Charlotte’s POVI whispered, “I don’t take it anymore, why?” He reached over and gently touched my thighs and said, "Because I want you to bear my child." I can't believe he said that; he wants to get me pregnant at the worst possible time, and that would throw everything off. I will not let him hurt me, and no one will deter me from finding the truth. "Uh, you know, I'm not ready yet," I said as I stood up and laughed nervously. He got up from the bed, and stared at me from the dark, and he turned on the lamp, and put me on his lap. He asked, “Why?” I answered, “I have told you already, I’m not ready to have a baby.” “Yeah, you’ll be twenty next week…you are too young.” he said, kissing my cheek. “You are still a baby.” “And you will always be my baby,” he whispered, and kissed my neck down to my chest, and I stopped him. “No, no sex for today. I’m tired.” He bit his bottom lip, looked at my lips, kissed them, and then said, "I'm going to take a cold shower. The closer I get
Charlotte’s POV“What are you trying to do, Logan?!” "Honey, we're here to celebrate your birthday, not worry about your gun," he said as he put the gun away. "I'm sorry, but you can't kill me with that. "What? I have no plans to kill you. How could you say that?" I shook my head, bit my bottom lip, and looked at the gun on the table with worry. I jumped up on the table, grabbed the gun with both feet, flipped it over, and then grabbed it with my hand. I then pointed it at him. I looked him straight in the eyes and heard a click on my chest. He said, "If you kill me, I'll kill you." He picked up the gun I dropped and told me, "You need to think about what you're going to do before you act." A sigh went through my throat. "I can't believe I'm stuck on this boring island with you!" "That's right. You have to stay with me for a week." He handed me a towel and said, “Let’s go for a swim, birthday girl.” I rolled my eyes at him, and angrily said, “I hate you!” “Keep hating me, baby
Charlotte’s POVLogan turned his head at me, and when he saw a man pointing a gun at my head, he dropped his gun and raised both hands, telling the man, “Please, let go of her! You want me right? Then take me! Just don’t touch her!” My tears slowly fell on my cheeks as I saw Logan kneeled down just to save myself. What did I do to deserve a man like him who’s willing to sacrifice himself for me?The man said, “Get down.” he pushed me on the ground, and my eyes widened as he was about to shoot my head. I closed my eyes in fear, and heard a few gun shots in the area. Logan pulled me up by the hand and said, "Charlotte, calm down. You are safe, baby. You are safe!" he embraced me tightly.We went inside the house and looked for something, but it was not over yet; a group of people was coming in to find us.He took my hand and led me to the back door. As we walked there, we kept quiet. "Just hold me so tight, okay?" he asked as he put the hat on my head. He grabbed a big motorcycle and
Charlotte’s POVAfter washing up in the lake, I frowned at Logan, who was looking at me the whole time. Then he heard someone coming, he got up and looked around. "Hide," he told me as he ran toward me. Logan stopped the enemy's big bike, threw the man off his bike with his strong arm, and asked, "Who...sent you here?!" He laughed and said, "You're such a fool if you didn't know who!" then he disrespectfully spat in Logan's face. He took the gun from the man and shot him in the head right in front of me. I dropped my head and closed my eyes tight. Logan picked up the man's phone, then walked over to me and immediately called someone. "Yes, I need to talk to Ricardo." He looked at me and said, "Ricardo, I need help. Yes, we are on this new island, and things seem to be getting worse. Send back up as soon as possible.” After that, he hung up the phone and put it in his pocket. Then I asked, "Do we have to stay hidden here until you come to save us?" He shook his head and said, "N
Charlotte’s POVI'm lost for words because all I could think about was him. I put Logan's head between my legs and he fell asleep peacefully. I felt bad for him because he tried to keep me safe today and put his life in danger rather than me.I stroked his head, and stared at his gorgeous face, and traced every part of his face, then planted soft kisses on his forehead, whispering, “I love you…” yes, I love this man—a lot. He opened his eyes, “I heard you.” I laughed, “Can you just close your eyes, and sleep? Or you’re just pretending that you’re sleeping so that you could hear me.” He touched my hand, and opened his sleepy eyes, “I love hearing your voice, honey. I love you for who you are, and I don’t care if you’re Fabian’s daughter. You are mine.” And that made me bite my lower lip, and dipped down to kiss his lips tenderly, he whispered, “Happy birthday….” I giggled as he said that. “You’re funny.” He replied, “You’re beautiful.” After a few hours, we arrived back in New Y
Charlotte’s POV“Who the fuck are you?!” I asked in rage, glaring at him with my sharp eyes. He drew his gun and showed it to me, and smiled evilly, “I can kill you right now if I want to.” He was 6 feet tall, and much taller than me because I’m only 5’4 and I looked like a minion in front of him. He has a dragon tattoo on his shoulder , and his black eyebrows draw together as he stares at me closely, “Sit if you don’t want to die.” I sat on the sofa, and crossed my legs while staring at him, “Then what do you want from me?” He sat in front of me, and smiled, “I want you to stay away from the investigation, don’t investigate a lot about what happened in the past, or this could be your end!” "Why are you telling me this?" I grabbed my shoes to throw them at him, then tried to run away.I was about to run away when he grabbed my dress and tore it by mistake. I looked at him disgustedly and sternly said, "Pervert!" “What? Why would I be a pervert?!” He closed the door again, and lo
Charlotte’s POVHe put my head down and grabbed the killer's gun. He then tried to kill the killer right away. When the elevator door opened, a group of guys with guns pointed at us. Logan grabbed my hand and pulled me away from them. We ran downstairs, and he called someone on the phone, "We need backup!" After a few minutes, we heard a lot of gunshots inside the building. There were bullet holes in every part of the room. I think Logan's men came to save us. Logan was breathing hard because his wound wasn't getting better yet. With his hand on my shoulder, he led me downstairs. When we got to the exit, I saw him fall and pass out. His men dragged him outside the building and shoved his unconscious body at the backseat. I put the seatbelt on his body, tapped the side of his face lightly, and asked, "Logan?" He opened his eyes, but he was too tired to speak, and he was really bleeding this time. “Logan? Hey, are we heading to the hospital right now?” I asked the driver. The driver
Charlotte’s POV"Charlotte!" Logan's scary voice was trying to stop me, but I didn't want to live this way any longer. All the sad memories that were making me cry kept coming back to me when I said, "I want to end this suffering." Suddenly it began to rain heavily, so I went to the shed and grabbed a motorcycle to go as fast as I could without being stopped. I can't stand it when others pry into my mind and act as if they know how the wheels of my existence are supposed to turn. I don't remember where I was going, but I know I want to get away from them and cry until I don't feel anything anymore. Why does no one get what I'm going through? I don't understand why they can't help me in this case. Then It hit me that I'm on my own and nobody else cares enough to join the fight. I took a deep breath. Then a fast-moving car with loud tires hit me, which is why I lost my brakes and fell to the ground more than once. The man in the car got out, and I slowly opened my eyes but It was al
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