CHARLOTTEI looked around the room and sighed in relief as the confusion cleared. I could tell I wasn’t dreaming anymore by the rate at which my heart pounded against my chest. I tried to steady my breath and looked around. The lights were off, and the atmosphere felt tense. I was almost certain this was another dream, but I inhaled and chuckled. I was at the apartment, recognizable by the smell of roses in the air, which I could almost taste.If anything could drag me to the present, it was the symbol of the Mooze family. Being awake suddenly made me happy; I would take dealing with my current reality over being stuck in the nightmares formed by memories of the past. If I had to endure another dream where I thought I was awake but was stuck battling the memories I tried to bury deep inside my mind, I wasn’t sure how I’d react. I moved my arm and almost knocked over the bottle of wine I had opened earlier.I caught it before it hit the ground and placed it back on the table, beside th
CHARLOTTE“We can take you there,” she said, taking one look at the bags and smiling. “Rather fitting that he took you there, don’t you think?” she added, and I nodded absentmindedly.“Yeah, he mentioned something about the restaurant being one of his favorite places in the city,” I answered as she sat down.“Can I ask why you’re going back there? I can see it has nothing to do with getting more food or pastries; you have more than enough,” she stated, looking toward the corner of the room where the boxes stood the previous day.When she realized they had been moved, a smile danced at the corner of her lips. I could see she wanted to say something, but decided against it. “Can I decide to leave your question unanswered?” I asked, and she shrugged in response.“It’s your prerogative. I’m only asking out of concern and a need-to-know basis. If I’m going to instruct the driver to take us there, I need to prepare the other guards for any security measures we may need to keep you safe," sh
CHARLOTTE“I still can’t ask where we’re going?” Sonia inquired as we stepped into the car and fastened our seatbelts. I nodded in response, watching as she started the ignition and reversed the vehicle.I glanced at the back seat and smiled with relief, noting that she had listened to me and hadn’t brought any other guards along. I didn’t want to tell her why we were going there—it seemed silly to return to a place just because I had driven past it, felt something about it, and then saw it again in a dream.But I needed to do this for myself. It didn’t have to make perfect sense; nothing had made much sense since I arrived here. It felt as though everything that had happened up to this point was the result of all the spontaneous decisions I’ve made in my life. I was moving around as if I had no safer options.“I wonder if going with the flow is a good thing,” I mused aloud. Sonia glanced at me, puzzled, and shrugged. She turned her attention back to the road as we took a left turn on
CHARLOTTEShe chuckled and shoved the phone into her pocket. “Well, we’ve got enough time to talk about it. Now,” she pointed to the road ahead, “we’re getting you where you want to be. You said it was close to Signor Thiago’s favorite restaurant, right?”“Yes. I... We...” I stammered and cleared my throat. “We had dinner there last night. Was that him?”“On the phone? No,” she answered, reaching for the dashboard to turn on the radio. Music played softly as we edged into the city’s center. “It was his aide. They’ve arrived safely.”“That’s good news,” I said with a relieved sigh. “It’s a perfect time to discuss some of the many things we absolutely need to talk about. You mentioned something in the elevator the first time I came to the penthouse,” I added, and she arched an eyebrow.“I did?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face, but I could see through the facade.“Don’t play dumb; it’s neither funny nor cute. Did you do that on purpose? I was ready to leave this place; I could
Charlotte“Hello,” I said as I approached the table. “I’m sorry I walked in. I rang the bell, but no one...”She glanced up, her blonde ponytail swinging with her movement. “Oh, that bell hasn’t worked in ages. You must be the new worker. Come along; I’ll take you to your supervisor.” Without waiting for a response, she stood and walked past me, her tone brisk and dismissive.I tried to explain that I wasn’t here for an interview, but she was already halfway up the stairs, not paying any attention to what I was saying. I followed her as she led me up the stairs to a different part of the house that I instantly recognized. This was the hall from my dreams; the decor hadn’t changed, and I remembered the spot where I had picked up the teddy bear.It felt like I was reliving every dream I’ve had of this place, and I was excited to be here. But as we stepped into one of the bedrooms, my heart sank at the state of the place. Industrial machines lined the area, and people stood by, cutting f
Charlotte“Please, just hear me out for a moment," I said, holding up my hands in a calming gesture as I moved closer to the door. “I’m not playing games. This is important to me, more than you can imagine.”“No, you listen to me. This house has been empty for years after the Edwards died in that ghastly accident. Everyone loved them; we held a service for them here, in this house, trying to come to terms with the fact that we would never see them drive down the street again. Their daughter was taken to foster care, and a few months later, we heard she had died too. Suicide. That poor child was so traumatized by her parents’ accident she decided to take her own life, and you think you can disrespect them like that?!” she exclaimed, walking toward me with a menacing look.“Suicide? That’s incredulous; where did you hear that?” I asked, and she scowled at me. “I didn’t kill myself. Well, I wish I had, but I just ran away from my foster parents’ house over and over again because the cond
