All Chapters of Love in Disguise : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CharlotteHearing the words, “I can’t do this without you,” from someone as proud as Charles was nothing short of shocking. The usual arrogance was gone, replaced by something that almost seemed... human. His tone sounded like he needed me. We stepped into the elevator to head back to his office, and while the quiet hum of the moving lift filled the silence, my mind raced, wondering what was coming next.When we reached his office, I stumbled as I walked in, and before I could regain my balance, he caught my hand, chuckling softly. “Always so clumsy,” he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips. I shot him a glare but couldn’t help smiling a little. It was strange—Charles was almost... nice?He handed me a stack of documents, his expression darkening again. “Veronica left these,” he said, a hint of anger slipping back into his voice. I sat down, flipping through the pages, and one particular clause made my stomach drop. If Charles signed this, it could ruin everything his family worked f

CharlotteSitting across from Charles, I was doing my best to focus. Thoughts of the project were only half the battle—I was also wrestling with nerves about moving into his house. But, in this job, my personal worries had to come second.I shifted the conversation. “So… the project. Do you have any ideas? Do you understand what it’s about?”Charles let out a sigh and rubbed his temples. “Honestly? Not really. But it sounds like you do. What are you working on?”I smiled, relieved to finally talk about something I knew well. “Well, I’ve been researching ways to make sustainable building designs,” I explained. “The idea is to use eco-friendly materials that won’t just reduce costs over time but will also make the buildings energy-efficient. Natural lighting, ventilation—things that create a luxury feel but with a reduced environmental impact.”Charles looked intrigued, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Okay, I’m listening.”“Imagine structures that blend high-end aesthetics with green

CharlesI couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed as I thought about it. Mason—Mr. Mason—seemed to be the kind of person I wasn’t. Smart, resourceful, disciplined, and, as I’d discovered last night, an incredible cook. Everything he did exude competence like he could tackle anything thrown at him.He made me feel… inadequate, to say the least. I wasn’t used to this feeling. My life had been a string of successes, propped up by family influence, wealth, and charm. But Mason? He was different. He was exactly the kind of guy women dreamed about, and the kind of man others respected.It was humbling.---As the day moved along, Mason sat across from me at the dining table, his face serious, all traces of last night’s playful energy replaced by laser focus. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table.“Back to business,” he said firmly, clearing his throat. “I’ve been thinking about the project, and I have a new idea.”I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Let’s hear it.”Before he b

Charlotte“Emma, please calm down. It’s not that complicated,” I said, attempting to smooth the frown on her face. “I’ve got things under control. Charles and I are just working on that project I told you about. We’ve been overworking ourselves, so if it seems like there’s something unusual, that’s all it is. And as for Liam...” I trailed off, smirking slightly. “I’m disguised as a man, remember? There’s nothing serious.”Emma’s brow furrowed, Her expression clearly shows doubt or disbelief. “Are you sure? Liam’s been acting kind of... weird around you.”I laughed, shaking my head. “He’s not weird around me, Emma. He’s weird around you.”Her cheeks flushed immediately. “What do you mean by that?”“Oh, come on,” I teased, leaning closer. “Why do you think he’s always finding excuses to hang around when you’re here?”Emma waved me off, but I didn’t miss the way her blush deepened.“Someone already has a crush,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows.Emma threw a cushion at me, clearly flustered.

Morning arrived too soon. The annoying sound of my alarm dragged me from the sweet comfort of sleep. I groaned, blindly reaching for my phone to silence it. As my eyes adjusted, I saw the date glaring back at me—Thursday.Thursday. Charles’s dad’s house. The weekend of doom.Reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I sprawled out on the bed, limbs stretched dramatically as I stared at the ceiling.“Oh, dear God,” I muttered, “why me? Why now? Please help me survive this weekend without being caught. Please don’t let this be the end of me. Amen.”With a heavy sigh, I finally rolled off the bed and dragged my dirty laundry outside to wash it. Something about scrubbing clothes by hand was oddly calming—at least, that’s what I told myself to justify not using the washing machine all the time.Of course, Charles was bound to pop up sooner or later. He appeared in the doorway, watching me with his signature smirk.“Why don’t you use the washing machine?” he asked, leaning casually against the f