All Chapters of Don't Fall For Mr. Hart: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AIDEN The last few days became a blur. I couldn't recall the last time I had a meal other than coffee or slept more than three hours. I could see that Charlie wanted to help, but this was something I had to do myself. The whole case around Caesar's death came as a blow, but not because of my brotherly love; he killed any chance for a solid half-sibling relationship between us when I was around eight, and it stayed that way ever since. For years, we merely took short breaks from hating each other and switched from hatred to fragile tolerance. But his last message? That was different. That was NOT the Caesar I had known my whole life. The bully who tried to drown me in the pool when I was seven and who stabbed me with the kitchen knife when I was twelve was terrified. There was a wicked part of me that thought that he got what he deserved, but the circumstances of his death left too many questions. Perhaps that was the only reason why I promised my father that I would get to the bottom

CHARLIE"This cannot be happening," I muttered as my world fell apart.I stepped back against the wall, facing three men who looked at me with rage, disdain, or heart-shattering disappointment. My body rattled, tears kept falling down my cheeks, and aching heart warned that it might crash against my ribcage. My eyes locked with Aiden's. His were darkened with anger. He knew. He knew it was my fault the FBI was here…"You and Julienne were friends," he bit out, his cold voice sending another jolt of pain through me."Yes," I rasped between swallowing my tears. "I came here to find proof that her death wasn't a suicide." There was no point in denying or hiding anything, not anymore.Christopher burst out laughing. "So the FBI came here because of her? Perfect! That bitch"—he pointed at me as if I wasn't the only woman in the room—"has just destroyed the whole company!""Charlie, is that true?" Logan stepped closer, his large fingers curling around my arms in a firm grip. "Are they here

AIDENIt was after midnight. I was sitting in my office, sipping my third glass of whiskey. Logan decided to join me an hour ago and was currently sprawled on my sofa, staring at his empty glass and trying to refill it using willpower. It was a rough day. The company suffered losses and I spent hours talking to infuriated major shareholders. My father took the blow with surprising dignity—or rather, that was the face he had shown in front of the cameras—before commanding his two sons to save the company by all means necessary. Fucking bastard. He was the one who screwed up and now expected me and Christopher to clean up his mess. Certainly, I didn't believe that my father had anything to do with Julienne's murder, but he must have been aware that it WAS a murder, not suicide, and that had seriously pissed me off.So here we were, sitting in the middle of a fucking crisis, maneuvering through the remains of Hart Global and saving whatever could be saved. Most of the computers and docum

AIDENFive days had passed since Charlie vanished from my life, or rather, five days since I chased her away. I heard that time was supposed to heal you. Apparently, the one around me had a sadistic sense of humor and decided to torture me instead of making me better. I couldn't stop thinking about her, and every thought stirred up my inner conflict. I felt betrayed, angry, confused, frustrated, and… guilty. I should have checked every single detail of her life, and then I should have confronted her. I should have forced her to expose her true motives before I let her enter my life. Now my mind constantly produced new, pointless what-ifs, underlining each moment that could have been different.I was wasting the energy I needed to solve all the current issues with the company. Surprisingly, Hart Global didn't go down as many expected. It was far from ending the whole crisis, but we were quite stably floating on the surface. Of course, that would change with the beginning of my father's

"So… You've been talking to the ghost?" Emily gave me a crooked smile and shoved a few chickpea chips into her mouth."Rather an imposter." I slumped on our sofa and groaned. "I cannot believe I was so stupid. This guy… I believed that he was honest and that he deeply cared about his father…"Emily patted my shoulder. "He must have been one hell of an actor.""He surely was," I said, annoyance surfacing in my tone. "I used to be good at reading others. I should have seen through him, you know? See the crack in his mask." I threw my hands up in sheer frustration.Emily shrugged. "You wanted to believe him. You wanted him to be just like you, and you assumed that he was a real fighter for justice. The real question is, who was that guy? And why did he give you those files?"Then it hit me. The realization came with a massive blow that would have swept me off my feet if I weren't already sitting. "They sent him, Emily. They wanted him to manipulate me, and I dumbly surrendered. They told