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Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Professional Habit
Fuck. I was suffocating. I felt as if invisible fingers curled around my windpipes and slowly crushed them. My heart hammered against my ribcage. My vision blurred, and I could barely hear the voices of Logan and Aidan as I tried to comprehend this situation. This couldn't be happening. How was it even possible?! Could someone restore the picture I had taken that night?!When I returned the equipment I borrowed from Bombshell News storage, I made sure that I wiped every single photo from the memory card. I remembered to check it a few times, and I was hundred percent positive that there was nothing left—not a single shot of Angelica or Aiden. Could someone restore what I had deleted and use it?!"That must have been that freak you saw on a tree!" Logan's words felt like an icy spike pierced through my heart.Aiden cursed and shook his head. "But why would he wait that long? It doesn't make any sense."My answer to that question was that it took a while because whoever used those photo
Last Updated : 2023-06-16Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Exposing the Scheme
I wasn't lying about knowing someone who could prove the photo's authenticity. The only problem I had was that the last time I contacted him was right after I began my studies, and even then we only had a brief conversation. Now, I knew that he lived in New York City, and I hoped that he hadn't changed his number. I took a deep breath and made the call. I waited for a few signals, but he finally answered."Hello?" I heard a raspy and weak voice over the phone. "Charlie?""Hi, Kevin," I started hesitantly. "Are you all right?"He yawned. "Yes. You woke me up, but that's OK. I need to get back to work anyway."I knew that Kevin worked freelance, and even a few years ago, when he merely graduated from high school, he was already a sought-after specialist. I cleared my throat. "Um... I guess you are still extremely busy…" An awkward chuckle rushed through my throat."I am, but I am still willing to do anything for my favorite super-girl," he said, and I could almost see him grinning.I si
Last Updated : 2023-06-17Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Handling the Press
Michelle and I miraculously managed to book a conference room in Waldorf Astoria. Aiden was going to meet the press at 4:30. It was quite amusing that Angelica was holding her press conference at Four Seasons, which was blocks away from our spot. That gave the reporters a fair chance to participate in both events, although I highly doubted if they still wanted to hear Angelica's story once they received the complete package of evidence."Why is Mr. Hart doing this?" Michelle asked me since Aiden was too busy to explain. "Is it because of that article with Ms. Butterfly?" She smiled wryly.I nodded and grimaced. "Did Agnes and Louise see those articles too?"She gave me a meaningful look. "I would have been surprised if you found one person in the whole company who didn't see it."I could feel the incoming headache, and the desire to punch Angelica returned. I truly hoped that people would listen to Aiden's explanation. It was ironic that the pictures I had taken while sitting on that
Last Updated : 2023-06-18Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Before Friday
Matthews made sure that every reporter present received a complete package of the evidence by the end of the conference. Everyone was leaving the room. Michelle rushed to collect our materials from the technician while I stood against the wall and numbly stared at Aiden. Logan strode toward him, laughing and clapping his hands. "Great job, man!" He gave Aiden's shoulder a little punch. "This is seriously going to be a bad day for Angelica."I took a deep breath and walked toward them. "Maybe someone should warn her and inform her not to do anything stupid? If those reporters see her confused face, they will cut her open and watch her bleed." I was talking from experience. I would have been merciless that way as well… if I was after more important matters than someone's sex life.Aiden shook his head. "We do nothing. If she had any brain cells inside that small head of hers, she would have sent someone from her staff to tell her what happened here. If she decides to focus on herself li
Last Updated : 2023-06-18Don't Fall For Mr. Hart The Board Meeting
The shades covered every window, and the dim lights appeared, quickly turning the large screen behind me into the brightest object in the room. Aiden and Logan explained why it was necessary to call for an emergency board meeting. They made a boring introduction, and now it was up to me to reveal a few seemingly dry facts. We figured that it would be best not to reveal anything specific from the start. We wanted to build the tension, exposing the final piece of the puzzle at the right moment.I wasn't nervous—I was terrified. My hands were trembling, and I tried to rub them together, hoping the trembling would stop. It wouldn't look too well if I started to aim the highly-unsteady laser pointer at the screen when my entire arm rattled..."Charlie, relax," Aiden whispered, giving me his dimple-showing smile. He might have been sitting only two feet away from the place where I stood, but his closeness gave me little comfort.I felt the stares of all the board members and the few present
Last Updated : 2023-06-19Don't Fall For Mr. Hart The New Approach
"Did they cuff Caesar Hart when they led him out?" Emily's agitation rose by the second as I told her and Bastian what had happened.After the eventful emergency board meeting, Emily, Bastian, and I had our own emergency meeting in our apartment. We had a lot to discuss. We needed to find a new approach since none of the things I had discovered so far had brought us any closer to finding the truth about Julienne's death.Emily and I sat on the sofa while Bastian made himself comfortable on our fluffy carpet, sitting right next to the coffee table, currently occupied by a few bottles of beer."They escorted Caesar out of the company, no cuffs. He isn't arrested," I reminded Emily, and she rolled her eyes."Well, he should be, for threatening you," she stated, crossing her arms.I smiled wryly. "I doubt that he would go to prison for something like that.""We need to find something solid." Bastian sighed, reaching for another bottle of beer.My mimic muscles twitched in annoyance. "Do y
