You Rejected Me Remember Cassandra Novels & Stories

"Fuck!" Cassandra cursed out loud as soon as she got into her bedroom, she threw her bag on her bed and walked towards the open window, her eyes fixed on the busy road before her. She still couldn't believe that Dennis rejected her invitation, this is something that has never happened to her knowing how it took her so much consideration in her heart to stoop so low just to do something this ridiculous. She began to pace around her room as she tried to stop the tears that wanted to fall out of her eyes. No way will any man make her cry again, not now, not ever.

I knew that there was no way I would be able to escape from all this, and I knew that I would have to get to the bottom of it all. I feel like Franklin isn't Cassandra's mate, and I knew that if I were to tell him then it would look like I'm jealous of her. I knew that Franklin would never accept the fact that I'm his true mate because he had rejected his true mate. I knew that, from the look of things, Cassandra didn't feel anything when she was rejected. It was like nothing had happened to her.

I had waited 3 years for this. Everyone in this studio knew Cassandra was going to get the recommendation this year. Who could it be? “Someone else?” I whispered, barely recognising my own voice. I just wanted to know. He didn’t even look guilty. Just tired and drained from handling my tantrums. Like he wanted the conversation to end. He sat back then picked up his coffee, taking a slow sip before he leisurely replied. “It was unexpected, but yes, it was sent for someone else, Jessica O'Neil.”

I shook my head and pushed him away. The two of them are competing for the role of the victim, what about me? The spectator of the show? That's enough! “Listen, we're done. I, Cassandra Miller, reject you as my mate. Accept my rejection, Jason.” “No!” He yelled abruptly, and his hands tightened on mine. “I won’t accept it!” He growled at me, I tried to wriggle free from his hold. I saw the hurt in his eyes when I said those words, his wolf was pained.

Marcus POV** The thought of Cassandra turning down my meal ignited a fire within me. With each step I took into the dark tunnel, my fingers clenched into fists, driven by a fierce need to make her understand my intentions. No matter how hard I tried to suppress it, there was no escaping the fact that Cassandra was my weakness, and I had fallen for her—hard. Yet, she persisted in rejecting my advances, ignoring my relentless efforts to prove my genuine care for her.

She stumbled back a few steps and collided with a vase in the hallway. With a loud crash, the vase shattered on the floor. I glanced back at her. Before she could say anything, I rushed out. Thankfully, I made it just in time as boarding had just begun when I got to the airport. No sooner had I taken my seat than Beverly started calling. She must have found out that I had transferred all my shares to Erika. Ignoring the call, I blocked her number and turned off my phone. It wasn't until I landed in a small town on the other side of the world that I turned it back on.

Suddenly, my phone began to ring, catching me off guard. Without even checking the caller ID, I unintentionally pressed the answer button and found myself speaking to Joe, my receptionist. "Hey Joe," I greeted him casually. "What's going on?" "Cassandra , I anticipate that you'll terminate my employment or perhaps even harm me for what I'm about to confess, but before anything else, I want to sincerely apologize," he says, his tone tinged with foreboding.

"I don't know." The woman looked at Eleanor. "Do you accept him?" Eleanor froze. The entire room seemed to wait for her answer. She looked at Ethan. He didn't speak. He didn't ask her to accept him. He simply waited. Eleanor remembered his rejection. His hesitation. The pain it had caused. Then she remembered something else. Her mother's words. You still have a choice. "I don't know." The councilwoman nodded. "Good." Ethan looked surprised. The woman stood. "Because neither of you understands what you're dealing with." She turned toward the council. "Bring the records."

“Cassie, you sound like a little girl in love with a fairy tale. This is real life. Men like Marcus don’t change. He’s using you.” Cassandra shook her head stubbornly. “I know what I feel. I’ll wait for him.” Vanessa looked at her for a long moment, then sighed and stood up. “Fine. Do whatever you want. But don’t come crying to me when he disappears again.” Cassandra’s heart sank as she watched her friend walk away. She didn’t mean to make her angry, but she couldn’t stop herself from hoping. --- Later that evening, Cassandra sat in her car for a long time, parked by the roadside. She couldn’t go home yet. She didn’t want to see Nathaniel or anyone. Her mind was full of Vanessa’s words, but

She asked, looked at him then dropped her gaze to her nails. “Get you.” Bryan looked at her and she raised her head to him at the same time. “I don't want him.” Cassie looked away and hissed. “Why? He is your mate and...” “He rejected me!” Cassie cut him short and then looked at him with incredulous eyes. How could he even say that?