Charlotte’s POVI walked down the hall and knocked on Casey's door, "Are you there?" "Come in." She opened the door, and my eyes landed on her dirty white pajamas with a red stain. I saw a lot of empty wine bottles on the floor, and she looked like she was in a mess. I had never seen her like this before, and my mouth dropped open as I asked, "So what happened to you?" She bit her nails, and drank the last glass of wine, and said, “My mother wants me to date Logan…” I frowned, “Logan? Who?” She looked at me worried and said, "You know how much I love my singing career. The arts are also my life. I don't want to get married, and I don't want one guy to ruin our friendship." My lips quiver as I realized what she meant, “Do you mean, Logan? My ex-husband?” I took her hand and gave her a friendly smile. "Well, if you want to date my ex-husband, that's fine with me. The issue is that...You don't know anything about that guy, but he's a living red flag. You might have seen him as a b
Charlotte’s POV"No, I'm not sure..." I said softly between gasping breaths, and I couldn't stop thinking about who saved me from almost being shot by Miguel."It could have been Logan. We know that guy. He's keeping an eye on you, so he can do whatever he wants because he knows you're safe." Luca said this while driving and keeping his sharp eyes on the road. "Why would he try to protect me? I had the feeling that he no longer wanted me. Just today, I found out that he was going out with my best friend. How could he treat me like this?" I breathed heavily, but my mind was mixed up with many complicated things. My adoptive father, who brought me up in pain, came to kill me today, but he failed. I wonder if his sins are so bad that he might meet Satan now. “Are you fucking kidding me? Of course, you’ll have to do something about that.” Luca sneered. I nod my head, “Yes, I did. I tried to stop my best friend, and she believed in me.” "You're right." He clapped his hands and pushed
Charlotte’s POVMy father looked at me and stared at me for a long time, but he couldn't decide if he would let Logan talk to me. Then he took a deep breath and looked at Logan with a cold stare. "Okay, you can talk to her." Logan asked, “And how about—” Father cut him off, and said, “I can’t decide what my daughter wants. You can talk to her, but being your wife again, I can’t decide. It’s all Charlotte’s decision.” Logan nodded his head like he was negotiating something with my father, and I walked towards him and everyone left the terrace. Logan stared at me from head to toe, like he wanted to touch me, and asked if I was okay. I raised an eyebrow, “What do you want to talk about?” He slowly breathed in and out as he got ready to say, "I just realized that I would regret losing you forever if I lost you today. I still care about you, Charlotte."It would have been funny to make fun of him for coming here and saying stupid things, but I can't. It breaks my heart that he hurt me
Charlotte’s POV“Stop laughing!” I close my mouth and smile at her again. "Luzia, I'll see you around. Don't worry, I'm not interested in your kid. No way would my dad ever murder him."I left her speechless and sneaked out to the backyard, where I saw no security guards. I was still looking for the treehouse. Luca then jumped out from behind me and scared me. I jumped to my feet and grabbed his collar, telling him, "Don't do that again!" As his face came close to mine, he took a deep breath, and I bit my bottom lip as I struggled to release his collar. "So where's the treehouse?" I asked as I turned away from him."Come, over here." He grabbed my hand and ran with me to the garden. I felt like I was a teenager again, and Luca was the king of mysterious but funny. "So this is it?" I asked with a sour face. When I looked up, I saw that the treehouse was made of beautiful native wood. Suddenly, he extended his hand and helped me climb above the treehouse. "Thanks, but I can do it,"
Charlotte’s POVOn our dinner night, I wore a red curvy dress. I had just arrived at the restaurant, and I could see that there were no other people there. I only saw Logan sitting in the corner and looking through his phone. When he sensed I was coming, he put down his phone, stood up, and stared at me from head to toe. He smiled seductively and said, "Sit...Sit with me." He was about to offer me a chair, but I touched his wrist and pushed him to sit on his chair.“Where do you want me to sit, Logan?” He smiled widely at me and playfully said, “In my lap?” I looked down at his lap and bit my lower lip, “Okay then.” He was unprepared for my next move, and I really sat on his lap, making him uncomfortable. He whispered, “Are you really doing this?” I asked him back, “You don’t like it?” “No, I mean…why do you have to provoke me, Charlotte?” I softly smiled at him, “Provoke?” “Yeah.” The waiter came in, and he was a little uncomfortable seeing me sitting on Logan’s lap. He lower
Charlotte’s POV"Your dad wants to talk to you," Luca told me as he gave me the phone from one of his conversations with my dad. I gave him the stink eye, shook my head, and said in a low voice, "Tell him I'm sleeping." "Fabian, she's sleeping," Luca told him. I heard my dad say, "Luca, I can tell she's not sleeping. Give it to her!" I took the phone from Luca's hand and said with a sleepy voice, "Yes?" "What happened tonight won't happen again!" He clarified. I replied, "And I'm not six years old anymore, so I know what I'm doing. Since I'll be twenty next month, what's the point of telling me I can't do the things I have plans for?" He heaved heavily and said, "Okay, but tell Luca your plan, okay? Charlotte, you know Logan will not let this pass. He's going to hurt you." My dad asked me, "Charlotte, do you promise me you won't do anything wrong that will put yourself in danger?" I bit my lower lip as I thought about Logan's nose blazing angrily tonight because his clubs were
Charlotte’s POVI sprinted downstairs, I opened the grand door and saw that all the cars inside the Villa were exploding one by one. While I fixed my gaze on the raging flames, I gritted my teeth, and everyone else raised their heads and peered around to see if they could spot the invader. Everyone stopped when a fast sports car pulled over in front of us. That's when I grabbed the gun from the corner and sighed nervously. The man who had just gotten out of his neon car got a sharp look from me. He smiled and asked, "Are you enjoying this kind of war, Charlotte?" I playfully smile at him and walk up to him with my gun. He widens his eyes as I point the gun at his head. I'm only a few inches away from him, but I could feel the strain between us. I smiled and said, "Yes, I really enjoyed it, Logan." Logan was about to say something, but his face showed worry as I worked out how to handle my gun, and he pursed his lips in anger. "Charlotte, please put down the weapon. Clearly, you hav
Charlotte’s POVI hit him in the face and tried to run away, but my sprained ankle can’t even walk properly, and he followed me with a grin. "See? You can't even walk straight." “Go away, Logan!” I screamed at him. “Why are you so aggressive to me? I don’t like it.” He said, winking at me. "You will always be my enemy, I can't change that! I should have paid attention to what my dad said and stayed away from you! You only caused me trouble!" I am saying this while lying on my back against the tree. He leaned in close to me and put his hand on my cheek. “You are the only one chasing me, Charlotte! I’m done with you already, but you are still chasing like you still want my attention. You got my attention now, and now what?” I looked at him with clenched teeth and the need to push him away, but I restrained myself. I wish I could stay this close to him till he lowered his head and his lips brushed mine. I was about to say something, but he said, "Close your eyes...." I closed my ey
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