Charlotte“What do you mean?” I asked, stepping back as the woman struggled to stand. She paused to catch her breath, then stifled a cough, but blood trickled from the corner of her lips.I glanced at Sonia, wondering if this was the reason she had been washing her hands in the bathroom earlier. She seemed like she was ready to start another session if the occasion called for it, and that scared me a little. I wondered what else she was doing that I may not have considered this the entire time.“Your presence here, Signora,” the woman continued speaking. I turned my attention back to her as she stood up slowly. I realized that her hands were tied, and the left side of her face had been badly bruised. “It’s going to stir the pot. A lot of people are going to wind up dead or missing because you can’t stay dead. It’s a shame I won’t be here to see it, but I’m sure,” she added, coughing, then chuckling. “I’m sure it would be so much fun,” she finished.“I wasn’t dead. I didn’t commit suic
CHARLOTTEI woke up to someone knocking on the door, reached for my phone, and glanced at the time. I tried to stifle a yawn as I stood up and walked toward the door. “Who is it?” I asked, placing a hand against my forehead.“Sonia,” came the reply, and I opened the door. “How are you feeling?” she asked as soon as she stepped inside.“I feel great,” I said, hesitating. “Though I’m not sure I should… with everything that’s happened.”“It’s good you focus on getting better. We can’t keep dwelling on the past. The best way forward is to look for some silver lining.” She interrupted, and I raised an eyebrow.“When did you become so optimistic?” I teased. She chuckled and shrugged.“I’ve had a few hours to think things over. Bottom line? It might be better to look on the bright side.”“What’s the…” I began, but trailed off, turning back toward the bed. “I got a message from Thiago last night,” I said, sitting down. “Is he back?”“Yes, he heard…” she started, but stopped, shaking her head.
CHARLOTTEThe activities of the previous day left me feeling weaker than I’d anticipated, but in a good way. I needed a minute to catch my breath afterward, but I was glad I did it.“How’re you feeling today?” Sonia asked as she walked into the room.I stared at her attire in confusion; she was wearing different clothes from yesterday—blue pants and a cream top I had never seen. She usually wore black, and seeing her in different colors felt strange and exciting. I realized she still had the apron on, and my face morphed into a frown. “What are you doing?” I asked, and she chuckled.“Making you breakfast. Well, everyone’s doing something as well—our way of saying thank you,” she said, folding her arms.“You don’t have to do anything in return. You already—” I started to say, but she held up her hand.“I’m sorry, we’ve been over this,” she said, and I chuckled.“Right. We have. Thank you,” I answered, and she nodded.“Do you have a plan for today?” she asked, and I looked at the clock,
CHARLOTTEWhen I opened my eyes, the car had slowed to a halt in front of a black gate, and the driver was speaking to a guard who held a large notepad. I sat up and watched as the guard shook his head and peered into the vehicle. I blinked in confusion and caught a flash of recognition in his eyes when he looked at me. He stepped back and sighed, returning to the security post to speak with his companion, who pressed a button, opening the gates.I tried to see his face as we drove past the post, but he had already moved inside, making it impossible to get a clear look. I replayed the moment of recognition in my mind, searching for a reason why he’d react like that, but nothing came to me. I shook the thought away and turned my attention to the environment as we passed trees and shrubs. Slowly, we made our way toward a building in the middle of a clearing, the pastel blue walls contrasting against the bright green landscape that surrounded us.The car slowed to a stop in front of the
CHARLOTTE“Come… come in,” I stammered, stepping away from the entrance and holding the door open for them to walk in.As they moved to different parts of the room, Sonia made a beeline for the wardrobe while the lawyer sat down on the couch opposite the bed. I peeped outside and scanned the hallway before closing the door. “Would you like something to drink? I could call room service,” I offered. They turned to look at me and shook their heads in unison.“You don’t have to do that,” Sonia said, turning to open the wardrobe door. She placed the items she was holding inside and started to lock it when she noticed the bouquet.“I’m alright,” Coleen said, setting her suitcase on the floor. I turned to her and watched as she reached into her bag, producing a notepad and a case file. “I had something to eat on my way here,” she added with a thin smile.“Are you sure?” I asked, glancing at Sonia, who had moved from her previous position to a corner of the room. She was leaning against the w
CHARLOTTE“Dafoe & Higgins,” I said as I stepped into the room. “I’ve never heard of them,” I added, glancing at Sonia, who had moved from her former position to sitting on the couch.“Yeah? I didn’t know about them either. I asked a friend for someone they could trust, and they recommended her. What do you think?” she replied. I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth.“I think she’s too excited to do this,” I answered, and she chuckled.“Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing?” she asked, and I shook my head.“Ideally, yes. But Berkeley was excited too, and that didn’t go well for him. I guess there’s a part of me that’s still scared of things going wrong,” I admitted, and we sat in silence for a while.“It’s okay to feel that way. The best we can do to prevent anything like that from happening is to ensure our security measures are airtight,” she replied as I walked toward the bed.“Yes, we’ll do that. The first thing on the list is to stop using the same location twice, esp
CHARLOTTEMy eyes fluttered open of their own accord the next morning. I had spent most of the night half awake, lying in bed, thinking about everything that had happened. I sat up in bed, mulling over the situation. There wasn’t much I could do to change anything beyond the plans I had already laid out.An uneasy feeling tugged at the back of my mind; it felt like I could sense danger from a mile away. I chalked it up to my fears trying to cripple my will to get things done and forced myself to look past it.Sun rays streamed into the room, and I looked outside the window. Soon, Sonia would be here, and I’d have to leave. I glanced at my phone and resisted the urge to pick it up, remembering how it had been used by the Narhzys to track my location. The last thing I wanted was to give them another reason to attack. Sonia’s plan to keep them in the dark seemed like a much better idea, and I was determined to stick with it.I got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and turned on the tap
CHARLOTTEHe stood up and shoved his hand into his pocket, and for the first time since he walked through the door, I noticed his outfit. He was wearing a blue shirt and black pants, with a white rose embroidered at the hem of his shirt, which served as a reminder that we were from different worlds.Yet somehow, our realities had intertwined. “Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if we never met on the plane?” I asked, and he shook his head.“I think we would’ve crossed paths somehow, Ms. Edwards,” he said, smiling.I relaxed as a familiar warmth filled his eyes. “You sound so sure,” I replied, and he put his hand in his pocket.“Yeah, this seems like one of those things you just know,” he answered with a shrug and walked to the door. “Would you like to go to the beach later today? It might help to be out a bit,” he added, and I shook my head.“I’d love to...” I swallowed before continuing. “I have a lot to do today, another time perhaps? I wouldn’t want to accept the invite and
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