~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 dialed her number. "Hey," I greeted.
"Good morning," Charlotte replied.
"I'll be visiting your mom this morning. Should we meet at your place or a cafe?"
Charlotte suggested a cafe.
"Great. Expect me in the next 30 minutes. I'll pick you up," I said before hanging up.
I picked up Charlotte and her mom, Mrs. Gilbert, from their house. We headed to a five star Cafe with the view of the Ocean.
Upon entering, we attracted attention and whispers from onlookers. Suddenly, journalists approached, bombarding us with questions about my relationship with Charlotte. Another joined in, and before I knew it, we were surrounded. "Is it true you plan to marry your brother's ex-girlfriend? Please tell us your reasons."
Seeing Charlotte and her mother uncomfortable, I called my chauffeur, Arthur, to help usher the reporters away. In moments, the commotion subsided. Charlotte took a deep breath, and her mother, who seemed unwell, relaxed in her chair.
"I'm sorry for all that," I said with a warm smile, acknowledging the disruption.
I signaled a waiter and asked Charlotte what she'd like – she opted for coffee and a sandwich. Turning to Mrs. Gilbert, I inquired, "And for you, ma'am?" She replied with a warm smile, "I'll have the same."
After the waiter served us, we ate in silence. Charlotte's mom broke the quiet with a cough, then raised a question. "I hear you want to marry my daughter, Charlotte, in a contract marriage. Won't that cause issues between you and your brother, Dylan?"
I dropped the cutlery I was holding, picked up a handkerchief, and stared at Charlotte while I spoke. She appeared a little bit shy. "No, ma'am, Dylan and I have that resolved," I said. She tried to cut in, but I continued, "Charlotte and I will only be married for six months. Afterward, she has a lot to gain in return."
"Okay, that's fine," Mrs. Gilbert said.
My gaze shifted back to Charlotte, who was still eating. I inquired, "Charlotte, when do you plan to move into the mansion?"
She replied, "Oh, about that, I would prefer to do so after our wedding tomorrow. I believe that's the right thing to do."
"Okay," I replied. "If you're finished, we can drop off your mom at home and then go check out the rings. What do you say?"
"Sure, I'm done," Charlotte said, hastily finishing her sandwich. We all stood up and left the cafe.
After dropping off Charlotte's mother at home, we drove to the jewelry shop to check out the rings.
I selected a ring that caught my eye as suitable for Charlotte. "How about this one? Do you like it?" I asked. Charlotte tried it on but declined, opting for another with a diamond. "Let's go with this," she said. I looked into her eyes and smiled, saying, "Sure, whatever you want," which brought a smile to Charlotte's face.
"Let's head to the mansion; you need to meet with your designer for your dress and other things."
At the mansion, Charlotte and I entered. Dylan and Eleanor were in the garden, deeply engaged. As soon as Dylan noticed us, he approached us asking Charlotte, "Why have you chosen to marry my brother, Charlotte? What did he say to you? What did he offer you?"
He placed a hand on her shoulder, gazing into her eyes. "You know you don't have to do this, right?"
Charlotte stood there, tears welling in her eyes. She tried to speak, but I gently took her hands. "Let's go inside; we have better things to focus on," I said, leading her indoors and ignoring Dylan and Eleanor.
"Yeah, right, that's all you two are good at—walking away from problems. You deserve each other, cowards!" Dylan cursed at us.
My anger surged; had it not been for my condition , Dylan wouldn't recognize his face after I'm finished with him.
I led Charlotte to a private dressing room, where a rack of beautiful wedding dresses awaited her. Charlotte's eyes lit up as she ran her fingers over the delicate fabrics. "These are all so beautiful," she said, her voice filled with wonder.
"I'm glad you like them," i said.
Charlotte began trying on the dresses, I offered my opinions. I was careful not to be too critical, not wanting to hurt her feelings more, as she already had a bad day.
I watched as Charlotte put on the next dress, and I was blown away by how stunning she looked. The fabric clung to her body in all the right places, and the intricate beading shimmered like diamonds.
When she turned to face me, I could see the wonder in her eyes.
After Charlotte made her choice about her wedding dress, I offered to take her home.
Charlotte and I made our way to the car, and Arthur helped her into the passenger seat. Then, we pulled out of the parking lot, and suddenly, two black jeeps pulled up, blocking our path.
I looked over at Charlotte, and she was trembling.
