The underworld queen come back and slays novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Chapter 137

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“These books aren’t mine,” Cassian said, trying his best to sound composed, aloof–as if his pride hadn’t just taken a direct

hit.

He knew it was pointless, of course. No one would believe him. But salvaging a bit of dignity felt necessary.

Raven glanced at him, lips curling into a faint smile. “That CEO romance wasn’t half bad,” she said casually. “We should try it

sometime.”

Cassian’s eyes–usually cold and unreadable–lit up, just for a second.

Truth be told, The President’s Fiery Mistress wasn’t a book he picked up on his own.

Back in his previous life, one of his most trusted men had all but begged him to read it, swearing that mastering the domineering CEO persona would make Raven fall for him faster than any military strategy ever could.

He’d even secretly imagined himself as the brooding, powerful lead–conquering his spirited little wife one chapter at a time.

Unfortunately, he never found the right moment to put it into practice.

But now? Raven had handed him the opening on a silver platter. It would almost be rude not to accept.

Suddenly, he didn’t mind that she thought the book was his. As for Blake–the one who’d left it in his car–Cassian had been ready to fire him on the spot. But now? Maybe Blake deserved a second chance.

What Cassian didn’t know–what he couldn’t even begin to imagine–was that when they did finally act out that novel… the roles they ended up playing would be very different from the ones he’d envisioned.

Meanwhile, the classroom had gone oddly quiet as students watched Cassian and Raven interact–casually, comfortably, and, frankly, shockingly.

“What… is going on?” someone whispered.

Cassian, the guy who usually treated every girl like an inconvenience, was smiling? Responding? Letting her get that close?

Wasn’t this the same Cassian who ignored every admirer in the academy? Who made everyone believe Isla was the only girl he ever showed even a shred of tolerance toward?

Now here he was, bantering with Raven like it was nothing.

And Raven–this shameless freshman–actually had the audacity to flirt with him? To suggest they try something from a book called The President’s Fiery Mistress?

No one needed to read it to know what kind of content it had.

Suddenly, a girl with striking curves stood up, ignoring the fact that class was in session. Her eyes locked on Raven, her voice sharp as a blade. “Stay away from Cassian, you filthy tramp.”

Her friends immediately chimed in.

“Seriously. Look at your background, your looks, your entire vibe—you’re not even in the same league as him. Don’t waste

your time.”

“You and Cassian? Dream on. He’s not someone people like you get to imagine having.”

“You should be settling for some nobody at the bottom of society, raising kids and living a quiet, irrelevant life. Not

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Raven tilted her head slightly, her gaze calm as it swept across their furious, anxious faces. “He’s not your boyfriend. So why do you all sound like you’re about to be cheated on?”

The girl who had spoken first scoffed. “We’re just not going to sit here and let trash like you taint our idol.”

Raven raised a brow. “Taint him?” she repeated. “If talking to him is considered tainting, then…”

Before anyone could react, she turned to Cassian–and kissed him. Right on the lips.

For one breathless moment, the classroom fell completely, eerily silent.