Tangled: The Series: Cassandra Novels & Stories

I didn’t care. I'm going to destroy Edoardo Gagliano. _________ CASSANDRA'S POV~ I was still on the ground, curled into myself like a discarded thing, my knees tucked up, my wrists aching where the ropes bit into them. The cold of the concrete had seeped through my skin and into my soul. But I didn’t shiver. I didn’t move. I just stared. The world around me blurred, muted, like I wasn’t really there anymore. Edoardo’s voice echoed harshly in the background, barking furious Italian into his phone. His men moved around, guns ready, eyes cold.

He grabbed Trent by the collar, lifting him slightly off the ground, the tension in the air was thick. Cassie stumbled back, her hands instinctively covered her mouth. She felt hollow inside, every part of her screaming betrayal and heartbreak. How had everyone Trent, Arden, even herself become a part of this twisted mess? Cassie tried to grab Arden’s arm, to hold him back, to calm him down. “Arden, stop! Please!” she cried, but he wasn’t listening. Not even a flicker of hesitation. His eyes burned with fury, his every muscle coiled like a predator ready to strike.

Dear Readers, As we close the final chapter of *Tangled Truths*, I find myself filled with gratitude and emotion. This journey with Lucas and Flora—from adversaries to soulmates, through betrayal and redemption, death and rebirth—has been an extraordinary one to share with you. Your messages, comments, and unwavering support have meant everything to me throughout this series.

She was wearing the deep green and her hair was up and the mate mark at her neck was visible and she walked toward us with the unhurried directness she carried everywhere and looked at Kaden with clear grey eyes. "Alpha Kaden," she said. "I am Cassandra. I understand your territory borders the Velden pack." Kaden looked at her for a moment. "It does," he said. "Then you felt the Velden binding break last week," she said. "We all felt it," he said carefully. "Some more clearly than others." "What did it feel like from your side of the border?" she said.

He said looking at the beautiful lady standing by his office door. Hearing his approving voice, Cassandra walked into the office with her both hands bent backwards. She was wearing black blazers above her white crop top. Her long legs were covered by black leggings and her hair was put in a ponytail leaving some baby hairs falling on her forehead. 'Simple yet elegant.' Tobias thought of her outfit. While she neared the table which Tobias was leaning on, she stopped on her tracks and looked at him with her golden brown eyes. She wanted to tell him something but the respect she has for him was making it so difficult to say her thoughts aloud.

Cassandra, the only one who could’ve helped us piece this puzzle together was hanging on by a thread. By the time I reached her quarters, chaos had erupted. The floor was smeared with blood, and Cassandra lay limp on the couch, her skin pale, lips trembling. One of my men tried to stop the bleeding on her side. Her eyes fluttered open when I knelt beside her. “Who did this to you, Cass?” I whispered, gripping her hand. She tried to speak, but blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. “T…they found out,” she breathed. “The tunnel… it leads to the east wing… Queen… she—”

A shadowy figure moved swiftly through a dimly lit corridor, her cloak billowing behind her as she glanced around cautiously. I smirked slightly, a surge of pride swelling in my chest. Selena had ensured that technology reached even the farthest regions of our world, seamlessly connecting the shifter and supernatural realms. Now, that innovation was playing a crucial role in our war. Jasper pointed at the screen. “She’s my royal witch, Cassandra. I’ve been suspicious of her for a few days. Now, I finally have proof that she’s been secretly helping someone. I planted a tracker in her staff, and I’m close to finding out exactly where she’s going.”

Just play the victim. Cassandra brought out a red strand of hair that belonged to Scarlett, she cut it during a tone when Scarlett hugged her, Cassandra walked close to the cauldron and dropped the strand of hair inside. They began making making incantation and the cauldron began boiling more and more. "The valley of sex" Demona made a deformed smirked and gave the petal of flower to Cassandra as she dropped it in, the liquid violently bubbled up.

Paranoia is an infection, and I’ve just nicked the artery. I opened the comms line. “Status on Cassandra?” “En route,” the operator responds. “Landing within the hour.” Good. Cassandra is a scalpel. Where Renner was chaos, Cassandra is order. Precise, unrelenting, meticulous. She doesn’t need to break people with violence—she breaks them with understanding. She finds the fractures already there and presses, gently, until they split. I hand picked her for this. “Prep the room,” I say. “Make sure it’s clean. I want her to feel welcomed.”

It fought me, wanting out, wanting blood, wanting to burn everything that hurt. "Good," Derek said, finally releasing me. "Now we disappear. Blend. Learn." We found rooms in the servant quarters, small but clean. That night, Cassia vanished, returning an hour later with a young man whose phoenix fire burned strange—silver instead of gold. "This is Tavin," she said. "He's been my contact inside for three years." Tavin looked maybe twenty, with scars across his neck like someone had tried to cut his throat and failed. His eyes darted constantly, never still, never trusting.