CHARLOTTEI heard the car in the distance and sighed in relief as it slowly came into view. Sonia slowed the car to a halt and got out at lightning speed. “Are you alright, Signora? What happened?” she asked, staring at me with concern.I chuckled and slowly rubbed my palms together. “I’m alright, just a little shaken. I’ve had quite the experience, and… I need to lie down,” I answered. I tried to stand up, but my legs started to tremble, and she reached out to help me.She held my hand and slowly led me to the car. I sat down, and she ensured my seatbelt was firmly across my shoulder before turning around to get into her seat. “You look like you escaped from a torture room. Where were you, and what happened?” she asked again. I rested my head against the window, staring blankly into space.“I almost got shot,” I said after a while. She started to say something, but I continued talking. “No, you’re not allowed to ask me where it happened. I’m not telling you; I’m still trying to make
CHARLOTTE“Hello, Signora,” a familiar voice said as the speaker opened the door and walked in. I let out a relieved sigh, then chuckled as Maria’s face and warm aura filled the room. My mouth fell open in shock, and I broke into confused laughter for a few seconds before rubbing my eyes to make sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me.For a split second, I thought Sonia had reached out to Thiago about the situation, or, even worse, Rogerio. But seeing Maria filled me with renewed energy. She walked towards the bed with quick strides and enveloped me in a hug. “You should have called me,” she said, tightening her arms around me a little longer before pulling away.“You were so far away, I didn’t want to bother you with all this. I kept telling myself I’d call you soon, and I never got around to it. I’m sorry,” I replied, lowering my gaze.“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m here now, and I’m going to take care of you,” she said with a wide grin.I smiled sadly and shook my head.
CHARLOTTEWhen I got home that evening, one of the guards was holding a box, which he handed to me with a cheesy smile. I took it, arching an eyebrow, but as I read the note stamped on the side, I understood why he was smiling that way.Thiago had picked the silliest yet cutest way to ask me out to dinner. I chuckled, thanked him, and walked into the apartment.I knew Thiago was just being performative with this gesture, and while I appreciated it, I wasn’t sure I liked the ideas it might put in the minds of others.Hopefully, they’d been around us long enough to know there was nothing between us - or so I hoped.When I opened the box and turned it on the bed, a dark blue dress fell out. It was short, with purple and silver frills, a bodice I feared would be too tight, and small sleeves that let my arms breathe. I picked it up, admired it, and reached for my phone to call him.“What’s the occasion?” I asked, as he picked up on the first ring.He chuckled, clearing his throat before re
CHARLOTTEWhen I was done, I slid the mug over to him, and he inhaled the aroma first."What’s this called?" he asked, and I shrugged again."That’s not an answer," he added."Actually, it is. It’s called anything your taste buds want it to be. I have my name for it, but I like it when customers give their own. So, what do you want it to be called?" I responded, shoving the pen and notepad back into my pocket.He lifted the mug, looked at me with uncertainty, then sipped from it and smacked his tongue as he set it down."Oh, it’s sweet and hot. I like it," he said and downed the contents of the mug in one gulp, stifling a belch. "That’s actually great. Where’d you learn to mix like that?""Well, it’s been a few years since I bartended, but the art isn’t lost on me," I replied, folding my arms. "So, what do you want to call it?""I’m not sure… I might need another round to be certain," he said with a knowing smile. I chuckled and got to work making another drink for him.***The next f
CHARLOTTEWorking at the club was going smoother than I thought, and despite Thiago’s disapproval, I kept working as a bartender on some nights. When I wasn’t in the office with my nose stuck in financial records that I could barely understand, I took a break from that part of the trade by standing behind the counter, taking orders, and mixing drinks.It gave me the chance to familiarize myself with the regulars, whom I introduced myself to as “Charlotte,” but they preferred to call me “Charlie,” establish customer relationships with new customers, become closer with the staff who seemed to appreciate the approach I had taken towards running the establishment, and brush up my bartending skills.It was fun, a little overwhelming when I first set out to do it and stressful given that I hadn’t done it in a while, but still fun, and I made sure I had the best time. As I progressed, I asked the guards to get me a talkie or one of the earphones they used for their operations, and I became t
