Charlotte’s POVHe left me at the mall with his security. He sent his secretary to meet me there and buy everything I wanted and needed. But I didn't care about anything; my body hurt, and I was too tired to care. “I have to use the restroom,” I said. Kira smiled at me, “Miss Charlotte—” I glanced at the secretary and sighed, “Miss Kira, I’m fine, you don’t need to accompany me inside, I’m not a child.” She nodded her head and smiled at me, then she said, “Okay, we will be waiting for you here.” I go to the women's room and think about what I need to do. I have to stay away from this man from now on, and I don't want to stay with him and be his "things" and a toy that he can play with whenever he's bored. I won't put myself in that kind of position ever again. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror for a while. Then I decided to open the toilet door and saw a bag inside. I was excited to open it and find out what was inside. I saw some pants, a white long-sleeved sh

Charlotte’s POVWhen I heard that a gang of men was going to be breaking into the house, I immediately started to sweat through my temples and hairline. I heard footsteps surrounding the house, and my knees shook out of fear. I closed my eyes again, and then I heard my mom’s voice again in my head, I don’t know but I think this happened before to me. As I was about to stand up, someone opened the door, and my heart jumped in nervousness—thank god, it was Harper. “Harper?”Harper said, “I’m sorry, Charlotte.” My life fell apart upon hearing those words. Ricardo went inside and then hauled me outside, where he yanked my hair and yelled, "Damn, this woman gives us so much trouble simply to find her! Inform the boss that we've already located her!" Then he screamed at me, "You! Do not make another attempt to flee, for if you do, I will have already put an end to your life before the boss can find you alive!" He pushed me into the car, and I kept shouting for help at the top of my lu

Charlotte’s POV“I promise to do whatever you want. Just not in here, I don’t want other people to think disgusted about me. And of course, this is my friend’s cafe, I don’t want to ruin her reputation as the cafe’s owner.” Logan gave up and he stepped backward, then he watched me pull up my underwear, and I fixed myself while looking at the mirror. He was watching me very intensely, and then he kissed my neck, down to my shoulder, whispered, “Let’s go, I can’t wait to taste you….” I opened the door without glancing back at him, and then I walked to the counter where I saw Casey busy dealing with her customers. She smiled at me, and I waved goodbye at her, and her smile vanished when she saw Logan behind me. I walked outside, and three of Logan's men followed. At this point, Logan grabbed my hand and dragged me into his car. He instructed his chauffeur to transfer to a different SUV. He ordered his men to leave him alone and perform their factory duties. “Yes, Boss.” I gulped so

Charlotte’s POVI cleaned the table as I watched Logan scroll through his phone. He was reading something and had a strange look on his face. He then put his laptop on the table and looked at me. He stopped what he was doing and clicked his tongue softly. "Why don't you just do your own thing and stop staring at me all the time?" He was acting like a man who had just had his period, throwing fits every time I looked at him, so I answered him. "I wasn't staring at you the whole time, Mister Tantrums." He sighed without looking at me, opened his laptop again, and said, "Lie."He closed his laptop again, and realized something, “Wait, What did you just say?” “Nothing….” He stood up, “You called me something weird name….in your last sentence, repeat it again.” “I said, nothing!” I finished what I was doing, and I sat on the couch while leaning my head on the arm rest. "I want to sleep now. This place is getting boring." I rolled my eyes and went to his room to get some pillows and a

Charlotte’s POVSince he already locked the front door, I had no choice but to run upstairs and look for a way out. Fear and terror were making my heart race at the same time. I shut the door and pushed the bed into it so Miguel couldn't open it quickly. I opened the window and looked down. I've always wanted to jump out of this window, but I was afraid of heights and never had the courage to do it.Miguel kept kicking the door over and over, and I could hear his old, raspy voice say, "Open the door, Charlotte. This is going to be painless! You won't feel anything...." I'm not so naive that I'd let a drunken, raving madman inside this room. I chewed my lower lip nervously, trying to hide that I was afraid and thinking that the only way to get away from him was to run away and fight back."Run…." I heaved a breath and opened the window again, and I was already on the verge of jumping when the door opened, and Miguel was holding a long knife. He smirked at me and said, "I know you're a