Last Updated : 2023-06-19Don't Fall For Mr. Hart The Trip
Aiden wasn't joking. The black Bentley parked by my building at 6 AM sharp. Feeling giddy and blushing, I rushed down the stairs, holding nothing but a purse. I decided to dress casually, choosing my favorite jeans and a pink fitted top. A BB cream, a tiny bit of mascara, and lip gloss were all I used for so-called makeup while my brown hair was tied in a less-than-neat ponytail. For the first time, I wasn't trying to impress him. I just wanted to be me.I left my worries in the apartment, promising myself that this weekend would be about having a good time, exploring, and giving my heart a chance to feel. Was it wise? Probably not, but I was too tired of trying not to feel. All I wanted was to give myself a chance—give Aiden and me a chance—but I also knew that I couldn't build a relationship on a lie…The voice of rationality thundered at the back of my head, telling me that I should consider the fact that the part of me that Aiden was fascinated by could have been the part that was
Last Updated : 2023-06-20Don't Fall For Mr. Hart The Hardest Truth to Tell
It took a small eternity for my heart to stop pounding. We were in the air, sitting opposite each other, laughing, drinking champagne, and talking about the most trivial things. I thought that I would never calm down after Aiden's confession, but I did. I didn't know when or how, but he started talking about the weather. He told me that he always loved staring at the rain and that he used to count raindrops falling on the window. He said that it calmed him down. It was sunny, just a few innocent clouds as we crossed the sky, but his story made my eyes shift to the window and smile. I imagined Aiden as a child, standing by the window and counting raindrops. Somehow, that vision took away all the tension within me."I love snow," I blurted out suddenly. "Not in the summer, of course." I laughed, and so did he. "When I was a kid, we had our snowball fighting competition with my father and brother. It was the only game that I could defeat my brother, and it probably was the main reason wh
Last Updated : 2023-06-21
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Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Always and Forever
Six months later I shifted slightly and felt the pair of strong arms tighten around me. A smile formed on my lips, and I debated whether or not I should open my eyes. A gentle kiss caressed the nape of my neck, and another landed on the side, an inch away from my pulse. A pleasant shiver coursed through my body, and my smile widened. The plush lips moved lower, leaving a searing trail leading to the crook of my neck. I gasped and heard the deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. I would never get tired of this. It was my favorite way to wake up. Twisting my body slowly, I turned around without freeing myself from Aiden's embrace until I could dive into the perfect blue of his irises. "I love you," I whispered. His lips were on mine in less than a second. His tongue darted out, expertly entering me with lush licks. He pushed me to my back, knocking the air out of my lungs as he moved on top of me. "You wear too many clothes," he grunted, breaking the kiss. I raised a brow. "I wear a nig
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Fighting For You
CHARLIEThirty minutes earlierA series of scorching, shallow breaths scratched my throat and windpipe, barely touching my lungs. I definitely wasn't as strong as Kastor said I was. I felt as if I could break apart at any second, and it apparently didn't take much to break me. Leaving me alone, chained to the bed for hours, was more than enough for panic to burst out. I couldn't stand waiting for the unknown, waiting to be raped, beaten, strangled, or God knew what else with no way to defend myself, no way to escape...My mouth was dry, and my stomach growled. The adrenaline kept my system satiated, but now even the hormones weren't enough to restrain my body's natural needs. I was so damn tired and terrified, I could imagine myself begging to be freed. The helplessness I felt was able to easily drive me to insanity.The brief relief that came with Kastor leaving the room just after Christopher's corpse had been removed was long gone. Now I kept staring a
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart I'm Coming For You
AIDENMy father had another stroke. He heard about Christopher's betrayal and his crimes. It surely must have been a massive blow for him. My mother spent most of the time by his bed, and for the first time, I regretted that I couldn't be there too, but there were other, important issues I needed to take care of first.Hart Global Corporation was going down. The news about our warehouses being basically robbed and the frequent shipment to the sponsoring terrorism countries spread faster than a bolt of lightning. The bankruptcy was unavoidable, but I had no time to explain to the shareholders why my half-brother decided to screw them all over and disappear. The fact that people expected me to stand before them and apologize seriously pissed me off, but as the still-acting CEO of the dying company, I was obligated to make an official statement.I should have been elsewhere. I should have been looking for Charlie, but currently, I was about to become a source of entertainment for a large
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Kastor
