All Chapters of Blueprints of Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The early morning sun bathed New York City in a warm, golden glow as Charlotte Evans stepped out of the taxi. The city’s grandeur was breathtaking, with its towering skyscrapers and vibrant energy. Charlotte adjusted her glasses and looked up at the impressive glass building in front of her. It was the headquarters of Kingsley & Co., one of the top architecture firms in the city. This was the moment she had been waiting for—her first day as an intern.She rolled her suitcase towards the entrance, her mind buzzing with anticipation. The lobby was even more stunning than she had imagined. Polished marble floors gleamed under the high ceiling, and the walls were adorned with modern art. The energy in the room was a mix of professionalism and excitement, reflecting the dynamic environment Charlotte was eager to join.Across town, Asher Kingsley was wrapping up a crucial meeting in the boardroom. His tall, imposing figure and sharply tailored suit were the epitome of professionalism. The ro

Pulling on her blazer, Charlotte hoped that the material would protect her from the shame she was about to experience. Before opening the glass doors of Kingsley Corporation, she took a few deep breaths and then entered the building. Following the terrible meeting she had with the CEO himself, Asher Kingsley, she was on the verge of calling in sick. On the contrary, she was resolute in her intention to show up, maintain a professional demeanor, and put the accidental spill of coffee behind her.“Hey, Charlotte! How’s our office barista today?” a voice called out, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was Tim from accounting, grinning as he leaned against his cubicle.Charlotte forced a laugh. “Hilarious, Tim. I’m here to design buildings, not make your morning latte.”“Oh, but you do it with such flair! Especially when it’s on the boss’s shirt,” Tim added, making a dramatic motion like he was tossing coffee onto someone.Charlotte's face heated when she heard a few other coworkers laugh

Charlotte settled inside her office, with the colorful energy of the New York City skyline visible through the window. The city's excitement energized her, but the rush of her first day had left her thoughts muddled. As she flipped through the architectural designs on her desk, tidbits of office gossip caught her attention.“Did you hear about the Westwood accusations?” a coworker whispered to another. “They still think the Kingsleys had something to do with Celestine’s kidnapping.”Charlotte's ears perked up at the sound of the Westwood name. Kidnapping? She hadn't come across that topic in her research on the Kingsleys, which had mostly concentrated on their economic accomplishments and community service. Leaning back in her chair, she couldn't shake the impression that this was more than just casual gossip; it felt like a shadow lurking over her new job.As she listened intently, fragments of conversation reached her ears. “The feud has been going on for years, but people still hav

Their first meeting had been anything but smooth. Asher’s cold and proud demeanor had left her on edge, and the tension between them was palpable. She had been bristling with frustration after the awkwardness of their initial encounter and knew an apology was necessary. Tomorrow, she'd make things right.The next morning, Charlotte arrived at the office with a sense of purpose. She found herself rehearsing an apology as she walked into the building, her mind filled with snippets of their interaction and her determination to ease the tension between them. But as the day unfolded, there was little opportunity to approach Asher. He was in meetings for most of the day, his commanding presence felt even when he wasn’t in the room.Later that afternoon, Asher stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, his sharp eyes drifting over the view of the city, but his thoughts were elsewhere—on Charlotte. There was something about her that intrigued him. She wasn’t like the others at Kings

Charlotte stood in front of her bedroom mirror, applying the final touches of mascara while staring at her reflection. She wasn’t too worried about what to wear tonight—it was just Elijah, after all. A casual pizza night had been their tradition for as long as she could remember. So she opted for a comfy pair of jeans and a light sweater, pulling her hair up into a messy bun.“Pizza and movies, the perfect end to a long week,” she muttered to herself, smiling at the thought. She glanced at her phone to check the time—Elijah was set to pick her up in twenty minutes.As she slipped into her sneakers, she grabbed her jacket and bag. A simple night, no need to overthink it. After all, Elijah had said it would just be a laid-back evening. They had these kinds of hangouts all the time—nothing fancy, just good food, great company, and lots of laughter.When her phone buzzed with Elijah’s text saying he was outside, she hurried down from her apartment. But as soon as she stepped outside and s