~CharlotteThe sunlight filtered weakly through the heavy drapes in the living room, but its warmth was no comfort to me. I sat on the couch, surrounded by tissues and with my phone clutched tightly in my hand. My eyes burned from crying, and my body ached from sitting in the same spot all night. I hadn’t slept; I hadn’t eaten. All I had done was dial Adam’s number over and over, praying for him to pick up. Each time it rang, my heart leaped, only for it to sink again when it went to voicemail. I had even called Jacques, his assistant, hoping he might have heard from Adam. But Jacques had said he was in a meeting and couldn’t step out. His voice had been calm, almost indifferent, but I could hear the slight edge of concern in his tone when I told him what had happened. “He hasn’t called you?” I had asked, my voice breaking. “No, ma’am,” Jacques had replied. “I’m sure everything is fine. Mr. Adam knows how to handle himself.” But what if this time he hadn’t? My sobs echoed th
~Charlotte After a long and exhausting day at work, I slumped into my bed, my hair covering my face. I drifted into sleep, completely oblivious to the fact that I still had my shoes and clothes on. My peaceful rest was abruptly disrupted by the chime of my phone. Swiftly, I reached for it to check the message. The sender was an unknown number, but the message simply said, "Hey, babe, I'm back. Let's meet at Morgan Guest house. I have a surprise for you." I was surprised, "Why would Dylan text me with a different line? Could he have lost his phone?" I thought to myself. Anyway, that doesn't matter. All I care about now is seeing the love of my life, whom I hadn't seen in nearly a year. Dylan had planned to propose to me earlier last year, but along the way, he traveled to England for his master's degree with a promise to propose upon his return. Filled with excitement, I eagerly texted back, "Can't wait to see you too, honey," I exclaimed with a radiant smile on my face. Yawning
~ Charlotte "Are you two not ashamed of yourselves?" Adam said with a cold, demeaning tone as his driver gently pushed him into the room. "Clap for yourselves." I turned my gaze toward the source of the voice and noticed a wheelchair parked by the room door. Dylan's body trembled as he recognized the familiar voice. Eleanor , too, was stunned by the furious outburst, her eyes widening in disbelief. It was Adam ! Her fiancé had returned unexpectedly early! Seated in the wheelchair was a man with short hair and piercing eyes beneath thick eyebrows that gleamed with intensity. He glared angrily at the scene unfolding before him. "Why are you here?" Dylan's mouth twitched as he stood there awkwardly, uncertain of what to do. He had always harbored a slight fear of Adam , and now, with the added guilt of wrongdoing, he felt even more ashamed. Adam's gaze turned cold as he scrutinized his brother and Eleanor , who was dressed in a man's shirt. His eyes then shifted to the cake and t
~Charlotte "The man I love is with your fiancée, and if I marry you, don't you think this is too dramatic?" I couldn't find words to describe my emotions at this moment. It all just seemed incredibly implausible.. "You only need to tell me your decision," Adam responded, retracting his gaze. A newfound resolve flickered in his eyes, a determination he had never displayed before. "I won't marry you! I don't love you at all. Why should I marry you?" I blurted out without hesitation. "You love him. So, as long as you marry me, you can see him every day! My legs are already paralyzed. Even if you marry me, I won't be able to touch you. We'd only have a nominal relationship! I just can't accept this. Can you tolerate a situation like that?" I blurted out. Adam gazed at me with an icy stare. I found myself at a loss for words. Like any ordinary person, I had blood, flesh, and feelings. But I had also been deeply hurt by the man I had once loved so dearly. How could I possibly cont
~ Charlotte Hearing the disconnected tone, I sighed, and suddenly tears cascaded down my cheeks. I couldn't believe the love of my life had turned into my enemy, someone I had to deal with. How cruel the world can be. As I attempted to wipe away the tears in my eyes, my phone was abruptly snatched from my hand. I turned to the man beside me, observing as he skillfully entered a series of numbers on the phone's screen. "What are you doing?" "This is my phone number. I've saved it for you! If you ever need anything in the future, feel free to give me a call!" Adam shared his number and used my phone to dial his own. He then handed the phone back to me. I quietly placed it in my bag without a glance, then turned my attention to the view outside, my thoughts in a whirl. The car pulled up swiftly in front of an upscale shopping mall. Arthur assisted Adam into a wheelchair, and I exited the car, joining them. As i gazed at the shopping mall ahead, I was puzzled why Adam had brought
~Adam Dylan entered with Eleanor, hand in hand. I observed them with frustration, but as the older brother, I suppressed my anger, maintaining my pride and ego. "I'll be in my room," I informed Albert, wheeling away from the two betrayers by my side. Dylan appeared shocked, mouth agape, while Eleanor struggled to conceal the shame of entangling herself with two brothers. I gave them a stern gaze as I prepared to leave. My grandfather, Albert, called after me as I walked away. "Adam, wait. What's happening? Why are you marrying Charlotte and not Eleanor?" He turned to Dylan, "What's going on?" No response from Dylan. Albert halted me and inquired, "Why is Dylan holding hands with Eleanor in a disturbing manner? What's happening?" I met his gaze and replied, "Dylan and Eleanor betrayed my trust. I believe Dylan is in a better position to answer your question ." I left without further explanation. The next morning, thoughts of visiting Charlotte's mother filled my mind. I quickly
