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.
Charlotte’s POVI held my breath as I walked inside the cozy dark office of Elliot Senior. He glanced at me while he was talking to Logan, and all I could say was that it’s making me feel nervous and being anxious at the same time. Sweat running down on my earlobe and down to the back of my neck. He put his whiskey on the table, and the old man smiled at me. “Hi, Charlotte. The daughter of the most ferocious one.” He smiled at me. I nod my head at him, and gaze at Logan who was silent the whole time. “What’s happening here?” I asked softly. “You are the one I’ve assigned to my son’s office. I want you to be very vigilant about everything. I want this to be your new mission, and your new work.” I asked, “So, you want me to catch the killer too?” He smiled at me, “Of course, women can have something in them that men don't have.” “Are you sure about this, Sir?” He sipped his last drop of whiskey, “Of course, I’m sure about this! So you gotta take the mission whether you like it
Charlotte’s POV When we got home late at night, I could hear Casey's baby crying and yelling. Hearing her son cry made me feel uncomfortable, so I went into her room. The baby was crying so hard in his crib that his tears were already running down his face. I got the baby out of the crib and hugged it. "Hey, Baby Zack, why are you crying so much? Where's mommy?" Suddenly, I stopped walking as I spotted Casey on the floor, unconscious and she looked like she passed out. I walked outside and called Logan. “Logan! Logan!” Logan ran outside of the room, and asked, “What’s happening?” “I found Casey on the floor, she was unconscious!” I hugged the baby in my arms, and Logan went inside, and carried Casey out of the room, and put her in the backseat. The maid outside was also in panic, and I gave the baby to them, “Please, take care of the baby.” “Yes, Ma’am!” Then we took Casey to the nearest hospital, and as we arrived there, the doctor immediately checked her. I sighed
Charlotte’s POVBefore Logan could tell me something about his parents, Liam Arrived with his team, and he warned me to put my gun down. He said to his team, “It’s okay, I got her.” Logan said, “Charlotte…” I shook my head, “Don’t.” Liam let me cry it out in the back of his police car, and he understandably feels concerned about me. And he didn't say anything. He just led me into his house, where Nicole and Angel were waiting. Nicole woke up, and opened the gate for us, then she closed it again. At this point, I was still crying, and I felt helpless to stop. "What's wrong with her? Why is she crying so much?" Nicole asked. Then walked towards her husband, "Is she all right?" "It looks like she's not okay. What I witnessed was her pointing a revolver at Logan and Cedric while tears streamed down her face."Nicole sighed and said, "Charlotte, join us inside. Let us talk about it." Nicole used to be very jealous, but she's changed a lot since she learned about what's going on in
Charlotte’s POV“I don’t want to stop the car, Charlotte! I need you to listen to me!” Logan said angrily, and his eyebrow arched in sharpness while staring at me. “Fuck! Focus your eyes on the road! Logan!” I yelled at him.Then he went back to his eyes on the road with a pursed of his lips. “I need you to listen to my explanation of why I have to hide it from you.” I gulped, “Then why do you really need to hide it from me? If they are not involved in the death of my mother, then why do you always lie to me?!” “I have to lie to you to PROTECT THEM!” he raised his deep husky voice at me. "What the fuck? Do you really think I'm that bad that I can kill them for no reason?! Are you sure I don't want them to live too? As long as you are my husband, I will never hurt anyone close to your heart unless I have to!" He pulled over the car on the side of the road, and he took a deep breath as he looked at me. “Do you really want to see them?” “Do you want me to see them?” He nodded his
Santiago’s POVAfter his brothers left the Villa, I carried her to the bedroom. In the midst of my tight embrace, I blurted out, "Who was that guy?" She laughed at me and said, "Uh, I love putting Chris Evans pictures in my old room. I even told my brothers that he was my boyfriend." It turned her face red as she tried to explain it to me, and I could see the little girl talking about her crush right before me. "I like Captain America..." I nodded my head and said, “I thought you met someone like me…” She gazed at me, “Well, you are more handsome than him. I like you more….” Those words made me hold my breath. I wasn't ready to hear that yet, but she grabbed my arm, and I leaned forward to look her in the eyes. "I thought I was going to die," she said with a smile. Then she paused and said, "But if I really am going to die, I have to tell you how much I like you before it's too late." I caressed the side of her cheeks and smiled at her warmly, “I like you too.” I kissed her li
Santiago’s POVI no longer see the smile that Beatrice always gave me whenever she saw me; she was scared for her life. It's all my fault; I make a woman's life dull and unhappy. I should not have asked her to marry me just to get what I wanted.The thought of her driving me insane, and here she is, in the operating room, having the bullet removed from her abdomen. I hold my breath every time the operating room door opens. Then, all of a sudden, a doctor walks up to me and says, "We did everything we could, but she didn't make it. I am sorry." My heart sank when I realized the woman who had brought so much joy into my life had already passed away! Jeric gave me a sighing look and said, "I'm sorry for your loss." Then I closed my eyes and asked the doctor, "Are you sure about that?!" "I'm sorry, your mother didn't make it—" he looked at me. I smacked him in the face and told him, "You're fu*king wrong! How could you say that?" "I'm the son, not him!" the man yelled at the Doctor.
