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Don'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 : 2023-06-21Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Letting Go
Seconds passed in silence. I watched Aiden's features harden, his jaw clench, and his forearms expose veins because of tightening muscles. I wasn't breathing. I couldn't. I had never told anyone about what had happened except for my therapist and Emily… and Dad, but that was a different story. I had never told Bastian, even though I had known him forever. But I chose to tell Aiden, and now I could only pray that it wasn't a mistake… "Say something," I murmured, my voice trembling. "When did it happen?" he finally bit out. I swallowed. "A little over four years ago." "Did they catch him?" he strained through his teeth, his hands fisting into balls. I sucked in a shaky breath. "It… It was complicated." He spent a few heartbeats studying me, then let out a ragged breath. "You knew him, didn't you?" My chin dropped, then lifted on its own in an automatic nod. "He and Jackson used to be friends… or so I thought then." "Christ…" He dragged his fingers through his hair, his throat wor
Last Updated : 2023-06-22Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Mine
He wanted my heart. It felt surreal. Could this be true? He made it sound so honest, and I... I didn't think I could stop myself from falling. I was already deep—too deep—and it was scaring the hell out of me.We both took a shower, washed the salt off our bodies, and changed into fresh clothes. I put on another white dress with thin shoulder straps, but this one was straight and long with two slits on the sides to ease walking. It clung to my curves, highlighting all the right areas, almost like a nightgown pretending to be an appropriate daytime dress, but I didn't mind. The only person who was going to see me wearing it was Aiden. I heard a low growl rumbling in his chest as he saw me. That might have meant that he appreciated my choice of clothing…He wore a pair of cream-white linen pants and a half-unbuttoned, loose shirt. He took my hand and led me to the pool. "Wait here," he said before rushing inside the house and reappearing with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hand
Last Updated : 2023-06-24Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Back to Reality
I had never woken up in a man's arms. I had never slept in the same bed with the man I had sex with. I had never done anything reserved for those who were in an actual relationship. My first so-called relationship was as immature as two teenagers in love could be. We had sex only once, in a hotel where we didn't even stay for the night since we had to go back before his parents or my father found out that we were somewhere we shouldn't have been. Our second time was supposed to happen the night Jackson died. The news had gotten to me before I sneaked out of the house. My "relationship" sort of died that night as well. My boyfriend didn't show up at the funeral. A broken girlfriend was too much for him to handle. I was trying to keep myself together until the end of Jackson's killer's trial, but the unjust sentence did something my failed relationship couldn't. It turned the switch. I rebelled against everything. I drank, partied, and slept with a few guys that I truly shouldn't have.
Last Updated : 2023-06-24Don't Fall For Mr. Hart The Ghosts of the Past
*TRIGGER WARNING* The third scene in this chapter contains a description of sexual and physical abuse."You need to be fucking kidding me!" Emily growled, striding back and forth through the length of my room.I sat on the bed with my legs curled up and my arms folded around my knees. I couldn't stop my body from trembling. I had taken an emergency sedative pill, one I had sworn not to use unless necessary. It was necessary now. Something that had been my personal trauma had a chance to become a publicly known fact. But worst of all, my rapist was now a victim… and I was a possible murder suspect."This is insanity!" Emily threw her hands in the air and walked another round of steps across the room. "Fortunately, your boyfriend can confirm your alibi and stop this madness."I shook my head. "I can't involve Aiden in all this."Emily stopped walking. Her head snapped in my direction. "Are you crazy?! Why the hell not?! He already knows everything, so what's the problem?!"I glared at h
Last Updated : 2023-06-25Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Protection
I woke up screaming. It took me more than two or three minutes to fully acknowledge that I was in my bed and my apartment, not inside my horror scene from four years ago. I dreamed about that night many times, but this time my dream was different. The gaps in my memory finally filled, presenting one detail that my brain had erased before, a detail that now caused my whole body to rattle. There was someone else in that room, someone I had forgotten. It was a man, possibly in his thirties, with short black hair and a scar…My scream brought Emily to her feet. I felt guilty for waking her up, but when I told her that I was all right and that she should go back to sleep, she replied, "Bullshit! I will wait until you calm down!"She lay down beside me on the bed, grabbed my hand, and tangled our fingers. Minutes passed, and my breathing rate finally slowed down. My pulse became less frantic, and my mind put my thoughts in order. I told Emily about my nightmare and about the new fragment I
Last Updated : 2023-06-26Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Relationship
I blinked a few times, processing Aiden's words. "Are you serious?"He chuckled. "Of course, I am. I thought that I made it clear before. I want us to be together. You don't want to?""I do, but—""Then is there anything wrong with what I said?" His brows rose, causing his blue eyes to become even bigger and more dangerously alluring. "People in a relationship are supposed to look after each other. I want to protect you. Besides, if the police decide to question you, I think I'm your alibi, am I not?" He smirked.I sighed. "You are right. People in a relationship should look after each other—""Glad that you agree.""—and that is why I don't think you should be near me... for now," I said and watched him frown. I pushed my hands against his chest, freeing myself from his embrace. "It's not that I don't want you close; believe me, I do. But for now, I am nobody, and you are Aiden Hart. The press in Philadelphia will be interested in this story because the one who died was the son of a
Last Updated : 2023-06-27Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Dinner Time
Aiden's head snapped toward his mother. "What the hell is she doing here?!" he snarled, causing the raven-haired woman to flinch. I wasn't sure what this "fiancé" thing was about, but judging by Aiden's reaction, any kind of relationship with the brunette wasn't his choice.Vivienne Hart frowned. "That was extremely rude of you, Son. Pearla has just flown from Nice, and she wanted to see you. I thought that you'd be happy to see your future wife. She's grown even more beautiful since last summer, is she not?"I could feel Aiden's blood boiling. His chest rose sharply as he sucked in a breath. His hand slid through my back. His fingers curled in my waist before possessively pulling me closer to his side. "Mother, Pearla, this is Charlotte Madison, my girlfriend. I would appreciate it if you stepped aside from the door and let us in." His cold tone froze everything around us, causing both women to stiffen.I wanted to stretch my hand to greet both women, but none seemed eager to acknowl
Last Updated : 2023-06-29
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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
