CHARLOTTE'S POVMy heart dropped when I heard Catherine's voice. When did she get in here? “Catherine! You're here.” I smiled as I stood up immediately and took her hand, pulling her with me to the bed. She looked at me, confusion still etched on her face as she sat on the bed and I cleared my throat to ease the tension in the room. “I'll ask again. Why am I being suspected?” She questioned, her eyes fixed on Roselia and I could almost use a knife to slice through the tension in the room right now. “It's just a misunderstanding-”“I'm Roselia. Charlotte's best friend.” Rose interrupted my words as she folded her hands and stared at her with a grumpy expression. “You're suspected of trying to take my best friend away from me. Are you guilty or not?” She grumbled like a child as she huffed and looked away. I stared at Rose in shock, my mind blown at her extreme acting skills. What is this? Catherine looked confused and then her expression changed into that of realization as a sma
OWEN'S POVI was supposed to be worried when I heard someone scream from Charlotte's room but I knew that only meant everything was going as planned. It would definitely hurt Charlotte, but she had to know the truth. I took a look at the clock that read 10:32 am and I let out a sigh as I continued brushing my teeth. I stared at the box sitting on the bed and I moved closer to it as I dusted off imaginary dust on it. It has to be perfect. I rinsed my mouth and washed my face as I stared at myself in the mirror for a while. Operation ‘Make Charlotte fall in love with me’ had officially started and I would do everything in my power to make sure it's accomplished. My mind drifted back to the messages I got yesterday and I frowned at how uneasy it made me feel. I have to find out who that person is and what they mean. I took the box and headed for Charlotte's room, my mind racing and heart flipping continuously. I stood outside the door as I patted my chest gently and knocked on it gen
CHARLOTTE'S POVI gulped down the glass of water in my hand as I patted my chest gently. Kids? Did I hear him wrongly or something?Owen cleared his throat as he stared at his food blankly. I started to eat slowly, my mind racing at the thought of actually having kids with Owen.Stop thinking about that, silly! You and Owen aren't having kids. It was stated clearly in the contract. You're overthinking everything.“Father, we're taking things one step at a time. It wouldn't be ideal to just rush things like that. Charlotte and I are going on a date this evening.” He stated, his voice calm and gentle.Mr Walker seemed to be surprised as he stared at Owen in awe. I doubt he's ever heard Owen speak like this before. Man, I'm doing an amazing job on this man.“A date, you say. That sounds beautiful. I hope you've made arrangements.” He chirped in and I smiled at the memory of the dress in my room.“Yes he did. He booked a reservation at The Whitney and also got me a beautiful dress. Isn't
OWEN'S POV I smiled inwardly as Catherine sat besides me and Charlotte stared at both of us in shock. Catherine had a smug smile on her face and I know she's thinking she won, but I have better plans than that.“Owen? What's happening here?” She asked, confusion and disappointment written all over her face. “Oh you mean Catherine? Please don't mind her presence. You agreed to go on a date with me so that you can groom me to be a better husband right? I'd like to make that practice on my future wife here, Catherine.”Charlotte stared at me, dumbfounded and bewildered. When she realized what I meant, her expression changed but she tried to mask it with a smile.“You didn't tell me Catherine was your future wife. Congratulations to the both of you.” She mumbled and I simply nodded with a smile while Catherine stared at Charlotte in envy.Her mask was finally slipping slowly and all I wanted was for Charlotte to see who she really was. But for now, the mission was to get Charlotte jealo
CHARLOTTE'S POV I tried to push him away, but Owen's grip was firm. He pulled me closer, his lips crashing onto mine with a desperation that left me breathless. I was still angry, still hurt, but his kiss was like a flame that ignited a fire within me.At first, I resisted, my lips pressed together in a tight line. But Owen's persistence wore me down. His tongue teased my lips, coaxing them apart, and I felt my resolve crumble.As we stood under the lamp post, the world around us melted away. All that was left was the two of us, lost in the intensity of the moment. Owen's hands roamed my back, pulling me closer, and I felt myself getting lost in his touch.I couldn't think straight, couldn't reason. All I knew was the feel of Owen's lips on mine, the taste of his tongue, and the warmth of his body pressed against mine.When we broke apart for air, I felt dazed, my heart racing. Owen's eyes burned with intensity, his chest heaving with emotion. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his lips inch
OWEN'S POV I felt bad for doing all these to her but I couldn't help it. I had to get the truth from her. My mind drifted back to the kiss we shared a few minutes ago and my heart raced in response.My face still stung from the slap but I knew she only did that out of fear. It was adorable to see her this way. Her big brown eyes stared at me in confusion at the question I asked and I knew I was getting somewhere.“No, I'm not.” She denied as she pulled her hand away and folded her hands. “I just think it's unacceptable that you flirt around with another lady when you have a wife.”“You'd have to find a way to accept it then. Because you'd be seeing us more frequently than usual. If I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with her, I should fall deeply in love with her, isn't that right?” “I thought you hated her. You told me there was something about her that didn't sit well with you. Did you lie to me?” She narrowed her eyes on me and I was tempted to tell her it was all just a plan t
OWEN'S POVI'm going insane. Two days have gone by and there's still no news from Charlotte. Her phone is not reachable, I've searched the whole of Michigan but she's nowhere to be found. If she didn't leave a note of apology to Roselia, I'd have thought she was abducted by people. But that can't stop me from panicking. What if she somehow got abducted? I got up from the chair and paced around, anxiety and fear taking over me like a storm. This is all my fault. If I hadn't made her feel that way, she wouldn't have left. I don't care if she loves me or not, I just want her back! There was a knock on my door but I didn't care to get it. I just wanted my wife back. The door was pushed open and Caleb walked in, a worried expression on his face and Roselia followed him, and with the look on her face, I knew she was still missing. “Owen, you need to calm down. We'll find her. You should eat something and try to sleep. You look like a disaster.” He reasoned but I wasn't even listening to
CHARLOTTE'S POVI walked back to my house, dejected, exhausted and tired. I had cried enough for the day. I saw a car drive away and as I looked closely, I realized it was Owen's car. He came to look for… Me? Beatrice was right! AN HOUR AGO. “Charlotte?” I heard a familiar voice call out my name as I was walking down the street and I turned around to see Beatrice standing behind me, a surprised look on her face. “Mama Beatrice? What are you doing here?” I asked in surprise as she came closer to me and hugged me warmly. “I should be asking you that, Charlotte. Why did you run away? The whole house is in turmoil because of your absence. Owen has almost lost his mind.” She tried to explain but I didn't want to hear it. I smiled at her politely and didn't answer her question. “You know you can always talk to me right? I love you like a child, Charlotte and I want the best for you. So tell me my child, what happened?” We took a seat by the roadside and I explained everything that ha