I spent several hours alone in that windowless room, chained to the wall. Perhaps it was nighttime, but since I had no way to check, I could only judge by the fewer sounds coming through the steel door. Dominique's body had been taken away, but the sickening puddle of his blood on the concrete remained. I could only see the place where I was locked properly once Landon was gone, and even if this place was terrifying, I was relieved when everyone left, locking me in here alone. My prison was a hall, resembling the middle-sized space of an empty warehouse. Since everything inside smelled like a decaying basement, I guessed I had to be somewhere underground. My disgusting space was illuminated by several loosely hanging lightbulbs, giving merely a dim light in a few seemingly random parts of the room, leaving more than a couple of square feet sunk in the darkness. It didn't take long for my mind to craft all kinds of horrifying scenarios as I imagined what or who could be lur
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Twisted Justice
*TRIGGER WARNING* The final paragraphs of this chapter contain a description of violence and physical torture.CHARLIEMy head hurt so much that I was afraid that if I opened my eyes, it might explode. My consciousness returned slowly, and a new wave of different pain reached me just several heartbeats later. I was lying on something hard. There were rough and heavy cuffs around my wrists and ankles. My feet were bare, and I was shivering from the cold. As I inhaled through my nose, I sensed something moist and rotting in the air, which made me scared to open my eyes even more.A not-so-distant rustling sound signaled someone's presence. Someone was watching me. I squeezed in a breath that came out more audible than I expected and opened my eyes. The dark, rusty-metal-like ceiling was the first thing I saw. My "bed" was made of wooden boxes that formed a row next to a dirty, black wall. The thick cuffs on my wrists and ankles were chained to a large ring, sticking out a few inches abo
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Too Late
AIDEN I was making my fourth mental note to punch that Murray fucker as soon as this was all over. He insisted on keeping my detainee status, so I was currently cuffed and sitting in the backseat of his car instead of driving mine at full speed. "You're OK in there?" Murray asked, and I could clearly see the smug smirk in the rearview mirror. Deller was sitting in the front passenger's seat, and, fortunately, he turned out to be more rational than his asshole partner. "Not OK at all," I hissed. "You're too slow, and perhaps you're still not aware, but there are lives on the line!" "We're doing our best, Mr. Hart." Deller glanced at me, twisting his head over his shoulder. "We still need to follow the rules, and we can't just—" "Screw the rules!" I snapped. "Those people we're against follow no rules except for the ones they create! If something happened to Charlie because we were too slow, then I swear to God—" "Shut your mouth, Hart!" Murray roared. "Don't you dare say a word ab
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart My Horror
CHARLIESixty minutes earlierI forced myself to stop crying. I had no time to shed more tears. I needed to focus. Forcing air into my lungs, I stretched my tightened ribcage. Every inch of my insides burned, but I ground my teeth and willed my hand to lower over Kevin's cold body.I closed his lifeless eyes. It might have been the hardest thing I had ever done, but I had to. I felt like he died because of me. I brought this upon him. I pulled him into this mess. He agreed to be a part of it, but he didn't have to. It was my war, and this time I couldn't save him. I wasn't his super-girl; I was the one who had come too late and let him die.I sucked another breath that seemed too shallow and groaned. "Focus, Charlie, focus!" I pulled the phone out of my jeans pocket and cursed. The battery died. I was too absorbed in everything that had happened to notice it...I looked around and saw Kevin's cell phone lying on the floor. Faint slivers of rationality seeped through, causing me to be
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Arrested
AIDEN I had spent three hours in custody before that asshole, Murray, decided to bring me into the interrogation room. My hands were cuffed, and I was left in those cute bracelets for another hour before my lawyer showed up and demanded to take them off my hands. For the next fifteen or more minutes, Chandler and I were left in that room alone. Fuckers. So much for client-lawyer confidentiality. Luckily, I had nothing to hide, well, almost nothing to hide. Chandler scanned the room, a displeased grimace forming on his mouth. I couldn't blame him. Two cameras were hanging from the ceiling, gaping at us from two opposite corners with their red lights. The large one-way mirror also carried the promise of no privacy. "If anything you did is questionably legal, I suggest you keep your mouth shut," he grunted. I gave him a look. "If you want to know whether you're about to defend a guilty man, then my answer is no. Truthfully, I have no idea what the FBI was looking for or why. And yes,
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Their Move
CHARLIE Feeling a little paranoid, I hid in the toilet until the truck was gone, as if the driver could recognize me and drag me back into that box with machine guns. As soon as I assured myself that the coast was clear, I began to analyze my situation. I was at the gas station right outside Greenwich, Connecticut. My phone was dead—not like battery-dead but literally dead-gone-dead. It seemed like all its circuits had burned out, just like it had happened to my earpiece. Luckily, my wallet didn't suffer, and my credit cards were still in place. I drew a deep breath and stared at the mirror. I looked like I had run a marathon on heels during a desert storm. It took me fifteen or more minutes before I resembled a human being. I washed the dirt off my face and combed my hair using my fingers. I still looked like shit, but I had more urgent matters than improving my looks. I asked the clerk at the station if I could use his phone and called Kevin. He didn't answer. My stomach twisted s
