CHARLOTTE“Did anything happen there? You seem worried,” Sonia said as soon as I stepped into the vehicle.“I… I don’t know, I feel weird. Like something’s going to happen, and I can’t do anything to stop it,” I replied.“What’s that supposed to mean?” she mumbled, frowning.“How many more questions do we have to go through until we get back to the part where I don’t know?” I asked sarcastically, and she rolled her eyes.“Don’t be snarky,” she retorted and turned to look out the window.“Can’t help it, that’s the point,” I answered as the driver started the ignition, and the car pulled out of the lot. “Everything is so complicated. I don’t understand it sometimes.”“Sometimes?” she echoed, and I chuckled. We spent the rest of the drive in silence; I was really tired of this cycle. I sounded like a broken record at this point, but the entire thing felt like it was taking more from me than I wanted to give.It seemed like life just brought numerous obstacles my way, and I was sick of go
ELENAMilan wasn’t proving to be everything I had hoped for when I returned. I had started to regret not completely leaving to start my life on my own terms. Not having the resources needed for sustenance had driven me back home, but it was starting to feel like I had made a terrible mistake. My father continued to pressure me about the wedding with Rogerio.I was tired of giving excuses, telling him we were still working on the plan when, in reality, nothing was happening. All I had gotten from this entire ordeal was a lavish bachelorette party. And money— lots of it. I had enough to keep me afloat for a few weeks, but my main goal hadn’t been achieved yet. When I returned home, my father made me promise to get Rogerio to marry me again; he wanted the union as a way to gain access to the Thuthai family.Knowing my family, I could tell that he had nefarious plans beyond what he told me, but my role wasn’t to ask questions. I had one job: to marry the heir of the Thuthai family wealth,
ROGERIOFor someone who’s envisioned having the grandest wedding the city has ever seen and looks forward to being part of the Thuthai family, Elena’s grudges were not unfounded, but I had my reservations too. It was easy to make the conversation we had about the wedding revolve around my uncertainty about whether she was going to leave again when, in reality, I couldn’t stop thinking about Charlotte.The conversation I had with Maria replays in my head every second. I needed to find Charlotte. I considered going back to the hotel, but I knew it was futile. If Maria didn’t want to talk about it the first time, she certainly wasn’t going to mention it at all. I had to find Charlotte on my own, but it was becoming clearer that all the resources I had couldn’t get a definite location.The private investigators I hired were at their wits’ end; they’d seen nothing like this. It felt like she dropped off the surface of the Earth.“Why can’t they find her?” I said and leaned backward.I was
ROGERIO“I want this,” he said, pointing to the bottle sitting on the bar table. I glanced at it and arched my eyebrow.“You need to be more specific. We’re already drinking wine. You want some?” I asked with feigned confusion, and he smiled.“Don’t be intentionally obtuse, Rogerio. It’s not cute,” he sighed, standing up and walking to the bar to pour more into his glass.“I’m not trying to be cute. I want you to say the words,” I answered in a stern tone, and we stared at each other for a few seconds before he looked away.He lifted the bottle and stared at the label. “You know what I want,” he muttered, setting the bottle back on the counter.“Yes,” I started, glancing at the bottle before scoffing. “I want you to explain why you want me to enter a war my father and those before him had the sense to stay out of as a favor,” I answered and shook my head. “Do you really think I’d agree to that?”“I’m not asking you to turn against the Narhzy family, Rogerio, I’m—” he began, but I shoo
CHARLOTTEI shifted uncomfortably in the car. The crowd outside had grown bigger, and I could hear sirens in the distance. “What’s happening out there? I should…” I began, reaching for the door, but the driver locked it.“Why… What’d you do that for?!” I exclaimed. He turned around and looked at me intently.“I’m sorry, Signora,” he said after a short silence, then returned to his seat. “I can’t let you leave the car,” he finished, and I scoffed.“You can’t let me leave the car? That sounds ridiculous. Open the damn door,” I retorted, but he exhaled and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.“I’m trying to keep you safe, Signora; that’s my job. I can’t let you out of the car,” he answered and started watching the area.“Then you’d…” I started to say, but he suddenly pressed the buttons, and the car unlocked. I looked at him in confusion and reached for the door when Sonia entered through the other door.“Where are you going?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.I let go of the door and
