Charlotte’s POVLogan took me to the classiest place I've ever been to. He booked a table for us, and I think this is the first time we'll have time to spend together after a long day of stress. When he gave me that charming grin, I realized I married a very gorgeous man.Everyone in the restaurant kept looking at my husband. If I were a nervous wife, I would think they were crazy because they were looking at him, but I don't care; I can display his face in front of their house, too. I smiled at myself, and he asked, "Are you okay?" "No, I'm...I'm okay...it's just I have been thinking a lot." I am proud of him, not just because he looks good, but also because he is very helpful and damn good at everything. But sometimes, when I'm mad, I forget how I hate him so much, and now that I'm okay, I keep thinking about him even though he's right there sitting in front of me. I smiled softly, and when our food was already served. I said, “Oh, don’t eat yet.” He looked at me with confusion
Charlotte’s POV“Elliot?!” I remembered that he was the person who followed me up to the 104th floor a year ago and tried to get me to stop looking for more proof of everything. After all, how could I stop if that's how my dad died? Exactly how my mother died fourteen years ago. Then I softly shook my head and wiped the tears that were running down my face. "Why are you doing this to me?!" "Why do you ask me a question to which you already know the answer?" Elliot asked. Then he pulled out his gun and smiled at me, saying, "I think you need to sleep." He then hit me on the forehead with the gun, which numbed my whole body, and I passed out right away. In the dark, empty room where I woke up, my body was tied to a chair, and my mouth was taped back on. Fear and worry made me cry. I thought that if I didn't get away soon, it might be the end of me. I looked up when I realized there was no other way out of this empty room. Elliot opened the door and turned on the light. He smiled at
Charlotte’s POVI stepped forward and pointed the gun at him. "Tell me who the fuck killed my father?" He threw up both hands in fear and asked, "Why would I tell you that? I'm not sure! I have no idea who killed your dad!" When I shot him in the thigh, he screamed in pain, "Fuck!" He then turned around and said, "Fuck you!" No, I don't kill Fabian! That man was very smart and hard to kill. I wonder, who would be brave enough to kill your dad? I didn’t kill him!" I shot his left leg and he screamed in pain again, and his painful groaning echoed all over the empty room that was full of blood. I asked one more time, “Who killed my dad?!" “I have already told you bitch! I don’t fucking kill him!” he said intently and stood up, “If you want my help, I can help you find—” then bang! I shot him in the head, and he fell on the floor with his eyes open and his blood splattered around the area.I took his phone and walked out the door. After that, I hid in a corner because I saw someone g
Charlotte’s POV “I…I was scared.” Casey said while shaking her head, trying to walk away from the scene but Logan stopped her. “You can’t go out without telling me the reason why you have to do this with me, and with your best friend.” Casey answered, “She’s not my best friend anymore.” I felt speechless as she said that and then she stepped back, and walked away from us. Liam sighed, “Just leave her alone, let's focus on the real case here. So who was the one who kidnapped you, Charlotte?” "Liam, why do you ask so many questions? I'm now on my payback pace, and you, and even Logan, can't stop me." I gave them the stink eye. "Charlotte, don't forget that we are a team here!" Liam sighed. "Angel also needs justice for her parents too, and not just you!” I bit my bottom lip as I thought about the child, who is Arman's daughter. I saw how she begged for help and tried to save her dad. “So tell me, who was the person who kidnapped you?” "Liam, don't pressure my wife so much,
Charlotte’s POVI walked to the playground where Casey’s son was playing happily with his boxes and puzzles, and then Casey walked over towards me, with stink eyes, and asked, “What are you doing here?” “Casey, I am not your enemy, okay?” She rolled her eyes, “If Logan was still not sure if Zack is his son, this is the proof.” She handed me the document, and while I was reading it, I smiled at her and said, “Well, I guess this looks so real but we still need a real DNA test.” I tore the paper, and her eyes suddenly dropped as she saw how I threw the paper on the ground. “How could you…” She picked up the paper on the floor, and glanced angrily at me. “What is wrong with you?!” “Nothing is wrong with me, Casey. You are playing with fire, don’t you know that?” I pushed her away, and she didn’t dare to say something to me anymore. She just watched me leaving her in fury. Then I saw Cedric when I walked into the living room. He looked at me with wide eyes. After a week in rehab, he
Charlotte’s POV“Are you serious about this, Charlotte?” Casey asked under her breath while she’s breathing heavily, thinking about the DNA test result I’ve got. I raised my hand and nodded, “Yes! Do you think I don’t know about Zack’s father?” She stepped back.“That’s why you cared a lot Cedric because you still want him. But because Logan has more wealth and connections, you prefer Logan so that your family will crawl back into high status again.” I smiled at her.She laughed, and tried to change the topic. “Don’t forget that you used my grandma’s money for your madness! Where did you take her one hundred million dollars?” I laughed and replied, "It's mine now, so don't worry about it." "Anyways, your mom was an adopted daughter, so you are not really my grandmother's granddaughter," I continued with a sneer. Her eyes flared with anger that she wants to hurt me right now. “Oh my god…” she put her hand on her mouth. There's nothing more I want to say to you, but I guess you nee
Charlotte’s POV“And what do you want from me, Charlotte? I heard you loud and clear that you don’t want me to be part of this company anymore!”I pushed him inside the empty room, and closed the door, and his brow arched, “What are you doing here?” “Let me ask you a question, it’s only a fast question and I won’t ask you again.” I said as I put my hands on my hips. He stepped back slowly with a confusion written on his face, and he shrugged off, “Yes, what kind of question is that?” “Are you involved?” “Involved?!” he asked angrily. “Are you accusing me of something I didn't do?” “I’m not accusing you yet, Luca. But you look offended.” Then I opened the door, and left him inside the empty office. He chased me outside, and called my name, “Charlotte….” I stopped. “What?” "I want to clear up some things about me that you got wrong," he said. I furrowed my brows and asked, "What?" "You're accusing me of things I don't know..." I pursed my lips to make him think I didn't unders
Charlotte’s POVFive men, all dressed in black, with dark hair, the appearance of authority, and evil grins, entered the corridor. As the lone female participant in the meeting, I felt their eyes on me as I sat awkwardly in the corner. When Lisa arrived, she bowed her head to everyone. She sits next to me and nods her head at me as a greeting. Logan touched my thigh under the table, and he glanced at me just to make me feel calm, and not anxious at the same time. Lisa on the other side of me, glanced at me, and sighed. Then the door opened, three more men arrived, and they sat on the opposite side of us. So there were three men with blonde hair, and five men with dark hair, and the only one with chocolate hair was Logan. We were all eleven members of the high table, and suddenly, the Mafia King arrived. I hold my breath, trying to calm myself. He was wearing a black mask. And all of us stood up to greet him. We bowed our heads, and he raised his hand to suggest we sit down.