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Don't Fall For Mr. Hart The Power of the Press
CHARLIEI saw Aiden today. I was on my way to Kevin's place when I saw him walking out of 26 Federal Plaza. Chandler Ellis was with him, so I assumed he must have been questioned by the FBI. Did Bastian interrogate him?My heart began to thunder, quickly reminding me of all the painful cracks. I knew that I needed to leave this place for the pain to go away, but instead, I just stood on the other side of the street watching him like some miserable creep. I sucked in a shaky breath while my eyes traced his ever-powerful posture. I knew that he had chosen the gray three-piece suit to make him look slightly more humble, and I stifled a chuckle, smiling at how it made him achieve an almost opposite effect. His dominance was striking, and I could feel it even where I stood.He was angry. I could see it in the frown, in the creasing of the space between his brows, and in the way his fists opened and closed. But then I noticed something else—satisfaction. A gentle curve appeared on his lips,
Last Updated : 2023-08-03Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Guilt
AIDENFive days had passed since Charlie vanished from my life, or rather, five days since I chased her away. I heard that time was supposed to heal you. Apparently, the one around me had a sadistic sense of humor and decided to torture me instead of making me better. I couldn't stop thinking about her, and every thought stirred up my inner conflict. I felt betrayed, angry, confused, frustrated, and… guilty. I should have checked every single detail of her life, and then I should have confronted her. I should have forced her to expose her true motives before I let her enter my life. Now my mind constantly produced new, pointless what-ifs, underlining each moment that could have been different.I was wasting the energy I needed to solve all the current issues with the company. Surprisingly, Hart Global didn't go down as many expected. It was far from ending the whole crisis, but we were quite stably floating on the surface. Of course, that would change with the beginning of my father's
Last Updated : 2023-08-04Don't Fall For Mr. Hart The Mathews Family
CHARLIEFor the next few days, paranoia sprouted within me. Emily and I had just moved to a quite cozy apartment on Riverside Drive, and even though the area seemed bright and safe, my senses were on constant alert. I kept waking up in the middle of the night and walking to the window just to check if there weren't any suspicious cars parked by our apartment building.I managed to fool Emily, telling her that I regained my energy and confidence, but that wasn't entirely true. I was scared. Someone might have been after me, and the only weapon I had was the folded combat knife I found in Singapore, which surely didn't give me the advantage I needed against a taller and stronger opponent.Trying to calm down my nerves, I sat in our new kitchen and slowly sipped lemon balm tea. It didn't work. It took a child's scream coming from the outside of our building for my heart to hammer. I was a mess. I needed an assignment—something to keep me focused—but instead, I sat and waited for Kevin to
Last Updated : 2023-08-05Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Jeopardy
"So… You've been talking to the ghost?" Emily gave me a crooked smile and shoved a few chickpea chips into her mouth."Rather an imposter." I slumped on our sofa and groaned. "I cannot believe I was so stupid. This guy… I believed that he was honest and that he deeply cared about his father…"Emily patted my shoulder. "He must have been one hell of an actor.""He surely was," I said, annoyance surfacing in my tone. "I used to be good at reading others. I should have seen through him, you know? See the crack in his mask." I threw my hands up in sheer frustration.Emily shrugged. "You wanted to believe him. You wanted him to be just like you, and you assumed that he was a real fighter for justice. The real question is, who was that guy? And why did he give you those files?"Then it hit me. The realization came with a massive blow that would have swept me off my feet if I weren't already sitting. "They sent him, Emily. They wanted him to manipulate me, and I dumbly surrendered. They told
Last Updated : 2023-08-06Don't Fall For Mr. Hart The Twins
AIDENSixty minutes earlierIt was a little after seven in the morning in Greece when I finished my meeting at the Orphanage of St. Demetrius in the suburbs of Patras. I came here to learn a little about Landon and his twin brother. Fortunately, once I made a rather significant donation to the orphanage, Reverend Mother Helen agreed to meet with me. The surly, annoying-as-fuck, seventy-year-old woman graciously allowed me to take some of her time, but only at six-thirty after she finished her morning prayers. I respected her demand solely because she allowed me to enter the archives and go through the files without any supervision. Well, dealing with those nuns wasn't easy, but at least I found what I wanted.The Allard family made a lot of effort to destroy everything about the adoption, but they didn't know that the Reverent Mother had a habit of creating copies of the adoption documents, and those she kept hidden in her private storage. Thanks to Mother Helen's cunning side, I now
Last Updated : 2023-08-07Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Dodging the Bullet
CHARLIEAir escaped my lungs, and the sting of pain caused me to wince. For certain, I was still alive. I opened my eyes and saw Dominique falling to his knees. A second later, he dropped face-down to the ground and stopped moving. Was he dead? What the hell happened?"Charlie!" I heard a familiar voice and looked up at the bridge. Nathan stood there with a gun."You... shot him," I said, feeling weaker by the second, using all the volume I could muster. I didn't think he heard me, but he seemed relieved to see me move, more or less, or that my chest heaved and fell."Hold on! I'm coming!" He jumped down to the lower segment and then ran down the slope.My eyes anxiously shifted to Dominique; he still wasn't moving. A second later, Nathan crouched beside me. "I'm sorry, Charlie. I should have come sooner, but something in this area jammed all signals, and I couldn't track you.""Track me?" I mumbled, widening my eyes.He nodded while his eyes kept scanning the wound on my stomach. "We
Last Updated : 2023-08-09Don'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 : 2023-08-10
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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
