~CharlotteAt home, the air was heavy with unsaid words, the silence thick and oppressive. Adam sat on the couch, a glass of whiskey in hand, while I poured myself a glass of wine, my movements precise and measured."So," Adam began, his voice laced with subtlety. "What did you think of Noah?" I took a sip of my wine, my expression impassive, my gaze distant. "I didn't think much of him," I replied, my tone cool and disinterested. "Just another employee, another face in the crowd."Liar, my mind screamed. Every fiber of my being was on edge, my nerves frayed like a rope about to snap. But I forced myself to remain calm, to appear disinterested.Adam watched me, his eyes searching for something he couldn't find. "You seemed...tense at the meeting," he ventured, his voice low.I let out a humorless chuckle, my lips curving into a mocking smile. "Tense? Me? Whatever gave you that impression?"Adam leaned forward, his gaze intense. "You know exactly what I mean, Charlotte. You barely spo
~DylanI paced back and forth in my room, my mind racing, my heart pounding. Charlotte was mine, and I would get her back, no matter what it took.Adam thought he was so smart, using her to get back at me. But I was smarter. I knew the truth. Their marriage was a sham, a farce. And now that I knew, I had the power.I stopped pacing, a grin spreading across my face. It had been too long since I'd had her in my arms, too long since I'd tasted her lips.Charlotte. Just the thought of her name sent a shiver through me. She was smart, beautiful, everything Eleanor wasn't.Eleanor. She was nothing but a whore. A distraction. A mistake. She was nothing compared to Charlotte, who had the brains and the beauty to make a man lose his mind.In my mind, I saw Charlotte standing before me, her eyes blazing with the same passion that had first drawn me to her. I imagined running my hands through her hair, feeling the softness of her skin.I had been a fool to let her go, to let her slip through my
~DylanI clutched my cheek, the sting of the blow spreading across my face like fire. Chaos erupted around me as Ashleigh, panic-stricken, scrambled to gather her clothes, her hands shaking and her face drained of color. Her eyes darted toward the figure looming in the doorway.The figure stood there, fist still clenched, his expression cold and unforgiving. It took Ashleigh a moment, but when she recognized him, her eyes widened in horror."Noah!" she gasped, her voice trembling and barely audible. "What are you doing here?" Her eyes were wide with shock and confusion. "I thought you were tied up with work, so I decided to come here by myself."Noah’s face twisted with anger, his eyes burning with intensity. "What am I doing here?" he spat, his voice laced with contempt. "I heard you were at the club alone. I came to keep you company. But I guess you were too busy with "this guy" to even think of me."Ashleigh flinched, guilt and fear written across her face. The air thickened with t
~CharlotteMy heart was racing, and my mind was swirling with panic. We were caught in a Catch-22. If we ended the contract, it would ruin Adam’s business plans. But if we didn’t, Dylan would do it for us, and it would end up destroying Adam’s reputation and undermining the respect he had earned in his business.“There has to be another way,” I insisted, my voice quivering with desperation. “We can’t just sit here and wait for Dylan to ruin everything.”Adam’s gaze drifted away from me, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an answer. His thoughts seemed opaque and inscrutable.He stood abruptly, his body tense and coiled like a spring ready to snap. “Maybe there is a way,” he said, his voice low and measured. “Perhaps we can use Dylan’s feelings to our advantage. If we play our cards right, we might be able to persuade him to keep quiet.”I raised my eyebrows, surprised and intrigued. “How do you propose we do that?” I asked, trying to keep up with his train of thought.Adam
~Charlotte"I slumped against the bed, the weight of my regret crushing me. My eyes felt like lead, but I forced them shut, letting the memories of Dylan wash over me like a dark tide. His face was a blur, a jumbled mix of laughter and tears, of joy and pain. I knew I'd have to face him again, to put on a mask of love and pretend that everything was fine. But the thought of it was suffocating, a weight that pressed down on my chest and made it hard to breathe.""A sigh escaped my lips, a ragged sound that seemed to tear from my very soul. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, hot and bitter, as the weight of my sorrow threatened to consume me. I felt like I was drowning in it, like the pain was a dark sea that was pulling me under. In that moment, I knew I had to find a way to escape, to flee from the agony that was suffocating me.""I wrapped my coat around me like a shield and stepped out into the garden, the cool evening air a welcome respite from the suffocating emotions that h
~AdamI sat at my desk, staring blankly at the numbers on the computer screen. My eyes were fixed on the digits, but my mind was far from the sterile confines of the office. It wandered to Charlotte, to the tangled mess that had become our lives. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t shake the thoughts of her, the memories that cut deeper than I ever imagined.With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes, trying to block out the regret gnawing at me. The guilt was a relentless presence, reminding me that I’d hurt her, betrayed her in ways I couldn’t take back. I had been selfish, driven by my desires, and now, the weight of those choices bore down on me like a crushing burden. My fingers drummed against the desk, a nervous habit I’d developed in moments like these.Just as I was about to let out another sigh, the phone on my desk buzzed, its shrill ring slicing through the silence. I picked up the receiver, forcing my voice to remain calm and professional. "Adam Morgan speaking."The voice on
