Charlotte's pov Whenever Ava wears that kind of smile, I know she's going to say something related to me being in a relationship. So when she said she wanted to talk, I already knew it was about Eric and that he must have asked her to convince me that he was interested in me. I decided to wait to see the outcome. "Charlotte, can we talk?" Ava asked. "We can talk, but if it's about your uncle having his eyes on me, I'm not interested." "Guess what? Eric came for a different reason." "What reason?" I asked, suddenly becoming interested in what he came for. "It was my dad who called him..." "He called him here for what?" I interrupted. "It's about celebrating his new house. He's with my dad in the living room, discussing the arrangements of the celebration,” Ava said. "How does that concern me?" I asked, and when I said those words, she couldn't say anything. She looked at me as if she had something on her mind. "Can you go on a date with someone? Just one date," she
Charlotte's pov The moment Ava insisted on seeing the message, I realized I had missed the mark, and it wasn't good for me. "Do you really want to see it?" I laughed from the kitchen, assuming she would continue cooking. To my surprise, she turned off the gas burner and followed me. "Do you really want to see it?" I asked again as I headed towards my room. "Yes, I want to see it. Is it bad?" she asked. The more she followed me, the more anxious I became, and she seemed dead serious. I never anticipated this. All I had in mind was that Ava would happily accept the good news, and there was no way or time for me to fake such a message even if I wanted to. When I reached my room, and after a few seconds, she entered and stood in front of me. "Charlotte, can I have your phone?" she asked. That statement caught me off guard once again, and for a few seconds, I looked like someone who had done something very shameful. "It was a call, not a text message," I replied to Ava,
Tyler's pov When my daughter suggested I start with the good news, my mind took me back to where it all began. It was noon, and I was on my way to drop Eric off at his house after discussing the plans for the celebration of my new house. He was partly in charge of organizing the party. Then halfway to his house, Eric said, "Tyler, I never knew Charlotte was so beautiful." "Hmm..." I murmured. "What are your intentions with her?" I didn't even realize I asked that question. It must have slipped out of jealousy and the emotions I was having towards her. "I'm leaving it in Ava's hands. She assured me she would talk to her. Every time I see Charlotte, my heart skips a beat, and since I left your house, she hasn't left my thoughts no matter what I do.” "Can you handle that young lady? I doubt it, Eric. Your personalities are quite different, and I don't think that relationship will last. Besides, Charlotte is very selective..." "That's why I'm asking for your help. Ava told me
Author's pov It was early in the morning, and Brenda was just waking up in her large pink bed. As she stretched to fully awaken, her phone started ringing. She was too tired to answer the call. Slowly, she moved towards the edge of the bed, and by the time she reached the phone, it had stopped ringing. When she looked at the screen, she saw that it was her mom calling. She immediately returned the call, holding the phone to her ear and walking towards the giant mirror in her room. She was wearing a grey nightgown and gently touched her face, trying to feel her skin. Then her mom answered the call, and her voice changed Brenda's thoughts about her facial appearance. "Brenda, how was your night?" her mom asked. "It was fine. Good morning. How was your night?" "What about your dad? I just want to ask." "He's doing great. He's not far from me. Should I give him the phone?" "No, don't give it to him," Brenda said, and there was a pause in their conversation. "Brenda, are yo
Brenda's pov It was Friday morning, a day I had been eagerly anticipating. I couldn't wait to see Harrison again. Yesterday, Danielle accompanied me as we shopped for some beautiful gowns. However, these gowns weren't suitable for wearing to the office. I pondered over what to do. I didn't want to ask my secretary to give Harrison my home address. On the other hand, if I did that, it might seem like an indirect invitation to my house. Plus, if I ended up not liking him anymore, it would be difficult to get him to leave me alone. As the time to leave home approached, my heart started pounding, almost reaching my ribs. I also noticed my breath becoming shallow. "Why am I feeling scared?" I asked myself as I prepared to leave the house. I don't think anything would happen between me and Harrison, I really needed to control my feelings. That morning, I chose to wear a black suit, hoping we could go on a date later in the evening or the next day. That would be the perfect opportuni
Charlotte's pov How lovely and affectionate it would have been to make love with my best friend's dad. I won't deny it. Since I arrived here, he has captured my heart. Just the sight of him arouses me. But the man at the hotel understood my emotions, and that's why I'm going to meet the new love of my life. However, I've noticed some changes between Tyler and me. I started to wonder if it was because Ava told him that I was going to meet the love of my life, which is why he has been distancing himself from me gradually. He used to find joy in visiting my room, especially when I was alone, and he always found ways to hold my hand. But now, he spends more time in his own room, and even when Ava is not around, he no longer comes to my room. I still cherish him, even though I'm going to meet the man I've been hoping for. Since he doesn't come close to me like before, I miss him. At the same time, I try to remind myself that we're not in a romantic relationship so I can control my feel
