Cassius Warrington นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Casius said softly and reached out to her but she quickly stepped back and refused to let him touch her. Cassius' expression showed hurt as he withdrew his hand and smiled forcefully. Cassius has had a huge crush on her since the day she entered his life. However, he stayed quiet for the sake of his brother’s happiness. He couldn’t spoil his brother’s joy because of his stupid feelings. However, he didn’t like it when Winnie treated him like a criminal. He was nothing like his brother. He didn’t kill people for his own pleasure. He didn’t even have a mafia clan. He just wanted to be a businessman and owned Spraggins’ group.

She had seen Caleb many times on television as the MD, but Cassian Holt was a different story altogether. Cassian Holt was a name that sparked both fear and admiration in the business world. Known for his unmatched influence and ruthless efficiency, he earned the title of an assassin for his precise and cold approach to eliminating obstacles. No one had ever seen his face—his true identity was a complete mystery. This secrecy only added to his fearsome reputation, making him a shadowy figure whose mere mention could unsettle even the most confident. Those who crossed him or fell into his web of influence often faced severe, unseen consequences.

“Then please call me Cassius.” “Good goddess! It’s good that Sera brought you here! We still haven’t thank you personally for endorsing us to your parents with Seraphine’s words as your only source. You just practically made our dreams come true! Oh, what a blessing you children are,” Mom gushed continuously, shaking Cassius’ hand repeatedly as she gently patted his shoulders. “I’m Cecil Wildfrost, and you may call me Cecil. A friend of my daughter is always welcome in our home.”

Cassie said, sniffling. "Who's Jarvis?" "Terry Walkins younger sister. The guy you ripped out his heart yesterday evening." I felt guilty when I heard her. Although I did what I had to do, I also know I just created myself an enemy. Afterall, who'd let her brother's killer go scott-free? "By the way, did I hear you call Marcellus, Alpha?" I asked as my memory jogged the name out. "Yes, he won the duel. Beat Maverick hands down." Cassie replied with a smile. Her smile however faded the next second.

“The woman is obviously not a child here, and I think that if anyone deserves to know of the bullshit that has been put on her head…” “I beg your pardon?” I asked, and Dean let out a low growl. His beta turned to face him, and shook his head. “Numbers have been put on you for your head,” Viktor said, not caring about Dean’s opinion. I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair. “May I ask who informed you and who is the one who put these numbers?” I asked, and the man looked at his Alpha. “His name is Theodore, he says that he is a messenger…”

Cass returned the hug, appreciating the genuine concern from her best friend. Cass let out a sigh, realizing she had some explaining to do. "Sit down, both of you. Let me explain," she said, motioning towards the living room. Scar and Amanda followed her, their curiosity piqued. Taking a deep breath, Cass began, "I am the one in the picture. I've been dating Marcus for a while now. He's actually my boss at Wells Holdings." Amanda's eyes widened in astonishment. "Wait, Marcus Wells? The billionaire CEO of Wells Holdings?" she exclaimed.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

Jacob approached me as I walked into the kitchen. “So what’s the deal boss, why are we here?” I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the self and a glass. I poured myself a glass and sipped it. Jacob stared at me waiting for an answer. I flashed a devilish grin at him. “We are going to war.” He looked at me, confused. “With who and why?” I finished my drink and set the glass down. “Joseph King. He shouldn’t have double-crossed me.”

his voice came out louder than he intended, the nearby conversation stopped. Warren stopped, he did not say anything, he just looked at Cassius with the kind of calm that is even more threatening than anger. “She is my fiance,” Warren said simply “where else should my hands be?” Security appeared out of nowhere, and men on black stepped at the back of Cassius. Cassius's heart heaved, his fist was tight where he was standing. Lydia grabbed his hands “stop it, everyone is watching” He shook her off, and she fell to the floor.

Finally, touches are made, and I am out of the door. I wait for the men at the foot of the stairs and they both show up. Santino as usual in an all black tuxedo while Maximo maintain his rugged look of wearing black ripped jeans, a black tight T-shirt with a black jacket. Of course, his feet are covered in boots. Both men check me out, heating my nerves as I struggle to maintain eye contact. Maximo’s look is intense as his eyes linger on my exposed thighs for a moment before he laughs a little.