Charlotte’s POV“Logan what’s going on?” I asked him as he drove the car away from the Villa. Then as his eyes were focused on driving, the silence between us was even louder. I kept glancing at him, but his mind was so full of entangled thoughts that he couldn’t tell me what it was. His eyes whetted, and the force he gripped the wheel made it seem like it might snap at any moment. I reached out and touched his shoulder, saying, "You need to calm down or we both die!" When he saw that Cedric's car was following us, he looked at me with guilty eyes and grunted. "This scumbag jerk again! What the hell did he want from me?" He stopped the car in the middle of the road. Then, he got out of his car with a gun and pointed it at Cedric. I had trouble breathing when I saw how angry Logan looked. He asked Cedric calmly but threateningly, "What are you trying to do? To stop me? To win her heart? Well, you should know that Charlotte will always pick me over you. If she didn't want me, she wo
Charlotte’s POVI was sitting at my desk when the door to my office opened. I looked down and saw a pair of red heels on the floor. When I looked up, Samantha had barged in and looked around as if she didn't like what she saw. Then she looked at me disgusted and said, "I just don't understand why my brother would give money to someone like you! You really turned me off, chick. Did he give you money because you work for him? slave to bed, right?" "You could have asked your brother. I don't know why he's doing this for me either. But it's in my name and it's my dream to own a fancy diner like this one. Samantha, your brother is not kidding at all. He really bought me this." I smiled sweetly, and that made her lips purse in anger."You! You'd better shut up, you bitch! He bought this place for you with the money that comes from our family. Tell me how much you want so you'll stop bothering my brother. I don't want him to be in danger because of you. You are the devil's daughter—" I int
Charlotte’s POVHe put his hand on my mouth while he was pumping me in and out, and the person outside said, “It’s me…Ricardo.” It was Ricardo. This man, again, always ends up trying to interrupt our sex session. I stood up with trembling knees, and wet pussy, then went upstairs. Logan wiped himself and put his clothes on, then he opened the door. He asked Ricardo, “What’s the matter?!” "The club was raided, and Amanda is currently speaking with law enforcement officials. They want to know who the proprietor of the long-running brothels is. Amanda was unwilling to discuss the facts, but I'm concerned that she'll start singing soon.".Ricard stated. Logan exhaled fiercely and then proceeded to the upper floor to say goodbye to me. "I have to go, there's an emergency," “Okay, take care of yourself.” I waited until they left the home before locking the door and going upstairs to shower quickly. Immediately following a quick shower, I checked my phone and discovered that I had missed
Charlotte’s POV“What are you trying to say? I’m marrying your brother—-and that’s the plan.” I avoided looking him in the eyes and walked away from him. Then I put all my items at the cashier, and after I paid for that, I went outside with everything I had purchased. I saw Cedric smiled at me and offered, “I can take you home, Charlotte.” I tried to get away from him by walking as quickly as I could and staying out of his way, but he was always right behind me, so I eventually turned around to face him and said. "No problem, I'll just go home by myself. You do no need to be concerned about me; instead, you should be concerned about Casey and apologize for everything you have done to hurt her."Cedric was tired of hearing what I had to say, so he replied with a blank face. "Why do you worry about her so much? She no longer cares about you because she cares more about me than you. That is, you were never friends with her." I didn't listen to what he said and went to find a taxi. The
Charlotte’s POVI awoke in the middle of the night and walked downstairs, then I received a text message from Casey. “I’m sorry. Hope we can talk tomorrow. Same place.”I put the glass on the sink with a sigh, but I’m not ready to face Casey again. She hurt me by blaming everything to me. I placed my phone on the kitchen counter and headed upstairs. Then I saw Logan sleeping so peacefully on the couch, and I slowly walked towards him. I was staring at him for a minute. Then when I was about to go, he held my hand, and asked, “Where are you going? Stay….” I sat on the couch with him, and hugged him with a sighed, “Sorry if I let you sleep tonight in here, I was so mad that you were with Marga.” “Nothing happened with me and Marga, okay? When I was drinking with my associates, I was thinking of you all the time.” Logan said and he kissed my lips softly. Because I was so guilty of what I did to him, I kneeled down, and take his dick, rubbed it on my face, and he moaned softly. “Baby,
Charlotte’s POVToday is the day I'll finally meet my real father. What would happen if we both looked into each other's eyes and he didn't recognize me? I was confused, scared, and nervous all at the same time.I called my friend, Casey, to attend my wedding today, and some people that were close to my heart. They all agreed to me because the wedding was so rushed, and not everyone would think that today is the wedding. Logan told me if the wedding was planned, someone would love to sabotage it—especially Samantha and Cedric.I smiled at my reflection in the mirror as the makeup artist finished putting makeup on me because, in an hour, the ceremony would get started. They went to the reception already while I was here in my room with my hand trembling so badly because I didn’t expect that I would be married to Logan just to get what we want. I want to meet my Dad, and he would love to get revenge on my Dad by marrying me.It sounds so selfish. “Miss Charlotte, the car is ready outs
Charlotte’s POV"My dad is meeting us tonight, right?" I asked with a mix of worry, anxiety, and a palpitating heart from the anticipation of seeing my father again.I get out of bed and grab my blanket. I look at Logan, who looks like he's not ready to see my dad tonight. So I asked with confusion, "What's wrong with you? Isn't this what you want? You want to get back at him, and you're using me to do it." He cut me off and said, "I am not using you, Charlotte!" “W-What?” I gasped and didn’t look at him. “It’s okay, I’m not forcing you to like me…like a lot.” “I….I like you.” It’s more like a whisper, but I can hear it loud and clear. I grabbed his neck, and kissed his lips, then tears streamed down on my cheeks. "What's wrong with you?" He looked at my teary eyes, then at the rest of my face, and then back to my eyes. "I just have a bad feeling..." He kissed my head and said, "Trust me, everything will be fine. Just promise me that you will always do what's best for you, no m
Charlotte’s POVMy father played with his gun and smiled evilly. "I think you knew why I was doing this! I've come to get what's mine. The woman you married was my long-lost daughter!" I looked at Logan with utter disbelief and the same uneasiness I felt in my chest. I saw them all aiming their weapons towards the man I loved, and then I suddenly felt helpless. I took a step forward and immediately turned my attention to my father. While desperately pleading with them, tears suddenly started falling down my cheeks. "Please....don't hurt him." "Daughter, I know I've wasted a lot of time not being with you, but don't waste your life because of this man! Come with me, and I'll tell you all you want to know about who you are." I rolled my eyes irritatingly, “Don’t call me your daughter! You have no right to call me that.” He didn't listen to what I said and told his men, "Get her in the car and you...you watch this man!" Then he looked at Logan and said, "You know that if you did some
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