Charlotte's pov There is always a new feeling when entering one's town. That's how I felt when the plane announced our arrival and a few minutes later, began descending. This place is where I was born, where I grew up, where I found love, and where my heart was unexpectedly shattered. But thankfully, I also discovered love in an unusual place, a hotel - a place of self-discovery, where true love found me. I knew that as soon as I stepped off the plane, my mum wouldn't be far away. She must be waiting for me in the waiting hall or in her car. I had already texted her when my plane took off for the three-hour journey. The moment I grabbed my bag, the first person I called on the phone was my mum. "Hi Mum, I have arrived." "Better!" That was the first thing she said. I was surprised and asked, "What does that word mean?" "Better in the sense that your tone of voice is different from when you left many weeks ago." "What does that mean, Mum?" "It means you must have achieved
Charlotte's pov "I'm sorry, your mum didn't tell you?" Harry said, and before I knew it, he knelt down on one knee, and tears started streaming down his face. I couldn't contain my anger, and it suddenly changed my voice. Harry thought his condition was the reason for what happened, so he asked, reaching out to touch my chest, "My mother? To do what?"Feeling betrayed in that moment, everything happened so quickly that he noticed the sorrow in my tone. I turned and went inside, with only one thought in mind: my mum must have informed Harry that I would be coming today. I went straight to my mum's door and knocked twice. Even before she came out, I was shaking my head. As soon as she came out of her room, I said, "Thank you so much. You set me up?" I couldn't look at her face and turned to go down to my room, and she immediately followed behind me. "Charlotte! Charlotte!" she called, but I didn't stop. When I was about to enter my room, I paused and said to her, "Go and meet
Charlotte's pov If I remember correctly, I started getting ready to go to King's Royal Hotel at 2 pm. I took a shower and deliberately spent more time bathing, hoping to make the day go by faster. Now I know that time really drags when you're waiting for something. I sat down at my makeup chair and meticulously applied makeup to every part of my face until I achieved the desired look. I decided to tie my hair up in a ponytail. Why am I so focused on my appearance? This man won't even be able to see me. But I was determined to get his phone number and name so we could meet after tonight. Another thing that bothered me was that it had been a while since I had been intimate, and it felt like my body was missing something essential. Something that I wanted only this man at the hotel to give me. About two hours later, my mum came to my room, dressed up to meet her boyfriend. "How do I look?" She turned around, waiting for my compliment. "You look gorgeous!" I said. She was wearin
Charlotte's pov The first thing I noticed about the male voice entering the door was that it sounded very familiar, like one I had heard before. But I quickly dismissed it as a mix of emotions. Then the voice asked again, this time after closing the door, "Can I come closer?" He sought my approval to approach me. The faint light at the far end cast a slight shadow on me, but it wasn't bright enough to reveal my face or the clothes I was wearing. "Yes...s," I replied. "Sweetheart, I was here about thirty minutes ago, and I thought you might not make it." Now he was very close, holding my fingers. I was about to say something when he gently placed his hand over my mouth and said, "You don't need to apologize. Your memory was the strongest feeling I have ever had..." At this point, I couldn't hold back anymore. Deep down in my heart, I knew who was speaking, and joy overflowed as I said, "Tyler?" When I called his name, he was shocked and immediately removed his hand from m
Ella's pov My life has been a difficult journey that I never wanted to share with anyone, especially my daughter Charlotte. I've always been afraid of burdening her with the trauma I've managed to overcome over the years. So, all this time, I've only given her a fabricated version of my story. She grew up believing that her dad and I separated early in our marriage and that was what I told her. That was a huge lie, but I thought it was better for her mental well-being when she was young. I didn't think she could handle the harsh truth about my life and what I have passed through. If only I had known, I wouldn't have displayed that old picture on my bedroom wall. It's the source of all these issues. Charlotte has never been sad or felt hungry for her father's presence. But when she asked me how she was conceived, I knew it was time to reveal the truth to her. At first, I hesitated and didn't want to disclose what I had been hiding. "My dear, can we talk about this when you're in
Charlotte's pov Why do I lose myself whenever I see anything related to Tyler? Just a message from him and my legs, fingertips and heart would start trembling. I used to think that once I had made love with him for once, it would be over, but it seemed like it was just the beginning of my feelings for him. The next day, after Tyler and I slept together, it became a struggle. Everyone seemed interested in knowing who I had been with. My mom, on one end, wanted to know about my new man. She even wanted to read Tyler's apology letter if my new assumed boyfriend had broken my trust and love. She was so curious about it that I had to make up a story that wasn't true, and she still had her eyes on me before she left with her boyfriend. I could recall Ava calling me again after I mistook her for her dad and spoke angrily to her on the phone. "Charlotte, how was it? Isn't he the one?" Ava asked. "Ava, please, no. He's not the one," I replied. I didn't understand why Ava started laughi
Author's pov It was in the evening and Luke was in his house and he was about to enter the bathroom when he heard the sound of a car. No one had called him that he or she was coming to visit him. Filled with curiosity, he came out of his room and went to the sitting room, then from its window, he looked through and saw that it was one of his close friends Martins who had come. Instantly, he went to the main door and opened it. Martins was still about to come out of his car when Luke opened the door and stood at the door ro wait for his friend. “Martins…,” he called his name and there was a big bottle of wine in his hand. From the look of things, Martins was a bit drunk, but he could still control himself. Martins ignored his greeting and walked closer to him and said, “I thought you traveled. Let's go into the car. What's happening to you? I don't see you in the club any longer. Don't tell me you are cooling off.” “I…I came,” he smiled and stammered and was smiling beneath it
Charlotte's pov The moment I saw Tyler standing in front of the door, I froze and it was as if I did something and I was caught and had nowhere to run to. I couldn't close the door and his right hand was at his back. I didn't know how I did it. We were both looking at each other and he took his eyes away from me in a second and as he blinked and looked at me, I was gone. I swiftly entered my room and the door was closed. I guess he thought my mum was around and I sensed he stayed in the sitting room for a while and a few seconds later, I heard him calling my name. “Charlotte! Charlotte!!” He called and I didn't know what came over me and I came close to my door and stayed there to listen to his voice and my foot mistakenly hit my door and he immediately knew where I was and walked towards that door and it was my room. “Charlotte, I know this might be strange to your ears. First of all I am completely grounded. There is nothing I could do right now if I don't have peace with yo
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