CHARLOTTEWhen I opened my eyes the next morning, I knew the meeting with Thiago I was hoping for wouldn’t happen, and this time it wasn’t because I was averse to seeing him. My body ached in places I didn’t know existed; it was hard to move without groaning in pain.“What’s happening?” I said and placed a palm on my head to feel my temperature.The room started to spin, and my mouth instantly became dry, leaving a bitter aftertaste when I swallowed. I sighed at how warm my forehead felt and tried to sit up, but my body had plans of its own. It had decided we weren’t leaving that spot any time soon. I let my hands fall onto the sheets and shook my head. What a way to start the morning.I chuckled at the irony of everything— now that I was willing to see Thiago so I could ignore the thoughts that were on a loop in my mind; I had fallen ill. I looked around for my phone and realized it had fallen on the floor.I contemplated calling Sonia but decided against it. She’d be here soon and wo
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CHARLOTTEI wasn’t feeling any better the next day, and I knew I had to get medication, but I neither had the energy to move from one place to another, nor could I bring myself to pick up my phone to call for help. I lay in bed for over twenty minutes, wondering why my body had chosen this moment to give in to illness.“I guess we can’t have it all,” I muttered, trying to sit up, but my limbs ached as I tried to move them. I sighed and looked around the room. Sonia would be over soon, and I knew she’d want to get a nurse, but for some reason, I didn’t want her to.I couldn’t quite wrap my head around why, but somewhere at the back of my mind, I felt I had neglected something regarding my health. I wanted to be the first to find out what it was before anyone else. I forced myself to sit up despite the pain in my joints, exhaling slowly. The room began to spin as I rested my back against the wall and tried to relax.I heard my phone ringing and started looking around for it, only to rea
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
CHARLOTTEI stood in that spot for a few minutes, thinking about what I had heard and wondering how to salvage the situation. I hated the feeling of helplessness that enveloped me as I contemplated the available options I had.It felt like I had been boxed into a corner with my hands tied, and all I could do was watch as things went south.There were a few things I had grown accustomed to loathing, and feeling like this was one of them. I had to do something to ensure everyone was safe, but there wasn’t much I could do from here. I glanced at the phone’s screen and realized I had spent more time than I had initially scheduled.Pressing the button to open the elevator doors, I stepped in and tried to push the image of Maria lying in a hospital bed out of my mind, but that proved futile.Her feeble voice and coughing fits were on a loop in my mind, and what made things worse was the fact that I could be of no help since I was far away. I started thinking about making a trip to Milan, bu
CHARLOTTEI spent the rest of the day ensuring everything was in place for Thiago to resume the following day. I had made up my mind to return to managing the club and had sent him a text to that effect.Being on the board meant I still had access to the firm, and if I ever needed to look through other files, I could do so with ease. I was delighted to return to the club and my office.This switch also meant that I would have time for other things, and I embraced it with open arms.When I finished for the day, I handed the reports to the secretary and exited the building. Sonia and the driver were waiting in their usual spot when I reached the parking lot.She seemed a little distracted, immersed in responding to someone through the walkie-talkie she occasionally hung on her belt. I chalked it up to work-related stress and decided not to ask if everything was alright. After all, if something was wrong, there wasn’t much I could do about it anyway.As the car pulled out of the lot, I p
CHARLOTTEAs expected, the pasta I had there was great, and the service was even better. I ordered extra meal packs for Sonia and the driver, who had refused to set foot in the diner but decided to stand watch outside while I ate.I also requested an extra pack for myself and some pastries to eat later in the day. When I stepped outside, I handed the packs to the duo, who gave me a confused look for a moment.Then the aroma of pasta wafted through the air, and Sonia gave a knowing smile. I walked away as they expressed their gratitude and matched my pace. The driver got into the car first while Sonia helped me with the door.As he started the ignition, I decided to go on one more trip, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it with people watching me, especially if those people were Thiago’s loyal staff. “I’d like to go somewhere else,” I said before I had the opportunity to change my mind.Sonia held the car door open and arched an eyebrow. “Where?”“It’s... private. But I’ll tell you w