"What the hell is going on?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
~ 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
~ Charlotte I woke up with a start after the terrible dream that I had. my heart pounding. It took me a moment to remember where I was, and then it all came rushing back to me: the attack, the hospital, the aftermath. Months had passed since then, and still Adam hadn't told me anything about the attacker, or what he wanted. I had no idea what business he had with Adam, and it made me question everything. Had I made a mistake in marrying Adam? Was he the man I thought he was? My thoughts spiraled, and I felt like I was drowning. And then, in the back of my mind, a dark thought crept in what if the attacker came back? What if he was angry that he hadn't gotten what he wanted, and he was going to come for me? I felt a shiver of fear run down my spine. I imagined him, creeping up on me, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I could feel my heart racing, my chest tightening. I tried to push the thought away, but it kept coming back, stronger each time. What if he was out there
Dylan's POVI sat at the dining table, seething with anger. My grandfather had just promoted Charlotte, of all people, to be the new COO of the company. How could he do this to me? After all I've done for him, all the years of hard work I've put in, he was just going to throw it all away by giving the promotion to her. I couldn't believe it. I felt betrayed, angry, and hurt. Without thinking, I stood up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me."Dylan, come back here, I won't have you walk out on me !" I heard my grandfather call after me. I stormed up to my room, slamming the door behind me. I was fuming, and I needed to vent. I picked up my phone and dialed Eleanor's number. She answered on the second ring. "Hey babe, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with concern."You won't believe what just happened," I said, my voice shaking. "My grandfather just promoted Charlotte to be the new COO."Eleanor was silent for a moment. "Are you sure?" she asked. "I thou
~CharlotteAdam and i sat in the living room, talking about the board meeting that had taken place earlier today day. But then, the memory of the attack a month ago came rushing back to me. "Adam," i said, my voice trembling. "I've been having weird dreams about the attack. I keep feeling like it's not over, like the attacker is going to come back. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice." I know it's just my imagination, but it feels so real. I can't help but feel like something bad is going to happen."Adam reached out and took my hand. "It's just your imagination, Charlotte," he said, his voice reassuring. "Nothing is going to happen, I already sorted him out. I promise nothing bad is going to happen to you. Please, don't worry.""I'm just so scared," i said staring into Adam's eyes.And than I decided to ask the big question, unsure if Adam will answer it."Adam," i began, my voice wavering. "Did you return the thing that belonged to the attacker?"But Adam just turned
~Charlotte I turned my head and saw my Adam in the doorway.His face was pale and his eyes were full of horror. "What's going on?" He asked, his voice shaking. "Why is Dylan here? What's happening?"I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I was too stunned to speak. Dylan turned to leave, a smug look on his face. As he reached the door, he paused and looked back at Adam. "How does it feel when your wife is still in love with her ex, your brother," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "It's not my fault that she loves me and not you," Dylan said, his voice mocking. "Maybe you should take a good look in the mirror and figure out what you're doing wrong."Adam stared at Dylan, his face burning with rage. He clenched his fists, his jaw set. He wanted to punch Dylan, to make him feel the same pain that he was feeling.But he couldn't, probation because of his condition."Just get out," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "I don't ever want to see you in my room."Dylan sm
~CharlotteI hesitated, not sure what to say. I looked around, wondering if Jasmine was coming back soon. But she was nowhere to be seen. The man was still standing there, his eyes fixed on me. Finally, I said, "I'm not sure that's a good idea.""Why not?" he asked, his smile turning into a smirk. "I'm just offering to buy you a drink. What's the harm in that?"I felt myself starting to panic, and I could feel my heart beating fast. I tried to think of an excuse, but my mind was blank. "I'm waiting for someone," I blurted out, my voice trembling. "My friend should be back soon."The man's smirk faded, and he gave me a puzzled look. "You sure about that?" he asked, sounding skeptical. "You looked pretty alone when I saw you."I shifted in my seat, wishing that I could disappear. "I'm sure," I said, my voice firm. "She'll be back any minute."I hoped that my lie would convince him to leave me alone. But to my dismay, he just stood there, looking at me expectantly.Then my phone ra
~Charlotte I crept into the mansion, trying to avoid drawing attention to myself, not wanting to face Adam after what I had done. I felt a deep sense of shame and remorse.As I tried to sneak past the garden, I noticed Adam sitting there, his wheelchair turned towards the house. My heart stopped as I saw him. He turned his head and smiled at me, motioning to the empty space beside him. "Charlotte, please come," he said, his voice soft and inviting.My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to run away, to hide from the shame and guilt I felt, but a part of me wanted to go to him, to explain myself. I was paralyzed, unable to move."Please," Adam said again, his smile fading.I stood there, frozen in place, my heart racing. I was terrified of what Adam would say, of the look of disappointment or disgust I was sure to see on his face. I felt so torn, so conflicted. I couldn't seem to move, couldn't seem to do anything but stand there and stare at Adam."Charlot
~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