CHARLOTTEWe arrived at the gates a few minutes later. The guards took one look at the license plate, and the gate swung open in seconds. As the car slowed to a halt in front of the entrance, Thiago offered to help me carry the bags up to the penthouse.“I can handle it,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s just food, and we aren’t trudging up a hill this time. I’m taking the elevator. And you need to get home and catch some sleep. You look exhausted.”“I feel exhausted, but in a good way. Thank you for agreeing to do this,” he said, smiling wistfully. “I might be gone for a few days, weeks even, depending on the situation,” he added, turning off the ignition.“The situation?” I asked, confused.“Before I came over this morning, I received a call from the office. They are investigating the incident at The Hilton, and the culprit is a relentless menace. He has his eyes set on my family’s fortune, and they feel like I need to lay low for a few days. That’s why I came over today; I wasn’t sur
CHARLOTTE“You’re staring at the car like you’re never going to see him again,” a voice said from behind me. Startled, I turned around to see who it was and locked gazes with Sonia, who was leaning against the door that led to the reception area.“Hi Sonia, I didn’t hear you coming,” I said and started walking towards the entrance, carrying the bags with extra care.“Yeah, I figured. I’ve been standing here for a few seconds, but you seemed lost in thought and I didn’t want to distract you. Need some help with the bags?” she asked as her eyes moved from my face and rested on the items I was holding.“Nah, I can manage. I think,” I answered, and I stopped in my tracks when I got to where she was standing. “Is he going to be safe?”She nodded and shifted her weight to a different foot. “As safe as a Mooze can be. He has people who would do anything to make sure he’s safe and sound.”“You’re one of those people, aren’t you?” I asked, and she nodded in response. “How does it feel to be sa
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
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EPILOGUEFive years had passed since Charlotte and Rogerio decided to give their relationship a second chance. They had committed to the process, putting in the work, and it had blossomed into something beautiful.Their marriage had grown stronger, filled with mutual respect, understanding, and a shared vision for the future.Together, they built a family, welcoming two children, a boy and a girl, into their lives. They vowed to raise them with love, patience, and the wisdom gained from their own past mistakes, ensuring they grew up to be better people than they had ever been.Determined to create lasting memories, they prioritized family time, going on trips, attending couple’s therapy, working on their businesses as a team, and making sure they were present in each other’s lives.Over time, both of them had changed in ways neither had expected, shaped by experience, love, and the desire to be better versions of themselves.Rogerio had learned to treat people with more empathy, to be
CHARLOTTEElena’s trial had concluded, and she had been sentenced to life imprisonment in a maximum-security prison. I wasn’t sure if the verdict truly satisfied me, but knowing she would be locked away for a very long time, unable to pose a threat to me or anyone else, filled me with reassurance.I decided to visit Thiago, who had returned to Milan to support his friend during the trial. I sent him a text asking if we could have dinner together; there were things I needed to discuss with him and I wanted his honest opinion. He readily agreed, and the next day, I boarded a plane to Milan.The entire flight, I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that this would be the last time I set foot in this city for a very long time.As soon as I arrived, I went straight to the estate to speak with the staff. I was still undecided about selling the villa, but if they were willing to stay and take care of the place in my absence, I would consider keeping it. When I spoke to the chef about this, he
ROGERIOI had been visiting Maria’s grave every week since my memory returned. Mostly out of guilt. I felt responsible for what had happened to her in more ways than one. If I had listened, if I had stopped Elena before she spiraled, none of this would have happened.Maria would still be alive, and perhaps, Charlotte would still be here too. But it was too late for “maybes” and “could-haves.”I hadn’t returned to the office yet. There was nothing there that my grandfather and mother couldn’t handle, and I needed to be alone. This place, the cemetery, seemed like the perfect escape.It had become a ritual. Each day, I knelt by Maria’s tombstone, remembering our time at the estate. She had been the mother figure mine never was, and losing her had affected me more than I could have imagined. I hated myself for it. As I sat there, lost in grief, I heard a branch snap behind me.I turned, expecting Thiago or one of the guards checking in on me. But when I saw who it was, every nerve in my