Elena“Very well. Also, call me when you’ve decided. I’ll reach out later in the week about the wedding plans. Now that a date has been set, everything should proceed smoothly,” she responded, her tone brisk. She said something to someone in the background, then hung up.I lowered the phone and stared at the screen for a few seconds before shaking my head. I never knew what to expect with the Thuthais. As much as I hated to admit it, Maria was right. No matter how much I tried to stay ahead of the curve, something always came up to make me feel like I was twenty steps behind.I knew I had to talk to Rogerio now. There were no more excuses to reschedule outings or avoid meetings. This had to be done soon. But before that, I needed to talk to someone else: my father.He had been the mastermind behind my insistence on the estate that had been given to Charlotte. No matter how much I tried to explain that securing it was nearly impossible, he remained adamant about pushing for it.It didn
ElenaI lowered the windows and closed my eyes as the wind blew tiny ringlets of hair across my face. I couldn’t stop thinking about Thiago’s words in the warehouse, about Rogerio’s insistence on finding Charlotte. Now I had Maria’s words to add to the mix.I tried to force myself to sleep, hoping it would save me from dwelling on the connection between what they had said, but the sound of the bustling city humming in the distance grew louder and closer, pulling me back.The noise reminded me that something else was out there, something beyond my reach. As we inched closer, I focused on the peculiar thought that every single person walking in and out of stores, yelling on street corners, or laughing in restaurants and bars with their partners and friends had their own unique problems. One way or another, regardless of social standing, we all shared that common thread.“Problems,” I muttered to myself, chuckling softly. “We all have problems we’re dealing with.” I shook my head at the
ElenaThey looked extremely stressed about the idea of answering to Rogerio, and I understood it. The power and social currency of the Rogerio name wasn’t something anyone in their right mind would dare go against.I was fully prepared to wield it to its maximum potential until one of the men finally spoke up, saying the only thing they could do was call Maria to come to the gate. That was perfect, as speaking with her had been my main objective all along.I crossed my arms, maintaining my annoyed expression while waiting. Predictably, Maria took her sweet time, and just as I was about to return to the car to sit and wait, she arrived with an expression far sourer than I could have conjured up myself.“You’re not wanted here,” she said coldly as the guards silently retreated to their posts, pretending not to eavesdrop on the conversation.“You have no right to tell me that. You just work here. This house belongs to Rogerio, and—” I began, but she cut me off with a sharp chuckle and an
ELENAThe meeting with Thiago had shaken me to my core. I had put up a brave face during the conversation, concealing my feelings as best as I could, but deep down, I was terrified of what the possibility of Charlotte being pregnant meant for me. If she were found, it would upend the plans I had carefully set in motion to solidify my place as Rogerio’s bride.For days, I mulled over ways to stay ahead of Rogerio and eventually decided to visit the estate. It had been a while since I was last there, and I wanted to see if my presence would provoke Maria enough to reveal any information about Charlotte’s whereabouts.That morning, I rose early, called my assistant, and instructed her to inform Rogerio that our meeting for the evening had been rescheduled. My plan was to spend the morning at the estate and see Thiago before he left Milan.However, the latter didn’t go as planned - my assistant informed me he had already left the city an hour before. I tried to reassure myself that Thiago
ROGERIO The plan was to wait outside her apartment and watch from a vantage point to study her movements. I wasn't sure what I'd be able to decipher from whatever I saw, but I still needed to satisfy the curiosity lodged at the back of my mind, propelling me to act on impulse. I didn't know what to expect, but even if she didn’t leave the house all day, I’d still be able to see if anyone came to visit. Maybe I’d do a better job identifying what exactly was going on. Half an hour later, I had parked the car a few meters away from her apartment block and turned off the ignition. I watched quietly to see what would transpire, and in all fairness, I was ready to stay there all day if I had to. My phone rang. I reached into my pocket for it and glanced at the screen. It was a call from the office, and I knew who would be on the other end. "Hello, Signor, you…" my assistant began as soon as I hit the dial button. I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. "No meetings
ROGERIOI spent the next few days trying to weigh my options and decide the next step to take. "I have to watch her every move, but how?" I said to myself one morning as I prepared for work. Her assistant had called to reschedule the dinner we were supposed to have later that day, and instead of feeling relieved, my suspicion grew in leaps and bounds.I picked up my suitcase and stepped out of the apartment, deep in thought. She hadn't been here since the last time we spent time together. I was delighted to have my space all to myself the way I'd always wanted, but this new information stirred something in me, and I knew I would be restless until I found a way to sate it.I walked down the hallway, ignoring the guards that greeted me, and stepped into the elevator, trying to put the thought out of my mind and focus on the day ahead. But every step I took seemed to renew the desire to get to the bottom of this. As the elevator moved to the ground floor, I decided what I wanted to