But then, she had overheard Zac’s conversation that very same night. She was just Wendy’s replacement.Pulling herself from her thoughts, Charlotte refocused and looked at Monica. “Don’t worry. I’ll be leaving for my hometown in a couple of days and won’t be coming back.” Monica hadn’t expected
A year ago, Sophie had gone through a rough breakup. Her ex had handed her an itemized bill, demanding repayment. According to him, he had sent her over $10,000 over their two-year relationship. When Sophie refused to pay, he sued her. Desperate, she came to the law firm for help. That day, al
*Charlotte wandered the streets aimlessly after leaving the law firm. Night had fallen, and the city lights flickered on, illuminating the streets in a soft glow. The evening breeze rustled through the treetops, whispering against the quiet hum of the city. A wave of loneliness washed over her.
Charlotte woke up naturally on her own—no alarms, no rush. When she opened her eyes, it was already ten in the morning.Stretching lazily, she let out a content sigh. “Ah—nothing beats a morning without work.” She climbed out of bed, freshened up, and headed downstairs for breakfast. Mrs. Zimmer
“Right? She’s not even in the same league as us. Zac was just messing around. Now that Wendy’s back, it’s time for Charlotte to pack up and leave.” Charlotte felt nothing. She knew exactly why Wendy had sent that video—part of it was to stake her claim, the other part was to humiliate her, to ru
Charlotte called Sean, and he picked up almost instantly, his voice gentle. “Lottie, do you like the dresses?” “Yes.” Charlotte nodded. “Which one do you think looks best?” On the other end, Sean chuckled, his tone indulgent. “Didn’t I already say you should just get them all? I had my assista
She had also mentioned countless times the places she wanted to visit. Zac never cared. The trips she had dreamed of taking with him two years ago? They were still just dreams. So this was what it felt like to be truly cared for. Charlotte no longer hesitated. She gave Sean the address to Za
The Bentley Continental GT in Glacier Blue was absolutely stunning. Its unique color caught Charlotte’s eye instantly. She loved it. A sharply dressed man stepped out of the car, handing her the keys with a respectful nod. “Miss Riley, this is a gift from Mr. Jasper.” Charlotte took the keys,
Sean and Charlotte were walking close, chatting and laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world.Zac muttered under his breath, “Out of the hospital already? Tough guy.”Eugene guessed the man beside Charlotte had to be her fiancé.Before he could say anything, Zac opened the car door and ste
Lately, Zac had been running around nonstop trying to secure investors.Most of the businesses in Jersey City weren’t even considering putting money into the Gibson Corporation, so he had no choice but to look elsewhere. He had been spending more time in hotels and on airplanes than anywhere else.T
Charlotte wasn’t ready to let it go. “There’s no rough timeline? Not even a guess?”“If I had to say,” Sean replied, “probably when you were in high school. That time Eric Lee was bothering you. I punched him, and that’s when it hit me. I realized there was something different about how I felt about
Zac’s words echoed in Charlotte’s mind like a curse, refusing to let her rest. They kept swirling in her head, leaving her distracted and uneasy.So much so that when she visited Sean at the hospital the next day, she looked completely lost in thought.“Lottie, what’s on your mind?” Sean asked.Her
“Yes, Mrs. Jasper,” Charlotte replied.Lillian turned to Sean. “Did you eat enough? I brought all your favorites. Do you want a little more?”Sean shook his head with a soft smile. “No need. Lottie made lunch herself. It was perfect and I finished every bite.”Lillian’s face lit up with a warm, moth
By the time Sean snapped out of his daze, he saw that the tray table in front of him was already filled with a plate of sautéed greens, tender poached beef, fluffy white rice, and a bowl of homemade soup“You made all this?” he asked with a soft smile. “What kind of soup is it?”“Chicken soup,” Char
Sean’s lips, still pale as paper, curved into a faint smile. “Alright. I promise.”Not long after James and Lillian stepped out of the ICU, James’s phone rang. The voice on the other end was sharp with urgency.“Mr. Jasper—bad news. Something’s happened!”At the detention center, Judy claimed she wa
Charlotte had been worried sick all afternoon. Now that Sean was finally out of danger, she just wanted to see him.After all, he had taken that knife for her.“Let’s go. You’re coming home with me,” Desmond said sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.But Charlotte shook her head, her eyes
Charlotte lowered her head. “It was all my fault.”Lillian turned to her sharply. “What do you mean by that?”Charlotte took a deep breath and explained everything from the rooftop—every detail, every decision.Mrs. Jasper Sr.’s expression darkened. “So Sean took that knife for you?”Charlotte’s lip