CHAPTER 148 CHARLOTTEThings in L.A. had been going smoothly, but my heart was still in Milan. The case remained unresolved, making a return seem like a foolish idea, yet each passing day filled me with the temptation to board a flight and see things for myself.The air here carried a tension of its own as the reveal Thiago and I had planned drew closer. I wanted to delay it further, but there was no point, it was better to get it over with once and for all.School was the only thing holding together any shred of sanity I had left, and I didn’t take it for granted.I allowed myself to grieve Maria and heal at my own pace, though the days dragged on, making it feel like there was no coming back from such a loss.While I tried to focus on the silver linings, I still felt alone, even with Thiago’s unwavering support. I hated how lost I felt deep down. Two weeks later, I decided to damn the consequences and visit Milan. What was the worst that could happen?If things went terribly wrong,
ROGERIOWe had returned to Milan, and the police dropped by the house to question me about the accident, the trip, and a million other things, but Thiago wouldn’t let them past the gates after the first interview.In his words, I needed time to recuperate, and this was true. I had gone from feeling much better to being disoriented.I couldn’t tell if it was the barrage of questions or the flashing lights from the press trying to get pictures of me when I came out of the apartment, but I certainly needed a break from everything. Things were moving too fast, and to top it off, I was having occasional headaches.My memory was still hazy, but I would occasionally remember things, only for some parts to remain out of reach, leaving me struggling to recall.It was a continuous struggle between trying to stay in the present and drifting into fragments of the past, but I tried to maintain some composure and hoped that things went as planned.My mom and grandfather occasionally came to visit,
CHARLOTTEAfter carefully processing the information I had uncovered, I decided to return to Milan to warn Rogerio about Elena. I chose not to inform Thiago, knowing he would try to stop me.Besides, he had told me it was my prerogative to do what I felt was right, and I fully intended to do just that.Upon arriving in Milan, I went straight to the detective I had previously hired. Though he had mixed feelings about my return, he remained in charge of Maria’s case, which made things easier.I laid out everything I had learned about Elena’s involvement in the attacks and her plans for Rogerio. When I refused to disclose my source, he assured me that they would treat it as an anonymous tip to protect my safety while they investigated further.I asked if I could speak to Rogerio directly, only to learn that he had already left the city, with his last known destination being Mykonos. The realization hit me, he had been following me.That only reinforced my suspicions. If Elena knew he was
ELENARealizing that I had made such a grave mistake kept me on edge. I hadn’t heard anything implicating from the media or Rogerio, but I was still nervous.I had stayed away from the public eye and ensured that my return to the city hadn’t made any headlines. It was enough that the topic had shifted from my disastrous wedding to the attack on the Thuthai estate and Maria’s death.The news hadn’t mentioned anything about Charlotte, and I started to wonder if Rogerio had brought her up just to rattle my nerves.“Well, if that was his plan, then he succeeded,” I muttered to myself, wondering if I had gone too far in ordering the men to attack his vehicle.I hadn’t wanted anything serious to happen to him, just enough to make him come back home and give up his search for his ex-wife. But the silence from his end over the past few days was starting to bother me.I didn’t want to show up at his mother’s estate uninvited; she must be irritated with all the chaos surrounding her family, and
ROGERIOThe sun’s rays beat against my face and I put out an arm to block it, then looked around. The last thing I remember was getting off the plane and the car somersaulting several times in the air.I didn’t know where I was or what exactly had brought me here. I got up from the ground and tried to brush the sand off my clothes when I realized that I was injured in a few places, but it was nothing serious.The car, however, lay turned on its back, tires rolling in the air, which smelled of petrol and something else. I looked at the car and realized that there were people trapped inside. I wasn’t sure how I had gotten out, but I had to help them out too.I tried to move and realized that I had sprained my ankle. I didn’t realize how terrible it was earlier because my body was still recovering from the shock.As I tried to move my limbs, my body let me know that it had gone through much more than I could reckon. I couldn’t move as quickly as I wanted to, and I wondered if I would be