Tangled: The Series: Cassandra Novels & Stories

Her gaze flicked to Elena with polite curiosity, but the underlying jealousy was unmistakable. “Victoria,” Cassian said, his voice neutral but his hand tightening slightly on Elena’s back. “This is my fiancée, Elena Voss.” Elena forced a polite smile, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you.” Victoria shook it briefly, her eyes assessing. “The famous stepsister turned fiancée. How… modern. I heard about the warehouse incident. You must have been terrified, Cassian. If you ever need someone who understands your world without all the complications, you know where to find me.”

"I have no reason to lie to you, I just–" "But you had a reason to lie against me, huh?" I asked her angrily. "What do you mean by Mrs. Teresa is not literally responsible for bugging my room?" "From what I heard a certain, Cass–" "Cassandra!" I completed her statement, and facepalmed. Who would have thought that sweet Cassandra was working for Tiana? It seems all the omega's are under Tiana's payroll. I'm glad I listened to my instincts and didn't let her looks fool me.

' Cassie nodded and slapped her forehead fiercely, then she remembered that today seems to be the day of TV series. She's in a coma now, and it's estimated that Javen, Teddy and Jones Davis are the leading players. Think about it, Cassie also cleaned up and took the time to go to Bright Company. Steve stayed at the computer early in the morning, waiting for the premiere data and scores, which are very important for the next drainage of the TV series. Jones Davis didn't have training either, so he stayed in front of the computer and watched it. Cassie entered the room, looked around, didn't see Teddy, and wondered, 'Where's Teddy?'

Tut. The call disconnected abruptly. Cassandra shook her head furiously, throwing the phone against the wall, cracking the screen. She threw herself onto her stomach, buried her face in her silk pillow, and screamed at the top of her lungs. "Arrrggghhh! Hazel again! Always Hazel again!" That woman had stolen the first seventeen years of her life, and now she was stealing her future too! She had been so kind to her all this time and this was what she got in return?

I quickly ran towards them and before I could reach them, someone so familiar knock them down and in a snap, they are already laying in a cold, tiled, floor. It was Jasper. I am hiding at the public water refilling machine. Jasper move closer to Cassandra and I was quite surprised. By how they talk and their expressions they throw towards each other, they seem to have known each other for long. They were yelling at each other. Jasper cornered Cassandra. Wait! I can only read it on my book. This scene is in every book. Jasper carried Cassandra like his newly wedded wife. I was totally surprised. Could it be there's something going on with them?

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

As the door swung open, a scene of despair unfolded before them. Cass sat on the floor, her once vibrant eyes now vacant and hollow. Her clothes were disheveled, her hair tangled and unkempt. She clutched her phone tightly, her gaze fixed on the screen, where the image of Jake and Stacey celebrating their engagement burned into her mind. Scar and Amanda rushed to Cass's side, their arms enveloping her in a tight embrace. "Cass, we're here for you. We love you," Scar whispered, her voice filled with tenderness and concern.

Turning too fast with a glass of champagne in my hand and crashing straight into a brick wall of muscle wearing an Armani tux. “Shit!” I gasped, the glass slipping from my hand as chilled bubbles soaked into an iron-flat chest. A chest that belonged to Dominic Voss. CEO of Voss & Rose Intimates. The man behind the lace empire. The untouchable, the cold-hearted, the ridiculously beautiful boss I’d only ever seen from a distance—and usually only through a sea of trembling executives and whispering assistants. Now he was soaked. And staring at me. Dead. I was dead.

Jasmine said with a sigh as I was expecting her to say something more and worse. “So...? Is that it? Is that all that’s wrong about Dylan Brooks?” I was really hoping that was all. I had my suspicions of him being an athlete as his features were just too good for someone who wasn’t making use of them. “Well, that’s not all. Though there’s nothing wrong with him. Just that he was uncool with Troy Maddox whom you seemed to have a flair for not too long ago. Things could get a bit too awaken when Troy finds out that you both are—“

Surrounding us. "We don't want this to get deeper. We only want the casing. Give it to us and we promise not to hurt anyone." What the hell was he speaking of? "Casing?" I glanced at Elena and she shook her head, equally as puzzled as I was. "I have no idea what that is but you can search the apartment and take whatever it is you want," I spoke calmly and tactfully. "No, they can't!" She whispered beside me. One of them ripped her away from me, she squealed with quivering hands and pleading eyes. I fought to defend her but a cold barrel to my head had me grow frozen to the spot.