~AdamAnd then, I saw him, Noah, the new IT guy. His expression was one of concern, his hands tightly gripping a sheaf of documents.Noah swallowed hard, his eyes darting from me to Eleanor and back again. "I-I'm sorry," he said, his voice a wavering whisper. "I didn't mean to intrude."I waved him off, my expression calm and composed, as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening. "It's alright, Noah," I said, my voice cool and controlled. "I was just having a discussion with my ex-fiance, Eleanor."Eleanor coughed, her eyes darting around the room, a look of panic on her face.Eleanor quickly righted her clothes, smoothed her hair, and scurried out of the room, her face flushed with embarrassment, her steps hurried and desperate.Noah watched her go, his expression a mix of confusion and alarm. "Ex-fiance?" he repeated, his brows furrowing in confusion. "I didn't know you two had history."I shrugged, the mask of nonchalance slipping back into place. "It's a long story," I said,
~DylanI stirred, stretching out my limbs as the sunlight filtered through the cracks in the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. I glanced over to see Ashleigh still sound asleep beside me, her face serene in slumber. Five days ago, she'd been a stranger in need of shelter, a woman with a past that threatened to consume her. Now, she was a presence in my life, a puzzle I wasn't sure how to solve.I watched her sleep for a moment longer, my mind racing with questions. Why had she refused to go home? What was she so afraid of?Just then, Ashleigh stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times, her gaze finding mine."Good morning," she said softly, her voice still husky with sleep.I smiled, my heart warming at the sight of her. "Good morning," I replied, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from her face. "How did you sleep?"Ashleigh stretched languidly, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "Better than I have
~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
~AdamThe sun was barely up, but my day was already in full swing. My phone was practically glued to my hand, its screen lighting up every other second with messages, calls, and reminders. A week to go until the wedding, and everything had to be perfect. No exceptions.“Morning, Mr. Groom-to-be,” teased Tom, my best man and oldest friend, when I answered his call.“Tom, don’t start. It’s too early for your nonsense,” I muttered, scrolling through my schedule.“Too early? Dude, it’s practically noon,” he quipped. “But seriously, do you need anything? Last-minute freak-outs? Dress code issues? Cold feet?”I groaned. “No, Tom. Everything’s under control.”“We’ll see about that,” he said, laughter in his voice. “Anyway, don’t forget tonight. The bachelor’s eve is sacred. No excuses.”“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there,” I replied, already tuning him out as I started another round of calls.The rest of the morning flew by in a blur of logistics. First, I confirmed the catering. Then the florist. T
~Charlotte The hum of the car engine was almost soothing as I steered through the morning traffic. The city was just waking up, and the streets were already bustling with life—coffee carts on corners, joggers navigating sidewalks, and cars weaving in and out of lanes like an intricate dance. I should have been thinking about the tasks waiting for me at the office, but my mind was miles away, trapped in a storm of unease. Then it hit me like a slap. Noah and Dylan. Their stares. They hadn’t said anything outright, but the way they watched Adam and me recently—especially now that we were on cloud nine—felt like a storm brewing. Their eyes held something sinister, like they knew something that could shatter the fragile peace I had built with Adam. My hands tightened on the wheel. The thought planted a seed of panic in my chest, and I couldn’t shake it. What if they were going to reveal my secret? The one thing I’d buried deep, swearing never to let it see the light of
CharlotteThe engine hummed softly beneath me as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white against the leather. The sun was low in the sky, casting golden streaks across the horizon, but I couldn’t appreciate its beauty. My mind was far too cluttered with thoughts of Dylan and his incessant calls. “What does he even expect me to do?” I muttered, my voice sharp in the enclosed space of the car. “Choose him over Adam?” A bitter laugh escaped my lips. The idea was absurd. Adam, with his unwavering kindness, his protective nature, and the way he made me feel like I was the center of his world, was everything Dylan never was. “He chose Eleanor over me,” I spat, the memory burning like acid in my chest. “He didn’t know then, but now he wants to come back and ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to me?” The words hung in the air, filling the car with tension as if I could argue with my own thoughts. I pressed harder on the gas pedal, the car speeding down the empty road.
