CHARLOTTE“I can’t take the job,” I said as soon as I stepped into the office. Thiago raised his head to meet my gaze and broke into a grin.“I knew you’d come,” he replied, standing up. “Sit. How are you feeling?”“I’m exhausted, and it’s not the type that comes from physical exertion. I can’t explain it, but I’m genuinely tired of everything,” I answered, sitting down.He returned to his seat and watched my expression for a moment before speaking.“I can’t say I understand how you feel, but I know what it’s like to feel overwhelmed by situations, especially those beyond our control. But I think you should take the job.”“Why? I don’t have any experience. I don’t know what it’s like to run a business, and I don’t have a degree that would give me the foundation to pull it off either. What’s the point?” I replied, throwing my hands up in frustration.When we left the apartment, Sonia had tried to convince me to take the job. I had been considering it during the ride here, but when I st
CHARLOTTEWe spent the rest of the day shopping, and what I thought would be a tedious spree turned out to be unexpectedly delightful. It gave me a glimpse of Thiago in a completely different light. I’d seen him in many shades, commanding with his security personnel, thoughtful and kind, calm yet simmering with intensity. But this carefree, lighthearted side of him was new.He had Sonia and the other guards keep a respectful distance as we moved between stores, selecting outfits. Thiago would try on clothing, examine himself in the mirror, and eagerly ask for my feedback. I knew he valued honesty, so I gave it without hesitation.If something looked good, I told him; if it didn’t, I suggested a different color or style. He did the same when I modeled my picks, though it took me a little while to loosen up enough to show him.Each time I tried on a dress, skirt, or blouse, he offered playful yet sincere critiques that eased my nerves. By the end of the day, I was laughing at his exagge
ROGERIO“Hello, Rogerio,” the voice rang through the speaker, and my eyes flew open as I recognized who the speaker was. My mother rarely called. She was prone to making unannounced visits; a call meant that she had grown weary of the situation but couldn’t be bothered enough to make a trip.If it was important enough for her to make a call, there were two things attached to it. One, it needed to be urgently resolved. Two, she wouldn’t want to have the conversation again. I sat up and glanced around the room.I had taken the day off to schedule a meeting with Thiago, but he rescheduled, and I went home. It was a strange decision, an impulsive one, but I did it. The alternative was to go back to the office, then prepare for dinner with Elena, but I chose peace and quiet.“Hello, Mother, how’re you doing?” I replied and closed my eyes as she cleared her throat.“Were you asleep?” she asked, and I arched an eyebrow.“Why? You sound surprised,” I answered, trying to steady my nerves. I co
ELENARogerio’s approach to planning the wedding had finally pushed me to the wall, so I decided to call his mother. My family had spent the last few weeks reminding me that I’d thrown away my chances with the Thuthai family the first time, and I had to ensure the wedding happened this time. They didn’t care if I had to grovel or beg to become the next Signora Thuthai; they simply wanted me to do whatever it took to get it done.I knew calling his mom was a power move. She wouldn’t entertain the flimsy excuses Rogerio had been giving me for not picking a date, and he’d be forced to do whatever she said. As I sat at my vanity table, doing my makeup for the dinner Rogerio and I were supposed to have tonight, I wondered if he’d detest me even more than he already did - or if he’d understand that I’d done what needed to be done.The door creaked open, and a head full of red hair peeked through. I blinked, confused. I’d been expecting my assistant and had already prepared a speech to addre
ROGERIOThe wind blew debris across the estate as I stepped out of the front door. I watched the gardener and another worker dash toward the trash bins, trying to gather the scattered pieces and secure them. Climbing into the car, I glanced back at the house one last time.Maria’s response lingered in my mind as the vehicle hummed to life. The driver guided us through the gates and into the bustling city center, a blur of movement and noise. My visit to Maria had been a dead end; she was hell-bent on keeping Charlotte’s whereabouts from me, and for good reason.I was certain Maria knew exactly where Charlotte was staying, but she’d made the same calculations I had. My confession hadn’t helped my case.I’d assumed that being honest with her would make her see reason, that she might even try to help me out of this impossible situation. But hope, as I’ve learned, is a fickle emotion— present one moment, gone the next. As soon as she started laughing, I knew I’d lost the fight completely.
CHARLOTTEThe party had gone according to plan; everyone had a great time, and I was delighted to have pulled it off despite my initial doubts. It felt like, for the first time in a long while, something had gone according to plan without any hitches, and I was delighted to be part of it.As people filed out of the establishment, I settled into my office chair, sipping wine straight from the bottle. It felt like a small reward for a job well done. However, by the time I reached my second bottle, I knew leaving the office without stumbling over objects, or even people, was becoming increasingly unlikely.I giggled at the thought of falling over things, but knew it would be a terrible sight for everyone involved to watch their new manager embarrass herself because she couldn’t hold her alcohol. That was why I had stuck to drinking only a few glasses while the party was in full swing. Now that I was certain everyone had enjoyed themselves, it was time for my little celebration.When I le
CHARLOTTEWhen I opened my eyes, the car had slowed to a halt in front of a building. The air felt different - oddly familiar. I was too drowsy to look around and assumed it was the alcohol creating the effect I wanted when I started drinking. Without much thought, I went back to sleep.A light tap on my shoulder stirred me. I tried to open my eyes, but muttered something incomprehensible instead. The last thing I heard was Thiago’s chuckle before I felt my body being lifted from the seat.“Can’t let you fall asleep here. Let’s get you somewhere comfortable,” he said softly.Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my head against his chest.His scent filled my senses as I drifted into a semi-conscious state. Unlike me, reeking of alcohol, he smelled different. A blend of something sweet and musky. I tried to identify the scent, but surrendered to the pull of sleep again.Time blurred as I slept. When I tried to open my eyes again, I realized I was no longer in his
CharlotteAfter spending some time moving around the house, I decided I was ready to read what was in the folder. I walked to the room, grabbed the file from the bedside table, and moved to the couch in the middle of the room.The first few pages contained what seemed like legal jargon I’d need a lawyer to properly interpret, but I kept reading. Soon, I got the hang of it, though I wasn’t sure I completely understood what was happening - until I got to the sixth page.At the bottom of the page was a highlighted section that showed my parents’ names as the owners of a property and detailed how the ownership had been illegally transferred to a member of the Narhzy family.The next line was a court order stating that the property should be returned to “… Charlotte Naomi Edwards within weeks of this…” I started reading out loud, and my eyes widened in surprise.I let go of the file, and its contents scattered to the ground as a gasp escaped my lips. I stared at the papers for a few minute
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
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
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
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
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