Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1338: Marrying me would be worse than death

When Dean first approached Cassandra, he had been kind, charming, and funny. Their first meeting was just a chat over coffee, but even after finishing their drinks, they kept talking. And it was clear-Dean had shown interest in Cassandra.

That was why she felt a little torn.

Cassandra had harbored a long-time crush on the number one student in the Star Section. She had liked him so much that, back in the day, she started resenting Finn. After all, her engagement to Finn-and how others teased her about her fiancé had made her feel as if she had no freedom to like anyone else.

Had Finn ever told her he wanted that marriage, she would've hated him to the core. But Finn and Cassandra had always been on the same page. Their mutual reluctance had been the foundation of their friendship.

In other words, when she had accidentally bumped into Dean that day, a silly thought crossed her mind.

What if... she gave it a try with him?

Sure, Cassandra was with Jonathan. But for the longest time, they hadn't put a label on it. They were only just starting. So, even if she knew she might hurt Jonathan in some way, the idea of being with Dean had lingered.

But then something changed.

Why did Cassandra get rid of that thought?

Why did she suddenly stop talking-or even thinking about it?

It wasn't as if she woke up one day and simply changed her mind.

It was that moment when Jonathan had mentioned Dean and warned her about the Piersons.

At the time, she didn't want to dwell on it. But she couldn't help it.

After all, she had gone to the same university as Dean, yet even when they had crossed paths, he had never spared her a glance. Even when Cassandra had approached him briefly back then, he had merely smiled, said a few words, and

left.

It wasn't as if he hadn't known who she was.

Dean had known her.

the Star Section-their

So she asked herself:

approached her that

not been

get her answer, Cassandra had made some deliberate

in hushed

question-like a

anyone blame

the end, she simply felt

least he hadn't wanted

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expression fierce, while Dean sat on

do you want, Director Dean Pierson?" she asked, her voice sharp. "I'm giving you one minute before I consider pressing charges for holding

smirked, chuckling. "You're far better

she turned back to him, only to find his face far too

up close. "I didn't see it clearly last time, but you... you really aren't the type of woman you pretend

last time

me to drop the pretense. And I'm assuming you already know our family meeting was postponed." She exhaled sharply. "So I'm really not

you want?" she demanded, this time firmer.

then-calm down," he

bastard... you're kind of a match,

"What?"

making her stiffen, her neck tightening with restraint. "Though, for a

that why you dragged me in

before I saw you,

"...What?"

mean, compared to your fiancé, I'm the better match in terms

punish you," he added. "Marrying me would be worse

for you.

all, you seem