Cassie Wilson Husband Novels & Stories

Yet even as she said it, her heart knew—he hadn’t come for the view. “I was looking for you,” Ashton said quietly, sincerity threading through his voice. “I knew you’d be overwhelmed by all the pretense tonight.” Cassie let out a soft, humorless breath. “And how are you so sure, CEO Pierce?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him. “Since marrying Zandrie Wallace, I’ve grown accustomed to events like these.” “As accustomed as you claim to be,” Ashton countered, glancing at her from the corner of his eye, “your husband doesn’t even seem to care where you are. He’s far too busy enjoying the wine—and the moment.”

“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.”

I introduced. “Hi, Mrs Helene.” “I’m Cassie’s husband, and it’s an honor to finally meet you.” “Thank you for birthing such a wonderful, brave, caring, and thoughtful human. Cassie means everything to me. I adore her so much. She’s the only woman who has made me feel things that I have never felt in my life.” “It’s so crazy that I cannot imagine a life without her. She’s really a treasure to be cherished, and I give you my word that she is in good hands.”

“I wouldn’t ask him. I was just hoping you might have some ideas about who I could ask. Would Cassie’s husband do it?” Peyton’s sister Cassie was married to Brian Colleen, one of Australia’s youngest billionaires and the owner of a luxury domestic airline. “Doubtful,” Peyton said. “He and Cassie are being really squirrelly about something. I think they might be pregnant,” she hissed. “But you didn’t hear that from me. Besides, Brian is notoriously camera-shy. He hates doing any sort of publicity or having his face in the media. I could ask Declan…”

“ That he, your husband, yells at you. And in her innocence, Sula scoffed when she heard her father call her the refrigerator. Don't worry, because Clara told me laughing too, they don't know what that means. What worries me is that Clara told me that her little friend said you've been hiding in her room to avoid sleeping with her father. I don't want to and can't invade your personal life, Cassie, I just want to tell you that you can count on me as your friend if you want to get something off your chest, okay?” Cassie stood up, gathered her things and went to the edge of the pool to call her daughter. Without realising that she was in another pool ahead. Walking back to where Kelly was stil

He can’t wait for his wife to give details but she doesn’t. Mathias can’t let this subject just go silent. “You sure?” Emily giggles at something she sees on the screen before answering. “Just found out.” Mathias’s mind is racing. What the hell is she talking about? Cassie… has a boyfriend? “How do you know it?” He keeps asking without thinking. This time his wife doesn’t reply right away, she keeps sliding her finger on the screen.

Cassie pov. Mark didn't blink. He just stood there with that dark smile, waiting for my world to fall apart. “They want my vote to kick David out, Cassie,” he said again, his voice dropping into a low, smooth whisper that made my stomach twist. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn't give it to them.” My heart hammered against my ribs so hard it hurt. I stared at him, looking at the exact same face as the man I had married five days ago, but everything else was different.

"Well, I was young and single that time. I didn't have a husband or a daughter that I left behind." "Except for me, you left me remember. And besides Jake is my ex-husband, we are no longer married. As for Simone, with my current situation I don't think I'll be capable of taking care of her. Look at me I can't even take care of myself." I stated. "Point taken, let's just not talk about it now. I don't really want to upset you." Cassie smiled as we got closer to their house. "Please don't hate me?" She stated as we made our way inside the house.

I watched him see it. I watched the precise, gearbygear moment his entire face fell apart. "Cassidy," he whispered. "What is that." I smiled. It was not a kind smile. It was not a sweet smile. It was, for the first time in five years, the smile of a woman who was no longer trying to make the world more comfortable for the man in front of her. "Tristan," I said softly. "I'd like you to meet my husband." His mouth opened.

“Follow me.” “To where? I don’t want to ignite fresh rumours.” His wedding with Cassie had become the talk of the town. All sectors of entertainment had something to say about it. Designers pitched to make her their bridal muse. Celebrity photographers wanted to handle the pictures. I stayed off social media for the sake of my mental health. The last thing I wanted was to get roped in with him again. “I ended things with Cassie,” he blurted out. “Your marriage with Edgar means nothing. Will you follow me now?”