CHARLOTTEI opened my eyes and glanced at the clock as sunlight ricocheted off the walls. The curtains had been pushed open, and an empty bottle of wine lay on the floor.My vision blurred as I tried to focus on the clock, and my eyes watered.I closed them and sighed, the day had come too soon. But to be fair, I had spent all night buried in things that reopened old scars.My thoughts shifted to the files I had been reading a few hours ago, and I pondered what to do with the information I had uncovered. As I considered my options, a dull throb settled in my head, but I didn’t move an inch from where I was lying.I had too much to think about, and a hangover headache was the least of my problems. I shook my head, chuckled a little, and decided to stick with the decision I had made earlier.There wasn’t much I could do anyway, I would simply be walking into more trouble than I bargained for, and that was the last thing I needed at this point in my life.I thought about my relationship
CHARLOTTEI sent Sonia a message telling her to give me a few minutes to wrap things up before stepping out of the office. My hands trembled as I typed each word, but I knew it had to be done or she would waltz into the building looking for me and eventually find me here.I didn’t want anyone, especially not someone who reports directly to Thiago, to know what I had stumbled upon. I stared at the device for a second, then placed it into the box. I shook my head and placed the other files on the box, but left out the one I wanted to read earlier.The conversation I listened to left me feeling very confused. I knew there had to be a reason why Thiago had been helping me, but discovering that he was part of the reason I had a terrible life growing up left me in a constant state of bewilderment.I reached for the file left on the floor and skimmed through it. Each page left me feeling numb as it contained documents giving periodic reports of my activities from when my parents died up unti
CHARLOTTERealizing that I had gone through life feeling alone and struggling through everything on my own wasn’t because I was alone in the world.Nor was it because I didn’t have a family that cared for me. It was because a group of people had decided to serve injustice on a platter and make my life a living hell to serve whatever purpose they considered proper.I stared at the file sitting in my lap as tears formed at the corners of my eyes, and memories of the life I had led flashed through my mind.Everything would’ve been easier, or at least there would have been a smidge of hope lurking in the corner, if someone from either side of my parents’ family had found me and taken care of me.I started to think about the possible reasons they would have to do something so treacherous, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Were they scared that I would come back seeking revenge if I had lived with a family member?Why didn’t they make my death a reality then? That would’ve been so much
CHARLOTTEThis wasn’t the time to cry. It was the time to find out why Thiago was linked to my parents’ death and why this information had never been made public.I kept reading and discovered that he had been a teenager when the accident occurred. While he had been willing to testify, his family had bought off the detective in charge of the case and silenced anyone who attempted to investigate further.I pressed my palm over my mouth to stifle a scream, glancing around the room in a panic. I couldn’t afford to draw attention to myself. My curiosity had led me to this place, and now it felt like I had stumbled into a torture chamber, each revelation cutting deeper than the last.I didn’t know how to process this avalanche of information, but I couldn’t stop now.This was just one folder. The rest of the files still lay scattered on the floor, and the shelves were lined with others. As I looked around, my stomach churned at the thought of what else I might uncover. Would I even be able
CHARLOTTE“What… How did this get here?” I muttered, picking up the picture and staring at it intently. My eyes scanned the room as waves of confusion and curiosity coursed through me.My thoughts were a jumbled mess. Where was I, and why was there a picture of my family in the company vault?One question after another sprang to mind, and as my gaze fell back onto the stack of folders scattered on the floor, I knew there was only one way to get answers.I had to go through the files in this room, every single one of them if that’s what it would take.Ignoring the dust, I sank to the floor and reached for the folder from which I assumed the picture had fallen. Its name tag bore only one word: Edwards. My family name. My voice barely above a whisper, I repeated, “Edwards,” and opened the folder.I tried to calm my nerves as I began reading, but with each sentence, my heart pounded faster. The first page contained details about my parents and their real professions, information similar t