Who Shot Cassandra In The Society นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Cassandra sneered, advancing like she’d already won. As Cassandra stepped closer, Eureka kicked her shin. Cassandra cried out and bent over. Eureka pushed herself up, but Cassandra yanked her hair, slamming her against a nearby pole. Blood oozed from Eureka’s forehead where it hit the pole, blurring her vision as it trickled down her face. Raymond lunged forward, grabbing Cassandra by the waist and pushing her to the ground. “Fuck you, Raymond!” Cassandra spat, grabbing a gun nearby. Before she could cock it, Eureka threw a shoe, knocking the weapon away.

She took down 10 men on her own as the monster she is. Black asked his boys to get everyone in the Villa to safety and he warned everyone not to dare call the police. The fire was getting too much and Cassandra didn’t allow anyone to move closer to the building. Tyson knew Cassandra would result to fire since she used it during the first attack so he was quick to call the fire brigade. Black went head-on with Cassandra not minding the bullets and she didn’t stop firing. A billet got him on his chest and he shot at Cassandra twice too. Tyson shot her once and Black rounded it up with a shot through her forehead.

Cassandra wanted to give her a slow death because it was her main revenge. After a few days, Cassandra woke and began recovering, she was able to sit up and eat, it was enjoyable to her watching the doctors or healers make a fool of themselves, one of them injected her with a syringe, she had the urge to kill her on the spot but she had to contain her anger. "Elora" Scarlett called as she walked in. "Hi, Scarlett" Cassandra greeted with the most deceptive smile she could form. "I thought you wouldn't come to see me" She pouted.

“So it really is you.” Her voice shook with hatred. “Because of you, everything in my life was ruined.” She lifted the gun toward me. “I should have killed you seven years ago.” The shot rang out. Hot blood splashed across my face. But it wasn’t mine. Cassian had thrown himself in front of me. The bullet went through his chest. Selene was tackled to the floor before she could fire again. Security wolves pinned her down and tore the weapon from her grip. By the time the emergency transport arrived, Cassian was already fading fast.

Hanging from his back, I didn't waste any time in sharply bringing my elbow down right to the nape of his neck like I had once seen someone do. The guy immediately slumped and fell to the ground unconscious. Me falling with him. I tried to stand up quickly and leave. Then I heard it. The distinct sound of a loaded gun. It clicked. Cassandra was standing up, her two hands wrapped around a gun aiming directly at me. Her face all bloody and her hands shaking a bit. But her eyes screamed murder. Is this really it? My eyes flashed to the exit to see if I had any chance of making it, but even if I did, I never found out.

“Tell Whitlock: I’ll give him everything, one name, one recording, one last truth, if he meets me again.” The man slid his hand higher under her dress. And Cassandra let him. For a moment. Then her hand locked around his wrist. She smiled sweetly. “I’m not a girl anymore.” And then she pulled a syringe from her purse and jabbed it into his neck. He gurgled. Collapsed. She left the bar without looking back. 1:13 AM – Hotel Room Ethan returned. She was there. Sitting on the bed. Black dress on. Hair still done. Legs crossed.

“You think we can stand side by side, Elena? After what your mother did to me?” “She’s not here anymore.” “No,” Cassandra said. “But you are. And everything you’ve built rests on *my* blood.” I held her gaze. “Yes. And I’m giving you a choice. Join me. Or burn everything.” She smiled. “No. You have a choice.” Then she leaned in, lips near my ear. “You took my life. Now I’m taking yours”. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cassandra turned and walked out, her heels clicking with finality. Seconds later, a breaking news alert buzzed across my phone screen:

Arsene said, expressing his annoyance. "I asked Ronald to come. I asked him to come because I wanted to meet him,” Cassandra joked. She almost shed tears remembering Ronald who had not finished his surgery yet. If she recalled the incident at Villa, her father shot Ronald in the left side of his chest twice. Could the shot have hit him in the heart? No! Cassandra shook her head vigorously.

I just watched her come. Just as the knife was about to plunge into me, the office door was kicked open. Tony and two other bodyguards rushed in. "Drop the weapon!" Tony aimed his gun at Cassandra. But she was beyond reason. She kept slashing wildly. "I'm going to kill her! I'm going to kill the bitch who ruined my life!" BANG! Tony fired a single shot. The bullet hit Cassandra's wrist. The knife clattered to the floor, and she collapsed, clutching her bleeding hand.

I shot my head up, my eyes red and burning as I stared him dead in the eye. "Cassius! Are you really going to let your wife die broke and homeless on the fucking street?!"