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Dodging the Bullet
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Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Exhausted
AIDEN"Nathan's dead." Logan's words forced air out of my lungs. "He died trying to save Charlie."I called Logan as soon as our cleaning team entered to take care of the bloody mess in Thomas's pub. I was already on the edge. After learning more about the twins, finding out that they might have been following some kind of sick plan to take over the world, and discovering these fucked up similarities between Charlie and the twins' biological mother, a little could turn me into a ticking bomb. It was a miracle that I hadn't exploded. My hands fisted into balls as I looked for a way to contain my rage. "Where is Charlie now?" I didn't know if I was breathing as I waited for his answer."She's in the hospital. The police took her there. Dominique escaped.""Does this fucker have nine lives or something?!" Hearing about it didn't help improve my anger management either. "Tell me that at least he has the NYPD on his tail right now!"There was a silence that lasted several heartbeats. "I he
Last Updated : 2023-08-10Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Dream vs Reality
CHARLIEI was dreaming. It had to be a dream because I was in our old kitchen in Philadelphia. My brother, Jackson, was making pancakes, and I couldn't wait to eat them. He was wearing a pink apron with glitter stars. I bought it for him as a gift when I was five and didn't know that I shouldn't buy him anything that was pink or had glitter.Then my brother finally got rid of the glittering apron, and we sat together by the table: Dad, Jackson, and I. We were eating pancakes and laughing, and even if a part of my brain was telling me that it wasn't real, I wanted to stay there, in the place where I felt safe and loved…I swiped my plate clean and smiled at Jackson. He was now wearing his police uniform, looking as handsome as ever. He rose from the table and suddenly turned pale. Wincing, he stepped back."What's wrong?" I asked, my voice trembling because I knew.He groaned and pressed his hand to his chest. Blood streamed between his fingers, and he stumbled back, losing balance and
Last Updated : 2023-08-10Don't Fall For Mr. Hart My Need For Her
AIDEN"I will officially resign from the company if you pull this kind of stunt ever again!" Logan roared and gulped down his whiskey as if he were trying to emphasize how mad he was. "I made myself look like an absolute idiot in front of those cops!""You're exaggerating and being overdramatic." I chuckled and leaned closer to clink his glass. "You've done an amazing job and helped your friend out. I would even call your acting skills superb.""Screw you," he grunted and poured himself more whiskey.The truth was, I was amazingly grateful for what he did. He came to the hospital after I called him before six in the morning, and told the policemen that there was a man dressed in black at the end of the corridor. He even ran two floors back and forth with them before awkwardly announcing that the man whom he had found suspicious must have been one of the cleaners working for the hospital."I hope you at least found what you wanted," he grumbled before taking another sip of whiskey.My
Last Updated : 2023-08-11Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Hard Truth
CHARLIE"Aiden… You're allegedly ex-boyfriend, Aiden fucking Hart, was in your room in the middle of the night?!" Emily shrieked.My lips twisted in an awkward smile. "Those words you used... It's just..." I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Never mind."Mischief curled up her mouth. "Words like fucking… Hart?"I gave her a look. "Like allegedly."I glanced at the IV drip, which was, thankfully, almost empty. It was the last one, and the doctor promised me that I could leave the hospital by the end of the day.Emily followed my sight, carefully scanning the drip before quickly shifting her eyes to me. "Anyway, I think that's adorable—a little bit creepy, but adorable.""I'm not even sure if he was there or if I just wanted him so much to be there that I made him up." I threw my hands up in frustration."You said you smelled him, and the sheets looked oddly wrinkled at one side," she reminded.I sighed. "Yes, but there could be other explanations, like—" She placed one finger on my mouth."
Last Updated : 2023-08-12Don't Fall For Mr. Hart The Dying King
AIDENComing home whenever my father needed us to pretend that the Harts were a perfect and loving family was one of the things I hated the most. Since the news about my father's condition leaked out to the press, the gate outside the residence was crowded with reporters. I hated the fact that my father lied about his condition. Was I the only one who didn't know? Had he shared this sensitive knowledge with Ceasar and Christopher? Rage filled my veins with liquid fire, and I spent a decent amount of time debating whether I could handle being a part of this family masquerade. Finally, sentiments had won.I couldn't recall the last time I sat in my office in our family mansion, but here I was, working on my laptop while hearing my mother's raised voice coming from the corridor. My patience flew out the window in less than a second, and before I could evaluate the situation, I slammed the door open and barged outside. As soon as I did, I saw Mother spitting venom at the poor, obviously f
Last Updated : 2023-08-13Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Like Father and Son
AIDEN I stared at the man in front of me, the man whose blood was running through my veins. He tried to steer my life from the day I was brought into this world. I had always been one of his assets, and I knew that it was how he treated me. Undoubtedly, all of his sons were, in his mind, considered assets at his disposal, but the first wife's sons had higher values and a lot of privileges. As the second wife's son, I received not only the least of Alexander Hart's time and interest but also the least freedom. When he wanted me, I was there, and I left his side when he wanted me gone. But this? His request had nothing to do with him trying to fix my life. He simply wanted to control me, even after his death. "No." My one-word answer caused him to choke on his breath. He collected himself quickly and cleared his throat. "No… what?" I dragged a deep breath. "I will NOT marry Pearla or any woman my mother is going to choose for me. That was NOT our deal." He shook his head and waved
Last Updated : 2023-08-14Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Lunch at Tiffany's
CHARLIEThe message from Julienne proved something I hoped wouldn't turn out to be true. Someone from the Hart family was involved in Julienne's murder. Julienne accused Christopher, but I knew too damn well that if I had brought her recorded message to the police or the FBI, they would have begun to suspect the entire family of some kind of conspiracy. Julienne's message could be used as a weapon, able to make many people suffer and cause much greater damage to the company than the manipulated footage had caused. I couldn't make the same mistake twice.It had nothing to do with protecting Aiden's brother; if he had anything to do with Julienne's death, I would gladly hand his ass to the police after severely kicking it first. It was about doing the right thing. It was about not hurting innocents.I studied all the files from Julienne's flash drive, and Emily helped me read the list of transactions. Neither of us specialized in business and economy, but the sole shipment destinations
Last Updated : 2023-08-16Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Secret Mission
"I need a drink," I announced as I passed the threshold of our apartment.I could see a thousand questions surfacing in Emily's expression. She began with: "What happened?"Growling out a curse, I slumped on the sofa. "I met with Vivienne Hart."Her mouth opened, and she stared at me for a few heartbeats before saying, "I think I'll have that drink too."A moment later, she brought a glass for me and herself and sat next to me. Then I told her about my not-so-pleasant meeting with Aiden's mother in detail. "I'm surprised she didn't offer you money to leave her son," she stated when I finished.I chuckled dryly. "Yeah, that would be fun... I wonder how it feels to tear a million-dollar check into tiny little pieces."Emily snorted. "Do you think she would have offered you a million?"My lips formed a thin line. "No. I think she would have offered me a hundred bucks so I could ‘afford’ a taxi home." I could even hear her voice as I imagined that scene, and once I did, my blood began to
Last Updated : 2023-08-17
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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
