ Jack comforted her as both entered the sitting room Even though she doesn’t speak about what it was jack sure knows how to dig things so he decided to send Jasper his private investigator a m

Ruby would have rather sat far from Cassie but she needed information on why Taylor was in the office so she took the seat between Ethan and Cassie The steaming mug of coffee in front of her warmed her up, lately, she had been feeling some type of way especially with the whole Taylor thing. “You look so pale”Cassie commented Cassie had now earned the name ‘hawk eye’ because she never failed to miss anything. Ruby ignored her comment as she sipped her coffee, just like Ethan, she had learnt to ignore and accommodate Cassie. “Did you hear about Mr. Jacobin's girlfriend?” Cassie said to Stacy who worked in the accounting department.