Chapter 3: The Night of Missed Chances
Charles
I straightened my collar for what felt like the hundredth time, a strange sense of excitement bubbling inside me. Tonight, I’d finally meet her—the woman who had been on my mind since the night we met. My heart raced as the clock ticked closer to 9:00 p.m. I’d sent her the club’s address, and now I was just waiting to see her again. It had been a long time since someone made me feel this way, and I was determined to make tonight unforgettable.
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Charlotte
I stared at the address on my phone, feeling a strange sense of familiarity wash over me. The club's location tugged at a distant memory, but I couldn’t place it. My phone buzzed with a message from Emma, but I decided not to bother her. She’d been through so much with me lately. I could handle this alone.
The cab arrived quickly, and I climbed in, anxious thoughts swirling in my head. The city blurred past as we sped toward the club. My mind was full of questions—who could have sent me this address? Was it the detective? Or someone else? I didn’t know, but I had to find out.
When we reached the club, I handed the driver some cash and stepped out, my mind preoccupied. I didn’t notice that my phone had slipped out of my hand, left behind in the backseat of the cab.
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Charles
By the time I arrived at the club, it was buzzing with energy. The music was loud, and the dance floor was packed with bodies moving to the beat. I scanned the room, hoping to spot her immediately. But she wasn’t there.
I ordered a drink and took a seat at the bar, telling myself she was probably running late. I had sent the address myself, so she knew where to be. I could wait.
But with each passing minute, my patience thinned. I wasn’t used to waiting. Women were always on time for me—eager, if anything. But she was different. That’s why I wanted to see her again.
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Charlotte
Inside the club, I found a small corner to sit and watch the entrance. The music was a little too loud for my taste, but I kept my eyes peeled, searching for anyone familiar. Something about this place made me uneasy.
Just as I was beginning to relax, my phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I reached into my bag, but it wasn’t there. Panic flared as I remembered the cab ride. I must have left it behind.
Before I could dwell on that, another thought hit me like a train: my mom. She had called earlier, and I hadn’t answered. What if something was wrong?
I rushed outside, flagging down a cab as fast as I could. I had to get home. I didn’t know what was happening, but I needed to be with my family. As the cab sped off, I didn’t look back, leaving the club—and whatever awaited me inside—far behind.
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Charles
By 9:30, my frustration was mounting. I had called her number, but it went straight to voicemail. I told myself to be patient, but it wasn’t like me to wait for anyone. My fingers drummed on the bar as I glanced at my watch. It was 10:00 p.m. now, and she still hadn’t shown up.
I caught the eyes of a few women nearby. They smiled, their gazes full of promise. I wasn’t in the mood for this, but I wasn’t going to let the night go to waste.
One woman, a blonde with a tight red dress, sauntered up to me. “Need some company?” she asked, her voice sugary sweet.
I gave her a once-over. She was pretty, no doubt. But she wasn’t *her*. “Sure,” I said, flashing a smile that I didn’t quite feel.
We danced, and other girls joined in. Soon, I found myself surrounded by a sea of admirers. We drank, laughed, and let the night take over. But no matter how much I tried to enjoy myself, my mind kept drifting back to *her*—the woman who wasn’t there.
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Charlotte
By the time I arrived at the hospital, dread coiled tightly in my chest. I rushed inside, asking for Olivia. They led me to her room, and my heart sank when I saw her lying there, pale and weak.
My mom sat beside her, clutching her hand. Emma was there too, her face a mask of worry.
“What happened?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“She collapsed,” my mom whispered. “They think it’s serious.”
I couldn’t breathe for a moment. I had been at some club, clueless, while my sister was in the hospital.
A doctor walked in, pulling my mom and me aside. “Your daughter is going to be fine,” he said. “She has Peptic Ulcer Disease, but we’ve caught it early. With treatment, she’ll recover.”
Relief washed over me, but guilt still gnawed at the edges of my mind. I had almost missed this—my sister’s health crisis—because I had been chasing some mysterious message.
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Charles
The night was nearing its end, and I found myself in the VIP lounge, surrounded by women who wanted my attention. But I wasn’t feeling it. My mind was stuck on the woman who didn’t show up, the one I had been so sure would be here.
I checked my phone again, even though I knew she hadn’t called. The girls around me were fun, no doubt, but none of them compared to the woman I had met that night. The one with the star-shaped birthmark.
Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight wasn’t meant to be wasted. I leaned into the chaos, letting the alcohol dull my senses, the music drowning out the thoughts in my head.
But deep down, I knew I wouldn’t forget *her*—the one who had slipped through my fingers.
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Charlotte
By the next morning, Olivia was stable, and I could finally breathe. I had lost my phone, but Emma had suggested I go to the studios in person to follow up on the jobs I had applied for. It was stressful, but I had to do something.
But each studio had the same story: they had called me, and when I didn’t answer, they gave the job to someone else.
Defeated, I walked to Emma’s workplace to tell her everything. When I explained, she gave me a sympathetic smile.
“I might have something for you,” she said. “But it’s a little unconventional.”