~DylanI paced back and forth in my apartment, the phone pressed tightly against my ear. Each ring felt like a hammer pounding against my chest, the sound mocking me as it echoed through the silence. “Pick up, Charlotte,” I muttered under my breath. My thumb hovered over the call button again, ready to redial her number for what must have been the tenth time this morning. Ever since I heard the news of Charlotte and Adam’s engagement, I hadn’t known a moment of peace. The thought of losing her—truly losing her—was suffocating. When I first found out their marriage was just a business arrangement, it was like a lifeline. I told myself I still had a chance, that I could fix things between us, that she would see reason. But now? Now they were planning to get married for real. That was it. That would be the end of us. I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. The image of Charlotte wearing Adam’s ring, standing by his side, looking at him with the same s
~CharlotteAdam’s arm was draped across my waist, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as he slept beside me. The soft morning light streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. I turned my head to look at him, his face serene, lips slightly parted as he breathed deeply. For the past week, our lives had been blissfully quiet. Ever since he proposed, it felt like nothing in the world could touch us. The entire family had been stunned when we revealed the truth about our previous wedding being a mere facade, orchestrated for business purposes. Naturally, there were plenty of whispers and judgments when we shared it with the public. Some called us frauds, while others admired our honesty and the love that had blossomed despite the circumstances. But none of it mattered. Not when Adam looked at me the way he did. Not when he held me like I was the most precious thing in his life. I reached out, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, smiling as I pressed
~Charlotte The warm Mediterranean breeze brushed against my face as I stood on the balcony of our suite, gazing out at the stunning Amalfi Coast. The sapphire-blue waters sparkled under the golden sunlight, and the faint hum of laughter and clinking glasses drifted up from the piazza below. It had been a week since Adam and I reconciled, and true to his word, he’d been doing everything to show me how much he cared. This trip to Positano was his way of making up for lost time, and though I was hesitant at first, I couldn’t deny how magical it felt to be here with him. “Charlotte,” Adam called from inside, his voice warm and light. “Are you going to stare at the view all day, or will you come have breakfast with me?” I turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, his eyes crinkled with that boyish smile of his. He looked relaxed, wearing a white linen shirt and beige shorts, the coastal sun highlighting the golden tones in his hair. “I was just enjoying the view,” I said,
~CharlotteJasmine and I sat on her worn yet cozy couch, the smell of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the faint lavender scent of her candles. The TV played Adam’s press conference on loop, his voice echoing in the room. “And finally,” Adam said, his tone heavy with emotion, “to Charlotte. I owe you the biggest apology of all. I was blind to the truth, and in doing so, I hurt the one person who has always been my light.” My heart fluttered, and my chest tightened as I watched him look directly at the camera, his gaze filled with sincerity. “I’m sorry for all the pain I caused. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I can be the man you thought I was. I love you, Charlotte.” I felt a lump form in my throat, tears threatening to spill as his words replayed in my mind. Jasmine nudged me, her grin wide. “Well, well, well, looks like someone is a lovebird again.” “Stop it, Jasmine,” I said, wiping the corner of my eye quickl
~AdamBy the time I arrived at the press conference venue, the weight on my shoulders felt unbearable. The room was already filling with reporters, their chatter loud and insistent, like vultures circling a fresh carcass. My security detail cleared a path through the sea of flashing cameras and eager eyes, and I forced myself to maintain a steady gait despite the turmoil churning inside me. The event staff had set up a podium at the front of the room. Its presence seemed both unassuming and daunting, as though it were waiting to swallow me whole. I climbed the small steps leading to the stage, adjusted my tie, and stepped behind the podium. My hands rested on the edges, gripping them tightly to stop the slight tremor in my fingers. The room was stifling, the air heavy with tension. My throat felt dry, and I reached for the glass of water placed on the stand beside me. I took a quick sip, the coolness a momentary relief. Then, I adjusted the microphone, scanning the room filled wit