CHARLOTTE“Hello, Maria,” I said as I pushed the door open and walked into the room. I had been waiting a long time to see her face, and the instant I had the opportunity to do so, I didn’t wait one second longer.I made sure things at the club were going as planned, entrusted the care of the business to Sonia’s hands, and left L.A. at the crack of dawn the next morning.Leaving the city I had run to for a fresh start and going back to a place I didn’t think I’d ever return to in a very long time filled me with apprehension. I wasn’t sure what to expect.Maria didn’t know I was coming for obvious reasons. The last thing I wanted was to make her worry about me, but this had to be done.This was my fight, and I had seen enough of what happened to people who got caught in the crossfire to know that I needed to be there to handle things myself.A part of me hoped I wouldn’t see Rogerio. I hadn’t thought about him in a while, and I was happy about it.I expected him to be married to his ne
ROGERIOElena and I hadn’t spoken since the argument she had at my house, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.The picture I had picked up when she stormed out was still with me; it currently lay on my office desk and distracted me from all the work I had planned to do that day.I longed to ask her how she had gotten a picture of Charlotte, but given the current circumstances, that wasn’t a question she’d like to answer.I had a feeling she’d turn the case around and say that I had come up with the picture to start an argument and make things worse by stating that it was probably the reason I didn’t show up at the church.My thoughts bounced all over the place. Each question I asked myself had an answer and a corresponding question that was left unanswered. I shook my head at how disorganized my thought process was and how confusing everything had become.“I have to get to the bottom of this. I have to know how she got this picture,” I mumbled over and over again as I th
ROGERIOWe made our way to the hospital, where Maria had been admitted. Finding it wasn’t the hard part. That was public knowledge at this point. Getting in, on the other hand... now that was something else.If I wasn’t already angry enough, I could feel my frustration tipping over as the nurse at the reception desk shook her head.“I’m sorry, sir, but we can’t give out information to non-family members.”I looked at her like she had grown an extra head, resisting the urge to ask if she knew who she was speaking to. Somehow, I had a feeling that even if she did, it wouldn’t change anything.There were still institutions where my family’s influence meant nothing, especially in cases like this, but I decided to give it a try.“What do you mean, ‘non-family members?’ The incident happened at my estate. I practically grew up there with Maria as my caregiver. If anyone should be on that list, it should be me. Please check again. The name’s Rogerio. Rogerio Thuthai,” I said.She sighed. “I
ELENAThe day was going better than I had anticipated, and I hoped nothing would change that. I hadn’t spoken to Rogerio in a while, and quite frankly, my mental health had improved.I was still annoyed about being stood up at the church, that was a grudge I intended to carry for the rest of my life. If he wanted me to feel what it was like to be made a fool in front of everyone, he had succeeded.But now, it was time to stop playing games and actually set another date for the wedding.He seemed reluctant to do that, and it made me angrier by the minute, at least until Keisha suggested we take a trip out of Milan for a few days. She had some business to attend to in Mauritius and felt that a change of scenery would do me a lot of good.I reluctantly agreed but asked for two days to put some things in place. When I was certain that everything I wanted was going according to plan, I packed a few bags, and we left on her husband’s private plane. Well… it was hers now. He was dead, and ev
CHARLOTTENo matter what I did, my mind always wandered to the picture of Thiago and me. I couldn’t place the feeling I had upon seeing it, but I knew that the night he had taken me home, I saw him take out his phone to do something.I had been drunk from the party and thought it was just a fuzzy memory at the time, but the more I thought about it, the clearer it became. Thiago had taken a picture of me, and then he had taken another of both of us.I could bet that in both pictures, I had been too inebriated to stop him.That was in the past now. The question that lodged itself at the back of my mind was, why?I desperately wanted to confront him about it, but I knew it was neither the time nor the place to do so. There were more pressing issues at hand, and I needed to attend to those first.We had gone through the gifts that had been sent earlier, and just when we thought it was over and things had quieted down, more gifts poured in.It irritated me as much as it fascinated me. I ha
CHARLOTTEI was in a daze, unable to fully process what had happened. All I felt was the detective’s hand on my arm, pulling me away, and my feet followed him until we reached the car that had brought us to the restaurant.He opened the door, told me to get in, looked around, then entered and instructed the driver to move as quickly as possible.Our driver, pale and visibly frightened, obliged as I kept looking back at the restaurant. The sound of the ignition starting and the engine revving pulled me back to the present, and I stared at my hands in shock.There were droplets of blood on them. I could feel something sliding down my forehead, but I was too terrified to check what it was.“Maria,” I muttered, turning to look at the restaurant, which had faded into the distance as the sound of police sirens grew louder.I lowered my hands, turned to the detective, and swallowed hard. I wanted to ask him if this was all just a dream, but his grim expression gave me the answer I was too af
ROGERIOSpeaking to Elena had infuriated me more than I anticipated. She didn’t admit to being responsible for what had happened at the estate, which was expected and smart. It would be foolish to say, “Yes, I sent people to harass innocent people,” but I knew that if she was truly behind it, she would try to cover her tracks.Perhaps being in Mauritius was the first step in removing herself from the suspect list. She had an alibi; she wasn’t in the city when it happened. And if I knew anything about her relationship with Keisha, it was that her friend would stand solidly behind her, swearing she had nothing to do with it.Now that I had gotten that conversation out of the way, I had to make sure this wasn’t linked to my family in any way. I also had to find a way to see Maria. I knew she was angry that I hadn’t paid the issue any real attention when she pointed it out to me, but I knew her, she could only stay angry for so long.I’ve never taken her forgiving heart for granted, but I
ELENAI decided to call Rogerio. With the way things were going, it was evident that I couldn’t go back to Milan right away, and staying in contact with him was the only way I could make sure things hadn’t been blown out of proportion.But I knew I couldn’t show how I was really feeling. It was important to maintain a nonchalant facade and hope he said something that would give me a hint or let me know what was going on.He picked up on the first ring, but the background noise was too much, so I hung up and decided to call back after a few minutes. I paced the room, thinking about what could’ve possibly happened in the last few hours.After he called, I reached out to my father’s men, the ones who handled work he didn’t want linked back to him, to clear up anything that could put me in the middle of the mess Rogerio said was brewing. But they hadn’t gotten back to me yet.I sighed, picked up the phone, and called Rogerio again. He answered immediately but seemed a little distracted.“
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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
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, I’d join my p
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