Varian X Cassandra Novels & Stories

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

Cassandra POV: "Did you see Cassandra tonight?" "Yup. She's smoking hot. I bet Mr Xavier can't get over her yet." "Of course, he can't. Why do you think she still working at our company? I bet Mr Xavier paid her extra to make her stay." "Money runs everything, dude. She surely could be bought with just a few thousand dollars." "Mr Xavier is really heinous, don't you think? I heard that Cassandra moved in with him not long ago. I never heard of her moving out of his house. Now, he's married. And he's keeping his wife and his mistress in the same house."

Teasing. Vorian shakes his head. Fast. “Work,” he says. Short. Cassian laughs. “Leave them alone,” he says. He sits on the couch. But Lila does not move. She holds my hand tight. Shell in the other. Cassian looks at Vorian. “Company?” he asks. His voice low. “That is why I am here,” Vorian says. He sits too. Legs stretch. Cassian tilts his head. “How does the company relate to the beach?” he asks. “This is your escape.”

Isabelle sat in the plush leather chair in Damian’s office, a silent observer in a world she wasn't built for. The city skyline, once a stunning backdrop, now felt like a cage. She watched the news anchors on a muted television screen in the corner, their expressions solemn, their voices a muffled buzz as they discussed the Villareal scandal. The headlines were a relentless assault: Villareal's New Flame? Society's New Sweetheart or a Gold Digger? , The Woman Who Replaced Cassandra. Every word was a knife twist, every speculative comment a blow.

Beside her, Jace’s voice was a low growl in her ear. “Found something. The payment trail loops through three shells, but there’s a signature I’ve seen before. Old school. Brutal.” Elena’s breath stilled. “Who?” Static crackled a second before he said it. “Cassian Vargo.” The name hit her like a strike to the gut. Elena sat back, the chair creaking under her, pulse pounding. “No. That’s...” “Yeah,” Jace cut in, grim. “That Cassian. Roman’s monster. The one he can’t be in the same room with without the walls bleeding.”