Cassie Husband Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes as if letting the past come back to control her—bringing her to a painful time for her to remember. “Because… John and I only have one child,” she answered bitterly. Claire looked up, she looked at Josephine without asking anything, but she was sure that Josephine could read all the questions in her head. One child… What does that mean? “John,” Josephine took a deep breath, “John and I were married when he was still living in Italy. His father's company is in the United States, but it's just a cover-up to hide the truth about their dark business.”

He couldn’t have been older than five, but his presence was undeniable. “Well, Mr. Rossi,” I said, matching his formal tone, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Cassie.” He nodded curtly, his expression stoic and unwavering. “I know who you are,” he replied matter-of-factly. “You’re Alessandro’s wife. He told me about you.” I froze, my smile faltering. “Alessandro told you about me?”

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

I heard myself asking in a startlingly calm voice. Harvey rubbed his nose and replied, "No, but Cassie's husband can't possibly raise her alone. A child needs motherly love too. If he remarries, who knows what her stepmother will be like? Her life will be miserable." I once heard a love quote that went something like, "If you love someone deep enough, you plan for their future." I couldn't relate much back then, but now, it hit me like a blow and broke me apart. "Those are just your assumptions."

Ustadz regarding what their children wanted. "Well, we agree with your idea, the important thing is that you are already legally husband and wife in the eyes of religion and the state, papa is already happy. Since we have followed what you want, it means you also have to follow what we want," said Mr. Aditya. "What Mr. Aditya said is true, we have decided to accelerate the time of your wedding, in two weeks you two will be married in this house," continued Mr. Adi.

Cassie asks, noticing that he had a look of worry written all over his face “Yes, I am. Where are you heading to?” her dad quizzes, curiously “Brandon has the day off at work, so we’re heading to Rogers” Cassie tells him “Nice. Alexander and I have something to tell you, and the boys during dinner, so please make it” her dad tells her “Is something wrong? Are you two breaking up?” Cassie asks, worry in her eyes “Wait, what?” her dad asks, laughing out loud “What?” Cassie replies, now confused

Cassie stated. “Who could’ve thought that this jerk would be my husband soon?” Gabby stated laughing. “I never expected that he would have the balls to ask me.” “I’m right here sweetheart.” Jake stated laughing. “I never thought that you’d say yes but you did so thank you.” “You two are so perfect for each other.” Cassie stated. “I wish I met a man that would swift me off my feet and marry me.” “You don’t even date, how can you find one?” Cole teased.

Cassie gritted her teeth, completely furious. “I fucking hate you.” I chuckled. “Tell me something I don't know.” Her lips trembled. She tried to pull her hand out of mine, but my grip was too tight. “You don’t deserve Lucien. You tried to kill him. Even now, you still don’t care about him. If you did, you’d have ended things with your joke of a husband ever since.” Cassie had no idea why I was still with Edgar. She didn’t deserve to know either, so i was just going to let her go on and assume whattver she fucking wanted.

"So what now? You've told me about Paris. What's next - do I get a knock on the door from Celine with more edited footage of your honeymoon that never was?" "That marriage wasn't real, Cassie. We were drunk. It was annulled six years ago. She's twisting the facts." "Except there's no annulment record. Just her marriage certificate and conveniently edited footage. You understand how that makes me feel, right?" I was trying to hold myself together, but my voice cracked anyway. "Like I don't know the man I'm falling for." His gaze snapped to mine. "You're still falling?" Silence. "Don't," I said. "Don't twist my words to make yourself feel better."

“That’s not how I do business.” I clenched my jaw. “Then what do you want?” Cassiel stopped just inches away and I could smell the faint scent of whiskey and something darker—power, control. “I want you.” The words hit me like a slap. Cassiel let the silence sink in before continuing. “As my husband.” I recoiled as if burned. “Are you insane?” Cassiel only smiled. “Not at all. You need me, and I find myself in need of a… companion.”