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Don't Fall For Mr. Hart For the Cause
I sat on the bed with the flash drive on my lap. I spent the last three or four hours staring at it. The enthusiasm and power I felt the moment I left Hart Global were long gone when I got back to my hotel room. Confidence and determination gave way to doubts and restlessness. This flash drive most likely worked just like Pandora's box. There was no going back once I opened it. That left me with one important question: did I truly have the strength to jump into all of this again?I was an emotional mess. I felt that I had just regained my balance, only to lose my stable footing all over again. The image of Aiden looking at me with nothing but disdain in his eyes kept haunting me. I wished I could say that at least Julienne would rest in peace now, but she still awaited justice, and I didn't think that the Police and the FBI were heading in the right direction to find her killer.That left me with one question that I asked myself more times than I could count. Was it all worth it? And
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Inner Battle
AIDENIt was after midnight. I was sitting in my office, sipping my third glass of whiskey. Logan decided to join me an hour ago and was currently sprawled on my sofa, staring at his empty glass and trying to refill it using willpower. It was a rough day. The company suffered losses and I spent hours talking to infuriated major shareholders. My father took the blow with surprising dignity—or rather, that was the face he had shown in front of the cameras—before commanding his two sons to save the company by all means necessary. Fucking bastard. He was the one who screwed up and now expected me and Christopher to clean up his mess. Certainly, I didn't believe that my father had anything to do with Julienne's murder, but he must have been aware that it WAS a murder, not suicide, and that had seriously pissed me off.So here we were, sitting in the middle of a fucking crisis, maneuvering through the remains of Hart Global and saving whatever could be saved. Most of the computers and docum
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,
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
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