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Don'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
Don'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
Don'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
Don'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
Don'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
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
Don'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
Don'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
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