~ Charlotte My heart was pounding as I watched the two black jeeps pull up beside us. I turned to look at Adam, expecting to see him looking as concerned as I was, but to my surprise, he was completely calm, almost nonchalant. In fact, he even seemed to be enjoying the situation. As the man from the jeep got out, Adam laughed and greeted him warmly. "What's up, buddy?" he said, shaking hands with the man. "How's the family?" I could only stare in disbelief. I thought we were being attacked. Adam turned to me with a smile on his face, "It's all fine. These guys are my friends from the military. That's how we greet each other, it's just a thing we do. I promise you, you're perfectly safe." He said smiling. I smiled back at him, with my heart still pounding in my chest. "It's fine", I said, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Adam turned his gaze to his friends. "Your rooms have been prepared in the mansion," please make yourselves c
~ Charlotte I felt the pain like a jolt of electricity, and everything seemed to slow down. I looked at the knife, its glistening blade stained with my blood. I could hear the sound of the congregation gasping, and I looked up to see their faces, frozen in horror. I couldn't believe what was happening, and I struggled to understand the reality of the situation. I looked down at Adam, and saw his face contorted in pain and fear. I felt myself falling, the pain in my stomach intensifying. I couldn't move, and I was powerless to stop the descent. I landed on the ground with a thud, my body limp. I could hear Adam shouting for help, his voice filled with panic. All I could do was lie there, watching as people ran around in a state of confusion. Finally, an ambulance arrived, and two paramedics rushed to my side. They lifted me onto a stretcher and carried me to the ambulance. Adam watched as the paramedics placed me in the ambulance and closed the doors. As the ambulance p
~CharlotteThe sunlight filtered weakly through the heavy drapes in the living room, but its warmth was no comfort to me. I sat on the couch, surrounded by tissues and with my phone clutched tightly in my hand. My eyes burned from crying, and my body ached from sitting in the same spot all night. I hadn’t slept; I hadn’t eaten. All I had done was dial Adam’s number over and over, praying for him to pick up. Each time it rang, my heart leaped, only for it to sink again when it went to voicemail. I had even called Jacques, his assistant, hoping he might have heard from Adam. But Jacques had said he was in a meeting and couldn’t step out. His voice had been calm, almost indifferent, but I could hear the slight edge of concern in his tone when I told him what had happened. “He hasn’t called you?” I had asked, my voice breaking. “No, ma’am,” Jacques had replied. “I’m sure everything is fine. Mr. Adam knows how to handle himself.” But what if this time he hadn’t? My sobs echoed th
~CharlotteIt had been six months since Adam and I got married, and every day felt like a dream I never wanted to wake up from. Today was no different. We had just finished our antenatal appointment, and everything was perfect. The doctor said the baby was growing beautifully. Adam was practically glowing with pride as he helped me out of the hospital. As soon as we got into the car, I leaned back with a smile, resting my hand on my belly. “The baby’s kicking,” I whispered, my voice full of awe. Adam's head whipped around, his eyes lighting up. “Really? Let me feel!” I placed his hand on my stomach, and his face broke into the most beautiful smile. “Hey, little one,” he said, leaning down and pressing his ear to my belly. I laughed. “What are you doing, Adam?” “I’m talking to my child,” he said, completely serious, then added in a playful tone, “Hey, baby, it’s me, your daddy. I just want you to know I’m already your favorite parent. Right?” I burst out laughing, unable to
~CharlotteThe bathroom was quiet except for the sound of water dripping from the showerhead. I sat on the cold tiled floor, knees drawn to my chest, my damp hair sticking to my skin as tears streamed down my face. A week had passed since the wedding—a wedding I had dreamed about for so long. Marrying Adam for real was everything I had ever wanted. But now, I couldn’t find the happiness I had imagined. The silence between us was suffocating.I wiped my face, but the tears kept coming. Adam hadn’t spoken to me beyond basic pleasantries since we exchanged vows. And worst of all, I hadn’t been able to bring myself to explain everything to him, to ask for his forgiveness. The words seemed to get caught in my throat every time I tried. I cursed Dylan and Eleanor under my breath, the two people who had managed to turn my life into a living nightmare. Dylan had promised peace, but he turned out to be the same fool he’d always been, dragging me down with his selfishness and lies.The water ha
