Tangled: The Series: Cassandra Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You don’t understand, Hardy. I didn’t want this. I never wanted to hurt anyone. But now… now everything’s falling apart.” Cassandra stood off to the side, watching the drama unfold with a smirk on her face, enjoying the chaos she had stirred up. “You’re not the only one with secrets, Hardy,” she said softly, her voice dripping with malice. “You think you’ve got it all figured out? You’re just as tangled in this web as Brenda is. But the truth is, none of you can escape it.” Brenda turned to Cassandra, her eyes blazing with fury. “What do you want, Cassandra? Why are you doing this?”

I said, my voice echoing with a dangerous silkiness. “But while you were busy mourning a heart that was never yours to keep, I was in the trenches, turning your 'perfect' rival into a global villain. Look at the monitors now. Tell me... is her heart rate still beating in sync with Cassian’s, or is it starting to spike in panic?” Cassandra stood up quickly as she dragged her phone and checked the trending topic on the Internet, Chelley Moretti was number one… “What???". She screamed… more excitedly.

With quick movements, she began to unzip the dress, removing it from her body as if she wanted to release all the painful feelings that trapped her. However, as the cloth sagged and fell to the floor, another question echoed in Cassandra's mind. “Am I just a substitute?” Meanwhile, Caspian set the last plate on the dining table. The toast and fruit salad he made looked simple, but he tried to serve it as best as he could. His gaze occasionally glanced at the door to Cassandra's room. Moments later, he heard soft steps. Caspian raised his head, finding Cassandra walking out. His oversized shirt was now wrapped around his beautiful body. Her blonde hair was flowing messily, and the look on her

Bad doesn't start to cover it. I hurried into the building with the lord's to-go coffee cup with 10 minutes to spare. Before facing the lord, I must scrutinize how deep I'm stuck. I went to the second most TOP floor, my eyes searching for a certain bombshell with a Barbie complex. I went to her horde... I mean a desk surrounded by cheerleaders in office gear. Who knew Raphael Sinclair is a closet Barbie doll collector! This gives me a different perspective on hiring me (hello ...curvy Barbie here). 'Hi Vivian, can I talk to you for a second?'

She felt it was only fair. Camden tried to run her fingers through her hair, but it was a tangled mess in spite of the fact that it had been braided. As she was trying to make herself seem more presentable, there was a knock on the door and Matt walked in. "Good morning," he announced with a broad smile. "Tell me you're feeling better today," he added. "I'm OK," Camden replied. "They're taking my cast off tomorrow," she said with a smile. "Ah, that's great news," Matt replied as he flopped down in his chair next to her, reaching out and taking her hand to kiss it.

Just them, Colton barged in with Carter and Hunter. “We couldn't find him,” Carter said. They used the access through the vent and searched but it was as if there was nobody there in the first place. “Hunter,” Casper called out and was about to say something when he saw a black dot in Cassandra’s hair. It was like a tiny magnet. “What's that in your hair?” He asked Cassandra. She was confused and asked “What?” Casper stretched his hand and pulled a strand together with the magnet. He observed it critically. “What is this?” he asked in general but Hunter answered after stepping closer and taking a serious look at it.

CASSANDRA Poison. My heart nearly skipped a beat upon hearing it, and panic rose up from my chest. I felt my lower lip tremble, but before I could get too upset, I studied the woman’s expression. Though this was a dire situation, she didn’t seem too alarmed. In fact, she seemed rather confident. If she said she could handle it, I needed to at least halfway trust her. “Okay,” I said reluctantly, and then we headed back up to my room. As we ascended the stairs, I introduced myself. “My name is Cassandra Keller.”

Footsteps echoed behind him. Cassie stumbled in next, the right side of her braid unraveling, strands sticking to her bruised cheek. Blood streaked her knuckles, and there was a tear in her sleeve that hadn't been there this morning. She wiped her hand on her pants, looking around like she'd barely had time to breathe. “Please tell me someone has decent news,” she muttered under her breath then stopped, her face falling. Her voice hardened. “Because I’ve got worse. They’re calling in the High Coven.”

"Are you accusing me of stealing?" Vanessa hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Selena, I don't think it's you either. But maybe you could show us your bag?" I clutched my bag tightly, refusing to hand it over. Vanessa looked to Connor for help. He shot me a threatening glance, then yanked the bag out of my hands and handed it to Vanessa. I never expected her to actually pull out the jewelry from my bag. Her expression turned sour. "Connor said you were spoiled. I didn't believe him at first. You didn't want the gift, so you stole it instead?"

I approached her before s‌he c‍ould walk a⁠way. “H⁠ey‌, Cassand‌r‌a, hold on. What’s up? Are we good?” I asked, trying⁠ to keep my ton‍e ligh‍t. S‍he stoppe‍d and looked me up and down, he‌r f​ace twi​sted w​ith irrita‌tion. “Aoki told me wh⁠at happened,” s​he said flatly. “What do y‌ou m​ean? What d‍id s‌he say?” I a⁠sked, genuinely confused.​