The party had begun in the large room of the company. Everyone was waiting for the arrival of the CEO, and the ladies were murmuring among themselves.“When is the CEO arriving? Daliah said she saw the CEO going into the elevator, and he was incredibly handsome,” one of the ladies mumbled. “They even locked eyes, but she refused to tell us what color his eyes were.”Daliah stood in the corner proudly, having deceived the others into believing she had seen the CEO’s face.“He already has an assistant, and Daliah said she was ugly. It’s like he hired her to keep his professionalism intact.”The murmurs continued until the large door finally opened. Everyone stopped talking, their gaze turning to the door with curiosity. They couldn’t wait to see the new CEO who would take over the company.Rues was the first to walk in, holding a file in his hand as he adjusted his glasses.“That’s just Rues,” Daliah muttered. “The CEO has dark, silky black hair.”Just then, Charlotte walked into the ro
The sound of her phone ringing caught her attention yet again. Charlotte glanced at the phone sitting on her desk, a frown forming when she saw who it was—Milton.“What does he want?” she muttered, irritation creeping into her voice. “Calling me like I owe him something.”She was in her office, going through files that outlined everything she needed to know about the company. Connor sat next to her, while Rues was across from them. Connor’s eyes flicked to the screen as it rang, but Charlotte ignored the call and continued reading.“There will be a party in three days,” Rues announced. “It’s not like other business parties. It’s a chance for you to meet the CEOs of the companies we’ve partnered with and receive invites from other companies as well.”Charlotte’s stomach churned. She had always disliked parties, and this one would force her to introduce herself by her real identity and stay in the spotlight. The thought terrified her.“There are a few companies that have reached out to
"How dare she hang up on me!" Milton yelled, nearly throwing his phone across the room before Olivia stopped him.He couldn’t believe it—Charlotte had never hung up on him before, but now she had done it without a shred of remorse.Olivia gently took the phone from his hand. "Calm down. I don’t understand why you’re so mad. She only said those things because she was angry at me for waking up.""We're divorced, Olivia," he responded, his voice tight with anger. "She has no right to speak to you like that. You're her sister, but she’s always been mean to you."He looked away, and a sneer of satisfaction crossed Olivia’s face. Now that Milton had brought up their relationship as sisters, she saw her chance to say what she had been holding back."Charlotte didn’t come home last night," Olivia began, feigning concern. "I wonder who she’s staying with now. At the store, she was with three men. They even bought out the whole store just so I couldn’t buy anything."Milton's head snapped towar
“How was work today?” Luther asked as soon as Charlotte walked into the house.It was already evening, and they were all home.Her brothers were seated on the couch. Ralph had a book in his hand, Earl was using a laptop, Carl had a plate of sliced apples, and Luther looked at her with his arms folded.“Good. I met Ruan today, and he’s a great assistant,” she answered. “Hello, brothers.”They all looked up at her, each of them smiling.“Welcome home.”“Welcome.”“Anything for me?”Carl stood up and walked with her as she headed for the stairs.“I’ll come back downstairs after I’ve showered,” she informed them. “And I’m starving too.”“Okay!” her brothers called after her. “Don’t be late.”Sighing, she turned to Carl, who was walking right next to her. “Do you have something to say to me?”He nodded, holding out the plate of apples for her to take. “Apples?”She paused, picked up one of the apple slices with a fork, and popped it into her mouth. The taste filled her senses, and she smil
Ralph glared at Connor as soon as the words left his lips. “I thought I told you she was out of reach and that you shouldn’t ask her out.”Charlotte stared at her brother. “Come on, Ralph. It’s only dinner, and besides, I haven’t had the chance to look around the city.”Connor was grinning at Ralph while Ralph was glaring back at him. Charlotte wondered why they were at each other's throats when they were supposed to be best friends.“Why are you so worked up, Ralph?” Earl questioned. “Charl can be friends with your friends. Shouldn’t you be happy that she’s going out with someone you grew up with and know so well?”Ralph frowned. “Hell no. Connor shouldn’t be taking my little sister out to dinner. We could all eat here.”Charlotte chuckled. “It’s only dinner. We’ll be back soon.” She ushered Connor out of the house and shut the door before Ralph could complain.Ralph looked like a mini-dad, and he was so cute acting like that. Connor glanced at her as they reached his car, a sly smil
Milton’s teeth gritted as he heard Connor’s words. “What the hell are you talking about? She is my wife!”“Ex-wife,” Connor corrected. “You two are divorced, and don’t you feel bad calling your ex-wife 'wife' in front of your girlfriend?”My eyes darted to Olivia, who was glaring at me. Just as Connor had said, she was probably pissed that Milton had called me his wife. I have to admit, I was pissed too.How dare he call me his wife after completely ditching me and choosing someone else? We are divorced, and he has no right to call me that.“What does it have to do with you?” Milton demanded. “How dare she say all of those things about me?”Charlotte held onto Connor’s shirt and tugged it. He looked down at her, and she arched her brows. “Don’t let him get close to me. I don’t want his filthy hands on me.”Milton glared at her. “Charlotte!”Connor nodded and glanced at Milton. “You heard her. You two aren’t an item anymore. So, we’ll make our order and take our seats.”Milton's teeth
Charlotte stood in the kitchen, she was making her husband's favorite dish since it was their third anniversary. She texted him and asked him to come back home, so she was in a hurry to be done cooking before he came back.She hoped that he had read the text or at least remembered the anniversary, she hoped it wouldn’t be the same as the previous years. The sound of the kitchen door opening interrupted her thoughts. Assuming it was the maid, she called out, “I can handle the dishes myself. There’s no need to help me.” She spun around to find her husband standing there instead. “Milton?”Milton’s glare was colder and more pronounced than ever before. “Sign it,” he ordered, his voice devoid of warmth as he handed her a sheet of paper. “We are getting divorced, Charlotte.”Confused, Charlotte dropped the spoon she was holding and took the papers from him. Reading the words "Divorce Agreement," she shook her head in disbelief. “Milton, what is this? This must be a joke, right? We can’t g
Milton carried Olivia into the house, her hand wrapped around his shoulder. Getting into the house, he was expecting to see Charlotte in the house. He was waiting for her to come out and perhaps plead with him not to divorce.“I heard my elder sister is married to you,” Oliva muttered, her gaze focused on him. “Why don’t I see her anywhere?”He set her on the couch. “I already offered her the divorce papers, that Vixen has no place here after what she did to you.”A pitiful look appeared on Olivia’s face. “It’s all my fault that you had to divorce Charlotte. If I didn’t wake up, you both would still be together. If I had died like she wanted me to, this wouldn’t have happened…”“Pull yourself together Olivia. This has nothing to do with you, she got what she deserved…”“But…”“No buts.” He chimed in. “Forget about her. I will check if she is still home and if she is, I will make her sign the papers.”Olivia nodded. “What do you want to eat? I will ask the maids to make it for you.”“