“What is it?” I asked, ready to tak
e any opportunity.
“Well,” she hesitated, “how do you feel about working for a billionaire?”
Olivia's POVMy life seems like a mess, and I'm clouded with boredom and sadness. I'm left all alone. My family never loved me. They only love Charlotte and support her moves while I'm being scoldedfor any little mistake I've made. It would have been better if Dad were alive; maybe he's going to love me more than any other person.I stared at myself in the mirror, and I saw the paleness and sadness deep in my soul.Apologizing to Charlotte is now the only solution I have. On the other hand, I felt like a selfish and ungrateful soul. Charlotte risked her life just to fend for us and to pay my fees.A knock at the door jolted me out of my thoughts. It was Charlotte. I opened the door and let herin.“Hey. You look horrible." She said, palming my cheeks.“I know," I said while I gently removed her hand from my cheeks. We both stared at each other for a while before we both decided to break the silence.“I'm sorry." We both said, staring at each other.“You go first.” Charlotte urged me
Linda's POV ( Charlotte and Olivia's mum).I wouldn't deny that I'm not aware of the unusual calmness in the house. The silence isn't normal; it's carrying a heavy weight between two sisters. Sisters, they say, always have ameans of settling each other's misunderstanding, but the cases of Charlotte and Olivia are getting worse, and I've been waiting for them to settle it themselves,s, but I guess it's time I settle it for them.When Charlotte came back from work, she was looking very tired and stressed, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't settle the conflict. When dinner was ready, I called them both for dinner, and they began eating in silence before I decided to break the silence.“Girls, I've noticed that a lot is going on between you, and you're not on good terms with each other. Do you care to tell me?" I asked, looking at both of them, and they both kept quiet.“I'm talking to you guys, and I need an answer," I said sternly before Charlotte decided to speakup.“Mum, it's all abo
Charlotte's POVOlivia's silent treatment continued, and this time, I didn't give a fuck about it. I'm her elder sister and she should start seeing me as one and not trying to blame me for all the things she has been doing. Charles has been secretive recently, and he doesn't talk much with me, and it hurts. I know he has the right to live a private life, but I'm obsessed with knowing everything about me, and I think it's because of the little moments we've shared.Monday morning came, and I resumed work, still feeling stressed and emotionally imbalanced. I got to my office, which was outside Charles' office, and I sat down on my chair, arranging the documents we would need for today's work. After I was done, I entered Charles' office anddropped them on the table and I was about to go out when a small sheet of paper attracted me.I opened his drawer and tried reading the contents of the paper when he walked.“What are you doing in my office? Charles asked and his voice startled me."I
Charles's POV continuedThe plan Noah gave me was a very nice one that I didn't even think about, but I have another way of executing my plans and it must work out well. Dressed up in my black suit and shoes with a golden wristwatch, I took my car keys and called Tessa that I would be coming to pick up herup. We are having a date in preparation for our upcoming wedding because we will have to get used to being with each other. I drove down to Tessa's house, and she was dressed in a short pink dress, which I ordered for her, and her baby bump was showing in the dress. Tessa was already outside her house when I got there. I got out of the car to meet her. I gave her a brief hug and pecked her cheeks and that brought a smile to her face.“You look like an angel, and the baby bump, too, is cute," I said while she blushed harder.“Thank you, baby." She replied. I held her hand and led her to the car and I opened the door for her. When I was sure that she was sitting down comfortably, I c
Olivia's POVMy sister is one of the best people I've ever met in this world. She inconvenienced herself so she could feed us and pay our bills, but she could have told me the truth right from the start, and that was why we are sisters, right? Now everything made sense to me. The disguise I found in her wardrobe and how she has been acting suspiciously keep making me wonder how her boss hasn't noticed her. And how was she able to disguise as two people in the same location and at the same time?Running away from home will not solve the problem at hand and it will keep giving distances to the relationship between us. I ran away from home because I was angry at her, but at some point, I realized that I ought not to be angry, but I wanted her to realize the gravity of what she had done. We are family and we should get the approval of each other before we get involved in anything, especially this risky work of hers. She could go to jail for it if her boss could get that she's impersonati
Charlotte's POV continuedI entered the house with my extra key and started tiptoeing to my room and suddenly I hit my head on the wall. I used my hand to search for the light switch to turn it on and see where I was going and the wall I hit my head on, and it was Olivia. She was dressed in shorts and a crop top. With the way she was tiptoeing, I knew she was trying to sneak out of the house probably to meet Adrian. For a second or two, we both stood staring at each other. Olivia tried screaming, but I was quick enough to cover her mouth with my hands so she wouldn't wake Mum up.“Relax Olivia. It's me, Charlotte, and not a thief who breaks in." I said. Olivia tried talking but my hands on her mouth restricted her from talking. Noticing her struggles, I decided to release my hand from her mouth hoping that she won't scream.“What the hell is happening here,e and why are you calling yourself Charlotte when you're not? Do you think I'm a kid?" Olivia ranted out. Noticing that words won'