Author's pov Charlotte felt a jolt of romantic shock when Tyler held her right hand and closed the door. She still had a glass of wine in her hand. As they reached the middle of the sitting room, she asked Tyler, "Can you help me put my hair back? I'm still holding my wine."Tyler stood in front of Charlotte while she smiled, and he tucked her hair behind her face. "Can you please tie it all together at the back?" she requested again. Tyler, without thinking otherwise, moved to her back and tied her hair together. "Is that all?" he asked. "Hmm... for now."Tyler stepped away from her as his phone rang. He reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and answered the call. "Charles... It's been a while. You received my message?" Tyler spoke on the phone as he climbed the stairs to his room. Charlotte was left in the sitting room, watching Tyler walk away. Her facial expression changed, and it was clear she wasn't happy that Tyler had left her in such a mood. Charlotte q
Author's pov Ava rushed to the bed and looked at Charlotte from head to toe, realizing that she was still asleep. "Charlotte!" She tapped her. "What happened to you?" The tapping and Ava's voice woke Charlotte up, and she turned and faced Ava. Her eyes were still sleepy, and she looked a bit scared. Ava hurriedly left the room and went to meet her dad in the kitchen. "Dad, have you seen Charlotte this morning?" Tyler, who was facing a boiling pot, turned and looked at Ava before replying, "I thought she was still sleeping. That's why I decided to quickly prepare breakfast so that she can eat before she travels back." "It seemed like she drank a lot of wine yesterday." "Poor thing!" He sighed. "Please remind her that her flight is taking off at 9 am." Then Ava left the kitchen, and Tyler continued cooking. When Ava returned to Charlotte's room, she found that Charlotte had finally woken up and was now wearing a gown. "Why did you sleep without wearing anything, and
Author’s pov Taylor was very anxious and he was very uncomfortable as things were going. This wasn't what he and Gabriel and the nurse they had already paid had planned. The high ranking doctor wasn't around and no one could administer any drug to Larisa without his approval. When the time was 4pm, Taylor took Gabriel for the third time and they went out. “What's happening? I'm running out of patience. This is not what we planned. Larisa and the baby are doing fine. What are you waiting for?” “I don't think we can do anything now. I guess it will be tomorrow.” “Tomorrow? I overheard the doctor saying that she is strong and she can go home tomorrow. Is this what we planned?” Taylor asked. “Why can't we give her the drug in your house? It will be very easy that time. The nurse we are using will be the one to administer it.” “I am getting the feeling that something is going wrong somewhere.” Taylor said. “Don't have that thinking.” “Why will I not have that thinking? This
Author's pov It’s now nine months later and Larisa had started sensing the sign of giving birth and it started very early in the morning. Then Dylan got up from the bed. “We need to go back to your city.” “Then call your brother that we are coming.”Dylan immediately called Taylor and informed him of their coming. Before now, Taylor had begged Dylan to bring Larisa so that he could sign the birth certificate after she delivers. About two hours after Taylor had finished talking to Dylan, he quickly called Gabriel's phone number."HelloGabriel, the time has come. Larisa is finally coming, but there is a littleproblem." "What's the problem?" Gabriel askedas he sensed Taylor's panic. "I guess Larisa is in labor." "How do you know?" Gabriel asked. "Dylan called me and told me to collect to the airport with an ambulance. It's obvious. What if she gives birth at the plane or airport? Larisa has killed me. The thought out plan is about to be ruined." Taylor and his friend,
Larisa's pov Why wouldn't I continue to love Dylan? Initially, I had my doubts about whether he would accept what I had to tell him. Deep down, it was a test, and he didn't know that I was about to judge him based on his response. From what I gathered from Dylan's parents, he didn't like visiting his hometown. And after he shared with me what Taylor had done to him, I understood why he rarely went there. But because of the love he had for me, he had decided to accompany me to Taylor's house when it’s due for me to give birth. I still remember when Dylan took his phone and called Taylor, saying, "Hi Taylor, I have seen Larisa..." "That's wonderful," Taylor sounded genuinely excited, and Dylan put his phone on speaker mode so that I could hear their conversation clearly. "But she mentioned something that makes it difficult for her to come." "What's that?" Taylor asked eagerly. "She said she can't come alone to your house. Why is she so afraid? Have you ever hit her whe