~AdamThe murmurs filled the reception hall like an annoying buzz in my ears. Everywhere I looked, guests whispered behind their hands, their eyes darting between me and the altar. I clenched my fists, trying to rein in the rage still simmering inside me. My mouth stung, and I could taste blood from where Dylan’s fist had connected earlier. But he’d gotten the worse end of the deal—no question about that. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Charlotte walking toward me, her hands wringing nervously. Her face was pale, her makeup smudged from tears. I knew she wanted to explain. Hell, I wanted answers too, but I wasn’t ready to hear her excuses. “Adam…” Her voice was soft, hesitant, and it grated on my already frayed nerves. I didn’t look at her. I pulled out my phone instead, dialing the head of my security team. “Get this chaos under control,” I barked into the phone, my tone leaving no room for argument. “Have Dylan and Eleanor removed immediately. Take them to the warehou
~CharlotteThe silence in the room was deafening as the words “I object” hung in the air. My heart pounded, the rhythm erratic and loud enough to drown out the collective gasps of the guests. Slowly, all eyes turned towards the man walking up the aisle. My breath hitched when I saw who it was.Dylan.I gasped audibly, my hand flying to my mouth. Adam’s eyes widened in shock as he turned to face the unwelcome interruption. The tension in the air was so thick, it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest.What was Dylan doing here? My mind raced as I tried to make sense of it. He was supposed to be on a flight to Spain for his business meeting. I had been so sure he was out of our lives for good, that we had found peace. But now, seeing him stride towards us with that smug smirk plastered on his face, I felt an icy dread seep into my veins.Adam and I exchanged a glance, his confusion mirroring my own. His jaw tightened as his grip on my hand faltered. The guests murmured am
~CharlotteThe golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of my bedroom, bathing everything in a soft, warm glow. Today was the day—the day I would walk down the aisle and become Mrs. Adam Morgan. I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection with a mix of anticipation and nerves. My heart thudded in my chest, the enormity of the day washing over me. Jasmine stood beside me, her nimble fingers adjusting the intricate lace of my veil. “Charlotte,” she said softly, her voice full of emotion. “You’re a vision. I’ve never seen you look so beautiful.” I smiled at her through the mirror, my eyes glistening. “Thank you, Jasmine. It feels... surreal.” She chuckled. “It’s real, all right. In just a few hours, you’ll be married to the love of your life.” Her words sent a rush of warmth through me. “I just hope everything goes as planned.” Jasmine waved a dismissive hand. “Relax, everything is perfect. And Adam... well, let’s just say you’ve got a ma
~CharlotteThe evening before the wedding was bathed in golden light, the soft glow of fairy lights strung across the sprawling garden. The scent of freshly cut roses and lavender drifted on the warm summer breeze, blending with the quiet hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. The rehearsal dinner party was in full swing, a gathering of family and friends united to celebrate Adam and me. I stood near the edge of the dance floor, champagne flute in hand, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves. My pale blue dress clung to my figure in all the right places, the fabric shimmering faintly under the soft lights. My hair was swept into an elegant updo, with a few loose curls framing my face. Jasmine, my best friend, had convinced me to go for a bold red lipstick, and though I’d been hesitant, I had to admit it made me feel… powerful. Adam was across the room, deep in conversation with his father, Albert. He looked as dashing as ever in his tailored navy suit, his tie sl
~CharlotteEverything felt like it was finally falling into place. For weeks, I’d been plagued by doubts, fears, and the gnawing anxiety that the secrets of my past would come crashing down around me. But now, as I stood in the warm kitchen, the soft light of the chandelier casting a golden glow across the counters, I allowed myself a rare moment of peace. Noah was gone. Dylan had made peace with me, and to my relief, he hadn’t brought up the night we spent together. That night was buried deep in the recesses of my mind, locked away with all the other mistakes I prayed Adam would never uncover. I leaned against the counter, stirring a pot of soup while the chef plated some appetizers nearby. The aroma of fresh herbs and roasted vegetables filled the air, soothing me further. Adam and I were set to marry in two days, and for the first time, I believed there was a real chance for happiness in our future. My lips curved into a small smile as I imagined walking down the aisle, Adam’
~DylanThe drive home was uneventful, but my thoughts were anything but calm. The night had gone surprisingly well until Noah showed up like a bad rash. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the weight of the evening pressing down on me. The headlights of the car illuminated the long driveway as I pulled up to the mansion. The place was quiet, the kind of silence that came with late hours and everyone being asleep—or so I thought. As I stepped out of the car, stretching to shake off the stiffness of sitting too long, my eyes caught a faint glow in the distance. The guest house. I frowned. The light was still on. That bastard. I exhaled sharply through my nose, my anger bubbling just beneath the surface. Did he think I was joking when I told him to leave? I squared my shoulders and headed toward the guest house, the cool night air doing little to soothe my irritation. “Noah,” I muttered under my breath, my strides long and purposeful. “Of all the people Adam keeps around, it