Charlotte’s POVIt's been an hour, and we've been fighting like cats and dogs in here, and I can feel the sweat dripping down my temple. Everything in the room and on all the tables has already been broken, but none of us is giving up on the game. Whenever he smiled at me, I put on a fake smile, raised my arms, and showed him my bloody fists. He said, "I guess Liam taught you a lot of karate moves and how to fight. Isn't he a great teacher?" "Well, hell yeah!" I replied. "He's a great teacher..." That's when the curtain flew in my face. When I tried to grab it, Logan moved right in front of me and grabbed me. We both fell onto the bed, and I had my legs around his waist while he was on top of me. Then he whispered, “Well, I’m a great fucker too.” then he tore my dress, and said, “Enough with the fight, Charlotte. I’m not stopping you anymore for the fight tomorrow night, just give me what I want right now….” I whispered back in his ear, “Then what do you want, Logan?” "I want you
Charlotte’s POVAfter our wet sex, I woke up feeling tired, and Logan was hugging me like a precious stone. I couldn't move. I reached for his arm and started to pull away, but he grabbed hold of me and held me close, asking, "Where are you going?" "Go back to sleep." Afterward, he shut his eyes once more, and I got up, put on my dress, and gathered my things from the side table. Before I left the Villa that night, I planted a kiss on his forehead. I headed for the garage, worried that he'd be able to watch my movements if I used the car he'd undoubtedly installed a tracker in so I stepped back, and used the backyard for an escape so that no one would see me living tonight.I was walking in the street, trying to contact Liam. Luckily, he answered my call, and I said, "Please, come and get me; I don't have a car. I don't use the car in the Villa because I know Logan has already put a tracker on in any car in the Villa." Liam replied, "So, where are you right now? Can you go to the mi
Charlotte’s POVFinally, I've made it into the building where the High Table meets, and the other members of the High Table have arrived just in time. Now, they're making their way up to the roof of the building with the highest point so they can witness the fight between Luca and me. I look at myself in the mirror as I put a black band around my knuckles. I look at the scar on my body from the two bullets that almost killed me a year ago. I got angry, and I couldn't calm down while looking in the mirror. I finally broke the mirror with a punch, which made my bloody knuckles bleed again. “What’s happening here—” A strange woman asked. I glanced at her, and she didn’t dare to ask anymore. I cleaned my wounds with hot water, and she said, “So your name is Charlotte, right?” I nod my head. “We’ve been talking about you….a lot.” she said. I asked, “Why?” "Because you are too brave to ask for a match like this," she answered. "You don't want to be hurt as a woman, but here you are
Charlotte’s POVLuca was shocked and stood up with a shocked look on his face. He thought I didn't know anything, so this time he wasn't ready for all of my kicks and punches. After taking a long breath, he blankly stared at me, and he had no defense against my strikes.Now, bruises covered his face, and blood flowed freely from his nostrils. His nose was bleeding, yet he stood there in his expensive suit and roared, "You dare to take the position away from me?! WHY?!" I smirked at him, “Because you don’t deserve it.” He sarcastically asked, “And who deserved it, YOU?” I nod my head, “Yes.” He drew his gun from his pocket and pointed it at me with his eyes shrieking in fury, “But before you can do that, you have to escape from my bullet!” Jokingly, I asked him, "Luca, are you only good with guns? You're pointing your gun at me like I'm going to die right now? Seriously? You don't even have the balls to fight a woman on stage! Well, look, Someone shot me twice in the chest a year
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,