All Chapters of The Lady And The Billionaire Scoundrel: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Charlotte and Logan exchanged a skeptical glance.  “Mrs. Vazquez, why do you think he did it?” “María gave your wife his number because she wanted a gardener for that new place of hers. But that man was not just a gardener. He was in the drug and gun business,” Mrs. Vazquez said, lowering her voice.  “Is there anyone else here?” Logan asked. “No, just me,” Mrs. Vazquez said. “María just got so angry at me whenever I talked to her about him that I still find myself whispering when I talk about him.”  She stifled a sob and slowly rose from the couch.  “I need a few minutes,” she said, wiping her eyes with her sleeve and heading down a hallway next to the st

Charlotte called Detective Fontaine twice throughout the morning, but was told to call again an hour later, and then in the afternoon. There wasn't much more she could do from home unless she planned to stay on the phone all day. If she went to the office, Floyd would send her home. If she went to Logan's apartment to meet with his team, they'd tell Logan, and the last thing she wanted to do at the moment was think of him. What on earth had gone through her head to encourage him like that? Sure, Logan wasn't by any means unattractive, but she wasn't a silly teenager who kissed people just because they seem so alluring when they're flirting with her. A part of her regretted lying to him about Edward. The truth was Edward had been the last thing on her mind when she was kissing Logan. All she could think of was how different his kiss was, and how she'd never felt someone want her but restrain themselves so much at the same time. She didn't even know how to put into words how d

Logan had really messed up this time.When Charlotte had been shot, he promised himself he'd stay away from her physically as much as possible. Clearly, everything her friends had warned her about was true. Logan was trouble, and sometimes, no matter how much money he could throw at problems, trouble seemed to follow him.It was easy to avoid her when she was in the hospital; he wished he could go visit her but knowing that her mother would be there deterred him. And he had slipped once, after all. The correct thing would've been to cut all contact while she was recuperating, but noooo, Logan went and got her a mobile cell phone, that now made her available to him at all hours of the day.It was infuriating how Charlotte had no idea of the effect she had on people. Well, it was obvious she knew she was pretty and that she turned heads wherever she went. But it was more than that. She walked through the world as if she intended to own it, and not wit

It had been a very long day for Charlotte. Starting with their trip to Mrs. Vazquez's home, Logan's kiss, then lunch with Floyd and the incident with Mary at the bridal dress shop, Charlotte was definitely not respecting the doctor's orders to take it easy. She didn't do so many things on a normal daily basis; now that she was supposed to be in bed or at least, resting, she had been all over the place.And now, in an hour, she'd be meeting Mrs. Hamilton in her home. She thought of telling Logan about it but then change her mind. He might want to dissuade her from going, and she needed to see the face of the person who most likely ordered the attack on her. She would be safe in the woman's house since she personally would never get her hands dirty and hurt Charlotte herself. No, she was a coward, and Charlotte wanted to see how she lied to her face. From what she gathered from Logan, Julia was a very good liar. But Charlotte was better. She was, after all, a South

Charlotte dozed in and out of sleep while the car kept moving. "I'm taking you to the hospital," she heard Logan say, his voice close to her ear."No, I just need to sleep," she mumbled, and then the world went dark around her again.Charlotte realized she was dreaming when she looked down at herself and the body she was in was around ten years younger. She recognized the yellow-flowered dress hat she had never worn again after that day.It was the day that her father died during their family barbecue. It was a hot and humid morning and the air smelled of coal burning in the grill. Her father, dressed in a white dress shirt and khaki shorts had started the fire very early, and Charlotte, having just woken up from a late night of hanging out with Edward on the roof of her house, had just gone outside. A few of her father's friends had already arrived, and the ladies were sitting under the shade of an oak tree sipping colorfu