Novels by Virgina lettiere

BRANDON'S POV “Brilliant of you", she seethed, “To think I would befriend an invalid". I raised a brow. I knew that. The fact that she hadn't figured out that I was trying to bait her showed how important the person was. And that made me all the more curious. “What's wrong with making..." Emile's voice trailed off at my mom's death glare. We hadn't noticed when she came back in. The tray of oranges shook in her hands. I watched my mother closely. Emile had spoken out of turn. She had become used to speaking freely to me. But I was not going to let my mother pick on her. “Mom". I barked when she made to speak. She turned her glare on me. “The oranges are about to fall from her hands". I said calmly. Emile used the distraction to place the oranges on the table and disappear. Smart girl. “Go on". I goaded once Emile was out of sight. “Take the oranges. She's peeled them nicely for you. Go and feed them to your pet". She looked like she was going to explode.

BRANDON'S POV “It was you who put it in my head that Charlotte is the killer, you know". I said without looking at Kareem. I studied some documents my temporary replacement secretary-Ava had taken a compulsory leave a few days earlier without prior notice. Something about a serious emergency somewhere. The usual me would have fired her immediately, no worker under me should have the audacity to be so bold. But I wasn't the usual me these days. All the guys, especially Kareem had noticed and noted it. But I missed Ava's efficiency. This secretary was good, but I was beginning to understand that my secretary's standards were out of this world. “You don't really mean that". Kareem said incredulously. I raised a brow at him. “What? You already had the notions before I even noticed. I basically just confirmed what you already suspected". “Charlotte wouldn't hurt a fly. At least that's what I said. But you led me to believe that the letters she sent were not just e

CHARLOTTE'S POV Never did I believe Jenn could betray me like that. But what did I know? She could be out to ruin whatever was left of me. She had some secrets of her own, none of which I knew at all. She was just there when I needed her, and I welcomed her with open arms despite our past because I needed someone. She was hot one minute, cold the next. I always assumed it was because of the trauma she'd also apparently gone through. But then, she'd also gone through trauma. How did I know that she didn't hate me for it? One had happened while we were both in college and friends. Why did she not tell me? And now this. I wasn't sure I could ever go through with getting rid of a child, foetus or no. I'd thought about everything. But there was the voice in my head that kept telling me that I was probably going too fast again, and every where and everyone would soon be in pandemonium because of me. It was my stupid mistake, going to that place after signing the divorce paper

CHARLOTTE'S POV “Wait, what do you know?" I asked. “The baby. That's why your emotions are everywhere". She said slowly. I frowned. “Yeah... I'm not sure that's why I...well, did that". “She raised her brow. “So you reacted that way on purpose". “No! I mean, that's not-" I scowled. “Are you trying to lead me into a trap?" She laughed. “I'm just telling you what you're trying to ignore". “But you're still mad at me". I said. She nodded. “I am. But I admit my fault. It wasn't my plan to bother anyone." “You're dramatic". I said. She didn't reply. “Jenn?" I said hesitantly, nestling at a corner of the chair she was in. “Do you think I should keep the baby?" Jenn slowly looked up from her book. “Keep the baby?" I nodded. “This is a lot- and I'm so terrified of telling dad and Jameson. Maybe I shouldn't bother telling them at all? I should just get rid of it quietly?" Jenn stared blankly for a full minute, than she went back to

JAMESON'S POV Charlotte and her father ran in to the kitchen less than two second after I'd run in. Jenn was staring at a mess of ketch up and some yellow substance I was too distressed to study. And she looked more shocked at our presence than in any real danger. “Oh God". Jenn groaned. “What is the matter? Are you all right, Jennifer?" Mr Schnapp asked. I couldn't help my own facepalm. “She's all right dad". Jenn replied. “Is she? Are you?" He asked again. I turned back before he could take that step I knew he was going to take forward. “She's all right. Jenn tends to be...dramatic". I nodded at him. He raised his brows at me. That did not sound like dramatic". “It is, trust me". I glanced at Charlotte. She was glaring daggers at Jenn. I needed her to take her father away so I could properly berate Jenn. “Is everything all right over here?" The stern voice of one of the staff echoed. He gasped as soon as he saw Mr Schapp. “What do y

CHARLOTTE'S POV Dad silently led the way to his office. It was hard to believe that he blamed himself for our mistakes. It was true he never called while I was at Brandon's house, but I never did either. And I assumed he was angry with me for going against his wishes. Just like everyone else around me, I couldn't see the reason they disliked Brandon, even though they said it constantly. I just felt like he was constantly vicimized for being extraordinary smart and clever. There were a lot of things I didn't see. He could hardly be blamed for the kind of person Tatiana turned out to be, either. He did his best, I could remember clearly. “I asked Lounge to tell you to contact her. Did he?" He asked My traitorous cheeks heated for no reason. “Umm, he did". I said, not meeting his eyes. “Charlotte?" He asked. I peeked up at him. “Is there anything I should know?" I shook my head hard, once. “Nothing". He tilted his head. “Nothing?" “Nothing, s