Larisa’s pov It's been eight hours since Dylan told me about his relationship with Tessy. Now I understand why Dylan hesitated to pursue me, even though he had feelings for me. He was afraid it would seem like payback if he chose me. I can see his concerns clearly. It doesn't mean he doesn't love me, but it would appear calculated and vengeful. If I were the judge in his case with Taylor, I would say Taylor deserves the payback. Why would he act so wickedly? Jealousy! But it's not anyone's fault if he couldn't treat a woman well. Right now, I can't stay with Taylor anymore. It's like those girls he dated who ended the relationship and ran away. It also justifies my decision to escape from his manipulative hostility. As I continued to reflect on every word Dylan said and compared it to his and Taylor's past, I noticed a clear contrast. I couldn't sit on my bed any longer, analyzing my thoughts. My feet urged me to move around the house. Dylan had left for an important appointment,
Dyan’s pov The next day, by coincidence, I called Tessy in the morning and asked her to come to my place at 5 pm. This happened without Taylor's knowledge. However, it sparked Tessy's desire to meet Taylor at the bar at 4 pm, and she kept it a secret from me.At 3:30 pm, Taylor got ready, took a shower, and dressed nicely. As he was about to leave the house, I jokingly said, "Looks like you found someone new." He smiled at me and left in his car. Our dad was wealthy and made sure we had everything we needed.Because Tessy was eager, she arrived at Keans bar before Taylor, who was driving. Taylor called Tessy from his car, asking, "Where are you?" "I'm already inside the bar," she replied. "Please come out," he said when he spotted someone he knew, and that person also knew Tessy as my girlfriend.Tessy came out, wearing a brown dress with black dots on the front. When she saw Taylor's car, she walked closer to it. "Get inside. Come inside," he said quickly, opening the car doo
Dylan’s pov "Quit being envious of what your brother has..." These were the words spoken by my mother when Taylor and I were still very young. She was talking to Taylor, and as a mother, she had noticed our contrasting personalities. She observed that whatever belonged to me always caught Taylor's attention. Taylor was never content with his own possessions and often neglected to take care of them. When we were kids, Taylor had a strong, muscular physique, which gave him an advantage over me when it came to forcefully claiming ownership. In the absence of our parents, he would become domineering, and I would quickly give up what was mine to avoid any physical confrontation. At first, I thought this was normal, but as we entered our teenage years, I realized it was escalating. It felt like I was living in bondage, where the only way to escape was by willingly giving away what was rightfully mine. When our parents were around, he would behave appropriately, and everything I had woul
Author's pov "It's not about whether I read the text, but it's the content of the text and the urgency to talk to you. She called you ten times. I saw her myself. I was the one who opened the door for her when she came to your parents' house when your mom invited me. Your mum even wanted us to get to know each other. She introduced her as your girlfriend and introduced me as Taylor's girlfriend." Larisa paused and looked at Dylan. "Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked. "You've been the one talking," he responded. "Okay, let me ask you the question again. Who is Tessy?"Dylan let out a big sigh and tried to stomp his foot on the floor. "My love, this isn't the right time to tell you about her. It's too early. It's only the second day of your stay here..." "Are you hiding something from me? Don't you know that as women, we don't like secrets in a relationship? We want to know everything about our partner. It gives us a sense of security. Let's be honest with each oth
Author’s pov Dylan was still taken aback by Taylor's sudden appearance and didn't have a moment to go inside and inform Larisa. He tried to gather himself and opened the door, allowing Taylor to enter, assuming Larisa hadn't heard them. "How did you manage to get to New York so early?" Dylan kept his gaze fixed on Taylor as he took a seat on the chair to the right. "Excuse me, let me change my clothes," Dylan quickly said, leaving the living room and heading inside, where he spotted Larisa standing near the door, eavesdropping. "How did he find out I was in New York?" Larisa whispered, her voice hushed. "I don't know, he must have taken the night flight. Stay calm, stay here. Let me go and talk to him. I came here to inform you," Dylan replied, forgetting to change out of his nightwear. His primary intention was to let Larisa know that his brother was around, unaware that she had overheard their conversation.When Dylan returned to the living room, still clad in his nightgow
Larisa’s pov There's no greater feeling than knowing that the mission you're about to take will lead you to see the most enchanting person in your life. That's exactly how I felt when I left Taylor's parents' house, pretending I was going to a nearby grocery store to pick up a few things. The escape was smooth, and neither Tyler nor Charlotte suspected a thing. They trusted me and didn't feel the need to accompany me. What should have been just an hour or two journey took me far away. Dyan had already booked a flight for me. All I had to do was leave the house and make my way to the airport. It was as simple as that. Out of love and affection, I left my clothes and bag behind, not wanting to leave any traces of my departure. What can compare to the bliss of love and laughter? Nothing! Not even the expensive clothes Taylor bought for me. Material possessions can be replaced anytime, but my love for Dyan is irreplaceable. There's nothing sweeter than being forgiven by someone you de