You Rejected Me Remember Cassandra Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 said no. I'm not giving it time. I'm not changing my mind. I don't want to be your side piece, Cassian. I don't want you. That's it." His eyes flashed dangerous gold. His wolf was close to the surface. People were whispering now. Phones were coming out to record the Vance heir getting rejected. I saw the same old pattern starting. Cassian refusing to hear no. In my first life, I just ran away after this. It didn't work. This time I needed to make the rejection hurt. Make it so public he could never spin it. I looked across the crowded room. There, near the dark corridor to the private exit. The same tall man from my memories. Broad shoulders in a tailored charcoal suit. He stood alone, ba

Because I knew the truth now. I was his mate. Yes. But he had rejected me. And I had the right to leave. The bond pulsed again, furious. Kael stepped closer. “You’re not leaving,” he said, his voice low. I met his gaze. “I already have,” I said. The words hit him like a slap. His expression hardened. “Don’t test me,” he warned. I smiled. “Then don’t underestimate me,” I replied. He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes dark.

"In the old ways, a rejected mate could perform the Ritual of Reclamation to prove they were strong enough to deserve their intended." Casie felt sick. "Five lives to stroke his ego when it was him that rejected me because I was unworthy of him as a mate, I was his fated mate we knew at when I turned 16 he was 18 we courted or dated in the human world I fell in love with him but at my coming of age he spart the words ‘I Nathaniel Thornwood, reject Cassandra Blackwood as my mate. She is unworthy of the title of Luna.' Right there in front of everyone." The memory still burned like acid. "And now he's killing people to get me back?"

His eyes searched hers, pleading for understanding—for something, anything, that could prove he hadn’t completely lost her. Cassandra let out a weak, bitter laugh, though the motion sent sharp pain shooting through her ribs. She stared at him, her expression unreadable, before shaking her head slowly. "Would I believe you?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "James… you rejected her, yet somehow, you bedded her. You still marked her." "You tell me you rejected her as if that changes anything, as if that erases the fact that, in the end, you still chose her. Whether you meant to or not, you still ended up by her side. And me? I was left with nothing but your hatred."

I chuckled hearing that sentence "I remembered the day that I met you. I remembered the day that you left me for the first time in Japan. I remembered that you injected me. I remembered that you pushed me out from the house before the explosion. I remembered everything. Even hearing your death made me crazy and turned me into a zombie. You're my life, Cassandra and I don't want anything besides you. You're the best thing in my life and will always be one." "So let's cut the long speech.." He opened the small box revealing beautiful rounded diamond ring

*** [CASSANDRA’s Point-of-View] My phone rang while I was busy baking chocolate chip cookies with my Nana. It was Macy, and I figured out that maybe she was just worried about why I ran away from the convention when the program hadn't finished yet. I didn't know what kind of excuse I would give her. I was a bad liar, and she knew that. Macy, I'm sorry if I didn’t tell you—" "Cassy! Oh, thank goddess!" Her voice was so tense and scared. I frowned. "What? What happened?"

“No, when Cassie rejected me, I felt the pain right away and I felt the link between us break. My wolf also whimpered in pain. All that happened before I accepted the rejection.” “What does your wolf say?” Cassie asked. “He says it didn’t work. We are as linked to Candy right now as we were when we first saw her.” “But that doesn’t make any sense,” Cassie said. “If she said the right words, her rejection should have at least damaged your connection to each other. Tell me the words she used again, but go slower.” For the fourth time, I repeated Candy’s words exactly. Something did not feel right. We were having a moment before she said the rejection; I know she felt it too. The reje

I hurled a glass vase across the room, and it exploded into fragments. Silence filled the office again—but it wasn’t peaceful. It was the heavy, suffocating silence of rage and heartbreak colliding. All that remained was the harsh rhythm of my breathing and the ghost of her scent still haunting my senses. I pressed a hand to my temple, but her image wouldn’t fade. Cassandra had looked me in the eye tonight, unflinching, fearless—as if the rejection, the ruin, the past meant nothing. She had stood there, beside him, her head held high.