Hi. I’m not blind to comments/requests for a pov from the triplets, and i completely understand where you guys are coming from asking for it. But, but, BUT, I’m leaving this note here to remind/ask/BEG you all to be patient. The story has been well thought out, with a clear starting and finishing point. I’ve been able to give you all a story you’ve enjoyed for the most part so far, so i’m asking that you trust that i know what i’m doing. A pov from the triplets will ruin the set up i have planned, and for that reason alone, i absolutely cannot give the triplets a pov. Because it’s not yet time. They’ll get one, i promise. Just not today, tomorrow or this month. Thank you for understanding.
CHARLOTTE The commotion got louder. I followed them out with wide eyes darting from one brother to the next. They pounded into each other with murderous intent. Taide’s head was forced back suddenly, as Caeson landed a swift blow to his face. Blood spilled from his mouth, and I clasped my hands
Taide let go of my hair and returned his attention to everything in front of him. He shook his head and muttered with a slight bite to his tone, “You call that keeping it light?” I slapped my hands down my thighs and let out a breath of frustration. “You just don’t want to play.” Taide shot me a s
CHARLOTTE To stay true to my promise to visit Da’ana more frequently, I was back at her care home a week later. Only… I had a plus one this time I strolled about the hospital hallways with Taide at my side. He’d decided to tag along when I told him where I was going, something about ‘meeting t
Taide let out a sound of protest, but I didn’t look at him. “I told you about him already, remember,” she signed, looking between Taide and me as if she could sense the turmoil between us. “He’s the nice guy who buys me toys and stuff.” I looked away from her, my jaw clenched in anger. When my eye
CHARLOTTE Taide had left me alone with Da’ana. To gather myself. To track down his brother, I didn’t know. He was just as shocked as I was when we got to the bottom of who the culprit was. The word ‘culprit’ left a bitter taste in my mouth though. Caeson hadn’t necessarily done anything to ha
CHARLOTTE I pulled away from Caeson, stumbling back in the tight space, my hands clutched against my chest. My heart was racing, and my mind spun as I stared at him, taking in every small detail. His hair was shorter now, buzzed down to the scalp, and the similarity to Taide was so striking that
CHARLOTTEEvery second I spent in the car alone with him left me feeling like there wasn’t enough oxygen.My jaw was locked tight in anger, in absolute dismay and hatred for my current situation. Inhaling brought all the memories back to the forefront of my mind, the smell of him in the small space
CHARLOTTE I watched as Caeson marched up to the house, his steps heavy with purpose. I stayed in the car, my fingers gripping the steering wheel a little too tight. I needed a minute, just a moment to process everything. My mind was spinning with what had happened earlier. What did Caeson mean
Like we didn’t matter.My nails dug into my palms as memories slammed into me. I could still see it—the nights he reeked of alcohol, his head lolling to the side, completely oblivious to the fact that he had two daughters who needed him to pick himself up and be… more than the person he was choosing
CHARLOTTEThe car ride was too quiet.Too damn suffocating.The weight of everything that had happened in the span of a few hours pressed down on me—Madeline, the triplets, my father. My hands trembled against my lap, and I clenched them into fists for the umpteenth time, trying to force myself to f
It was only after the shock of silence that followed that I realized I’d spoken those words out loud. Dot gasped, reaching for me instantly, pulling me into an embrace. I didn’t expect it to be as comforting as it was. And so I didn’t fight her. She guided me to the steps outside the hospital, sitt
CHARLOTTE It felt like a slap to the face. The doctor’s words hit me so hard that I lost my footing. My knees wobbled, and before I could steady myself, the plastic cup in my hand slipped through my fingers and crashed onto the tiled floor. Water splashed across my shoes, soaking into the hem of m
CHARLOTTE The reality of the situation hit me with frightening clarity. Madeline was dying. I moved before I could think, panic exploding through my chest as I ran forward and fell to my knees beside her. My hands hovered uselessly, trembling as I tried to find something, anything, to hold o
Emma folded her hands across her chest, her mouth pulling up into a wicked smile, “Charlotte the Harlot.” Bitch. “Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, shouldering past her, she wasn’t worth the energy engaging with her would require. “I thought you dropped out,” She said to my retreating back, “Thought maybe
At first, she texted me every day. Then, as weeks passed, the messages became less frequent, less ecstatic. I knew she and Sean had been working through their issues, but based on some of her recent updates—the ones I still hadn’t replied to—they had hit a wall. They had broken up. Madeline thought
FOUR MONTHS LATER CHARLOTTE Running laps had never come easy to me, and today was no different. My lungs burned as I pushed through the last lap, my sneakers slapping against the pavement in a rhythm that didn’t feel natural no matter how many times I did this. My breath came in short bursts,
He hadn’t even raised his voice, yet despite the distance, his words carried like he had just whispered them in my ear. Seductive and bitter. My damnation. “But you made it too easy, Harlot. You almost ruined the fun.” Harlot. It was the first time I had heard him call me that in months. All