Lady Dimitrescu Daughters Cassandra Novels & Stories

the older man slurred, his alcohol limit having been reached at least three drinks prior to the one he held in his hand. “Doctor Gregor, you already know this particular young lady,” Laryssa smiled, albeit coldly. “This is Georgio’s daughter, Cassandra.” The older man looked me up and down, his glasses sliding down his nose slightly. “Ah, I see it now. But you have grown up to be a beauty, haven’t you?” I could see Vasilios’s expression harden and he stepped toward me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Oh, my mate certainly is the most gorgeous woman I have ever met.”

But why would she hide? 'Why did you hide?' Sia raises her nonexistent eyebrows. Fine, I got it. Focus back on the topic. Peter continues. "Yes! Of course. There is only one Lady Cassandra as far as I know. Everyone loves her. Jessica is her daughter." I cup my mouth to muffle my scream. Oh my Moon God! Jessica is the daughter of my idol!!!! "Salty sugars! I had no idea!" Tessa gasps as her hazel eyes round up like buttons.

The voice said, and then the owner of the voice stood at the entrance. Cassandra let go of Lyon and turned to the door to see who dared her. The lady who had spoken entered the room fully, and the house helped run to Lyon and dragged him to stand behind the lady even when she had no idea who she was. "Who are you?" Cassandra asked. "You must be Cassandra, anyways, I am Michelle Madavaski, Kendrick Madavaski's cousin." Cassandra quickly gulped air down her throat and bit her lower lip as she blinked continuously.

"Cassandra would never do such a thing." "It is the absolute truth," Davis said smoothly. He turned around, walked back to the chair near the window, and sat down. He crossed one leg over the other, resting his hands on his lap as he looked up at Dimitri with cold, calculated eyes. "Your wife has been playing a very long, very quiet game, Dimitri. She has been playing it right under your nose for years. She wanted absolute control over the Castillo family's assets. She wanted power. And she proved that she was completely willing to destroy anyone who got in her way to get it." "That makes zero sense," Dimitri said, taking a step toward Davis, his jaw tight.

Louis gave a subtle nod, letting the moment linger just enough to amuse without overplaying it. As the charity ball drew to a close, guests began gathering their things, exchanging farewells and congratulations. Cassandra prepared to leave with Hayden and the Sterling Heights staff, moving gracefully through the clusters of guests. But Hayden’s phone rang, and he stepped aside to answer, leaving Cassandra momentarily on her own. Before she could decide what to do, Dimitri appeared beside her. “I will give you a ride,” he offered, calm and measured, his presence commanding yet unobtrusive.

he winked slyly but he wasn't done yet "Hey! Strange person I don't know, stop acting so innocent. It's not as if you haven't been with a guy" "Jin! Can you stop embarrassing the poor girl any further" Caitlin saved her the chance of replying to his remarks. "She's Cassandra, Damon's childhood friend. She just got back from Scotland today. Cassandra meet Jin, Damon's nasty cousin and the second young master of the Weston family". "A very pleasant welcome to you Cassandra, what brings you back here?" He asked sarcastically. "Did you fall in love with someone?" "She came here to find a suitable guy to get married to"George answered.

This time, the duchess had not come off the victor and had left Eastland hall in a towering rage. Pleading illness, Cassy had managed to cry off the rigours of the fox hunt and had wisely remained in her room until all the guests had departed. She had watched from her window as Rebecca Spencer climbed into her carriage, her pale face set and angry, and had wondered what had passed between her and the duke. Not that she really cared, Cassy told herself, but was only curious. Who was the mysterious Hathaway, whose name had caused Eastland to change his mind? She'd probably never know.