Beatrice’s POV“Wait for me there! I’m on my way! F*ck!” He cursed silently after the call.At every turn, I felt uneasy because someone had just placed a camera around the house. The enemy will use it against Santiago because it could cause a lot of trouble. Everything and everyone around him wants him to die or fail. It's hard for me to think that there are people in this world who exist solely to do something bad just to get what they want!Then I heard two vans pulling up to the Villa. One of them parked outside the gate, and the other van went inside. The driver got out to look for me. I ran to them immediately and said, "What's happening?" The man thoroughly examined me before saying, "Alright, Miss Beatrice, you must go outside." "Why? What's going on?" "The hidden camera you saw in the kitchen wasn't just a hidden camera; they wired a bomb to it!" the man said as he dragged me out the door. Then he looked around and looked for some people inside and I immediately remembere
Beatrice’s POVUp until he tripped and fell onto the bed next to me, he was lying on top of me, and my hands were resting on his chest. The way we looked at each other made it seem like he was trying to diagnose my problems, but I was perfectly OK. I pushed him away, and he rolled over next to me. He sighed deeply and stared blankly at the ceiling. "I think you need to rest in your own bed instead of mine," I told him. When he heard that, he got up and left without speaking with me. I sighed as I thought about what was wrong with him again! I got up early the following day and tried to decide what I would do today. "Good morning, ma'am," the kitchen maid greeted me. "Morning." "Sir Santiago has prepared breakfast for you, and it has been placed in the microwave; all you need to do is heat it up." She smiled at me.I nodded in agreement, wondering why he needed to treat me this way. This is something I can do myself. But the maid said, "Ma'am Bea, he told me he won't be home ton
Beatrice’s POVAs I look at him walk away, I hold my breath. He then waited for me in the car until I was done thinking about everything. Damn! From now on, I have no other option except to continue working for him until the contract is finished. "How could I marry such a cruel man? Mafias are bad, that's true. They break the law and do bad things because they want power as well as wealth. Indeed, I am right." I sucked in my breath because I thought I was so stupid for talking to myself about this!While my mind was racing with thoughts, I walked down the hall and saw that his guards were waiting for me outside. They opened the van door for me and then slid it shut. Santiago's driver got into the car and drove off. Santiago was still silent as I looked across at him. Something must be done because I don't know what to say to him. It made me feel like I was crossing a thin line to be with him. Even though he was nice, I'm still not sure if I should be careful around him. Although h
Beatrice’s POVHe found my question so funny that he was guffawing across the room. Then I glared at him angrily and said, “Well, that wasn’t funny.” "Beatrice, I like you as a friend and a good secretary and also as a good pretending wife and nothing more," Santiago remarked. It makes my heart skip a beat. Does he always have to hurt me by being honest with me?After that, I gathered my arms over my chest, raised my eyes to meet his, and said, "Yes, of course." I then returned to my room to grab a dress from the wardrobe to prepare for our evening supper. After settling on a white dress that seemed both understated and sophisticated, I accessorized with black heels and a matching white handbag. Afterward, I applied a touch of blush to my cheeks and a swipe of red lipstick. Upon opening the door, I found him waiting outside, asking, "Are you ready?" “I’m more than ready, Santiago.” He smiled at me, “I like that attitude of yours.” I answered sarcastically, “Oh, me too!” Then h
Beatrice’s POVTWENTY-FOUR HOURS LATER,It's something I never thought would happen. I was marrying someone I didn't know I'd be with. It was my boss, and I found his expression quite flattering; it was almost as if he was trying to tell me something about his feelings for me.Damn! I like him so much that I have to agree to his proposal! In the presence of an overwhelming number of strangers, I clutch the flower firmly in my fingers and fix my gaze on him. He smiled back at me after I smiled at him. "You may now kiss the bride," the priest said. He slowly lifted the veil above my head, and as he looked me in the eyes, he smiled broadly. Next, he lowered his head to plant a kiss on my lips, completely silent. When his lips touched mine, I closed my eyes and stood on my toes as he kissed me deeper. Following that, there was a resounding applause and enthusiastic cheers. As Santiago led me down the aisle, I saw my two younger brothers in the crowd. They looked so proud of me that I
Beatrice’s POV"Are you asking me to marry you? Are you----Are you drunk?" I asked him in a soft voice while looking at him blankly. I don't understand why he would pose such a question to me. This time around, he sounds so desperate.He looked at me with thin lips and then got down on one knee to put the ring on my finger. Everyone in the street looked at us as the center of attention. This time, I couldn't believe that my boss was going to ask me to marry him, and he's not even my boyfriend! What the hell is going on? I asked myself while my heart was pounding like a crazy heart beat. Gosh! This is wild. But he already put the ring on my finger and he didn’t even wait for my answer. “Let’s go.” I glared at him, “I didn’t say yes to you yet!” "But you need to." He took my hand and led me back to his car. "Hey! Not everything that you can get! You can't take that easy on me!" I yelled at him. "I understand that you're not like that. What I really want you to know is that I'm n
Santiago’s POVIt's been over five hours, but I still can't fall asleep because I keep thinking about how many enemies I have in this organization. Despite their friendly demeanor, they all plotted my downfall. I looked at the clock and saw it was three o'clock in the morning. What the heck? I have not yet gone to sleep. I got up, stretched my arms, and let out a soft yawn. I went down the quiet hallway and opened the door to Beatrice's room. She was already asleep. She was sound asleep in my bed, and her face looked like the face of an angel. When I thought about how I kissed her lips the other day, it made me smile softly. That made me feel a little happy, and I forgot how different my world was from hers. I closed the door and went to the couch to close my eyes for a bit. Then, out of nowhere, I awoke with another headache, and a girl was standing before my eyes. She sported a pair of shorts and a white blouse.She smiled and gave me the medicine and a glass of water. "Good morn