Lady Dimitrescu Daughters Cassandra Novels & Stories

Cassandra said excitedly. All the women seemed surprised at what Cassandra just said, the Damien they knew would not entertain just any lady, they had tried to offer their daughter to him for alliances but the man never bulged. But now he even went out with Ella. They initially had spotted the two as they headed towards the man of the event, after that the two seemed to have disappeared. "You should never be proud of that when you don't know the kind of man he is, for all we know he could do something bad to your daughter," Gladys said, the others joined in saying the same thing, maybe it wasn't good to celebrate just yet.

a cry baby. Leticia came into her room when she finally laid down to sleep. "My lady, do you have a few minutes?" Vlora sits to lean back while the little girl next to her was in a deep sleep. "What is it, Leticia?" she asked. "I have seen the body of Lady Dasher is getting weaker by every passing day...I just think that the child is..." "I know, Leticia. What is the spell your great grandmother had cast on Lord Czar's wife, Lady Athena?" Vlora asked impassively.

She pulled out her phone and showed me an old, faded photograph. It was Lucian — much younger, maybe thirty — standing with a beautiful woman who looked strikingly like Bella. They were smiling at a rooftop party in New York. “That’s my mother,” Bella said softly. “Cassandra. This was taken two weeks before I was conceived.” I stared at the photo, my chest tightening. Lucian looked happy in a reckless, dangerous way — the version of him before he became the controlled man I married.

Risma, Cesilia's mother, asked, pointing at Casandra, who was still sitting in her place. Casandra stood up and reached out to Risma. "Let me introduce myself, my name is Casandra, Ma'am. I am the house assistant of Mr. Alexander and Cesilia. I was sent here by Mrs. Meri to deliver lunch to Mr. Alexander." Risma nodded her head. "Oh, you must be Lastri's daughter, right?" Risma asked again, looking at Casandra from head to toe. She didn't look like a house assistant, but her intuition told her that Casandra must be related to Lastri, Alexander's house assistant. From her facial expressions and gaze, she looked exactly like Lastri who used to work at her daughter's house.

My father called and I walked over to meet them. “This is Cassandra, my daughter.” He turned to me. “This is Alpha and Luna Hudson.” I moved to bow my head but the woman pulled me and embraced me. “You are such a gorgeous girl.” She said, a warm smile on her face. “Thank you Luna Hudson. It’s nice to meet you.” I replied. She hugged me one more time. “Call me Florence beautiful girl.” They exchanged greetings one more time before we all moved to the table. I looked back to see if anyone else was coming but nothing.

She had seen the rumors, she had heard the whispers, and she had been monitoring Isabelle’s progress with a quiet, seething contempt. She had watched Isabelle walk in, a small, unassuming figure in a sea of diamonds and designer gowns. She had scoffed. A former florist? A nobody? How had she, Cassandra, the daughter of a powerful family, a woman who had spent her life preparing to be Damian Villareal’s wife, lost him to this? The thought was a torment. It was a small, nagging wound in her perfect life.

then turned cold again toward Bernard. “Touch my mother’s past again, and I’ll make sure you’re the first to leave this dynasty.” Bernard was silent. The others also bowed their heads, not daring to add fuel to the fire. ** After dinner, a woman of Damian’s age approached them. She was tall, with golden brown hair and an elegance that concealed a sharper gaze. Viona Leonard Moreau—daughter of Leonard, one of Evelyn’s most ambitious nephews. “Mr. Cassel.” Viona smiled beautifully, her attitude overly friendly.

Sienna turned and came face-to-face with a tall woman in red satin, perfectly sculpted features, and cruel eyes. “I’m Cassandra,” the woman said, tilting her head. “Old… friend of Damien’s.” Sienna smiled politely. “Nice to meet you.” Cassandra’s eyes flicked to her gown, then back to her face. “You clean up well—for a maid’s daughter.” The glass in Sienna’s hand trembled. But she didn’t speak. “Oh, don’t look so surprised,” Cassandra said with a smirk. “You think people around here don’t talk? Everyone knows your little Cinderella story. Only problem is, in real life, the prince doesn't love the maid.”

Dawn took the brunette’s hand, offering her silent support as Lillian proceeded to explain. “Your mother wasn’t just my closest friend, she was actually my cousin” the forty three year old took a breath to compose herself as this story wasn’t going to be an easy one to tell but she had to tell it, Lena had the right to know “Her real name was Cassandra Endora. She and I were extremely close as kids until her parents, your grandparents fell to the temptations of dark magic. Cassie did her best to stay out of it but given that she was only twelve, she didn’t have enough strength to fight it. Not when both her mother and father were pushing those ways onto her”.

Princess Victoria was made to sit right next to Queen Sity, who was busy, once again, choosing only red Jewelries for her daughter. The queen's two sisters, Emilia and Merry were sitting opposite from each other next to their daughters. Layla looked very uncomfortable looking at the jewelries while Cilvia, for once, looked like she was enjoying her time. I wondered if it was because Barlion had stopped Damon from hurting her and her mother. Next to Merry and Cilvia, Cassandra sat with her daughter Julia and both woman turned to me with a glare. I understood why Cassandra was glaring at me. She hadn't likes me since day one.