CHARLOTTEI spent the next few hours alone, and I detested it. It was nice to be back in the apartment, but I felt so annoyed, I couldn’t appreciate being in my own space again. Well, I wasn’t technically alone, given that I walked past the guards who were sharing a beer at the door on my way in, and I knew one would be here soon to hand me my things.But it still felt lonely. I chalked it up to spending the night elsewhere and trying to settle into feeling comfortable here, and I took the bags in my hand to the kitchen. I had left the file on the sitting room table with the intention of reading it before I ate, but my cravings overwhelmed my sense of curiosity, and I was happy to ignore it for a bit.“It’s not going anywhere anyway,” I said and ignored it for a little longer.As I moved around the house, I pondered the exchange with Sonia. She had never lost her cool around me, and as much as I was annoyed that she wouldn’t tell me everything she knew, I understood her frustration wi
CHARLOTTE“Hello, Maria,” I said into the receiver and waited for her response. It had been two hours since the training session with Sonia. I was aching in different parts of my body, but I had learned a thing or two about handling a gun and the perfect stance to take before shooting.Deep down, I hoped I’d never have to use the gun. I considered learning how to use it a necessity, but if push came to shove, I hoped I’d never have to put this new skill to use. I knew the people I was up against had zero compunction about taking a life if it meant achieving their goal, but I had never killed anyone. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sleep well at night if I did, and chalking it up to self-defense wouldn’t help the situation, either.“Hello, Signora,” came the reply.Her voice was so calm it unnerved me. “Are you alright?” I inquired. “You sound… different.”“I’m okay, just exhausted. I’ve had a lot to do today at the estate,” she replied, but deep down, it felt like she wasn’t telling the
CHARLOTTEI dropped the phone on the bed and started pacing around the room, thinking about the possibility that Thiago would’ve gone to Milan, but that didn’t make any sense. Why would he go there? How did he find his way to the estate, and what did he want? I had so many questions, and none of the answers I could come up with made any sense. I heard my phone ring, stopped walking, and picked it up.“Signora? Are you alright?” Maria said, and I let out a short laugh.“I’m not sure. I’m sorry I hung up so quickly. I’m confused...” I started to say and paused as my thoughts darted to and fro in my head.“Nothing to be sorry about. I assumed it’s ‘cause you were shocked after figuring out who it was,” she replied. I pulled the phone away from my ear and put it on speaker.“Yes... about that. I’ve been thinking, it makes no sense that it’d be the person I think it is,” I answered, folding my arms. “Makes absolutely no sense. How did he find the estate?” I added, frowning, trying to remem
CHARLOTTEI spent most of the night awake, thinking about the best way to talk to Thiago about visiting the estate. That wasn’t the only question I had on my mind, but it was one of the most pressing ones. A few hours before dawn, I started to fall asleep, but it was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.When it rang the first time, I thought I was hearing things, and my mind was playing tricks on me. By the second ring, I was convinced it was coming from inside the apartment and got out of bed. I made my way to the front door and opened it to meet Sonia, who was staring at me curiously.“You look like you saw a ghost,” she said as I stepped aside to let her in.“It feels like I heard one, and that’s relatively worse,” I answered and shut the door.“You haven’t slept a wink, have you?” she asked, walking towards one of the couches to sit down.“Barely. I was about to before the bell went off. When did we get a bell? Why didn’t you tell me? I was so shocked to hear it ring,” I repl
CHARLOTTE“Did anything happen there? You seem worried,” Sonia said as soon as I stepped into the vehicle.“I… I don’t know, I feel weird. Like something’s going to happen, and I can’t do anything to stop it,” I replied.“What’s that supposed to mean?” she mumbled, frowning.“How many more questions do we have to go through until we get back to the part where I don’t know?” I asked sarcastically, and she rolled her eyes.“Don’t be snarky,” she retorted and turned to look out the window.“Can’t help it, that’s the point,” I answered as the driver started the ignition, and the car pulled out of the lot. “Everything is so complicated. I don’t understand it sometimes.”“Sometimes?” she echoed, and I chuckled. We spent the rest of the drive in silence; I was really tired of this cycle. I sounded like a broken record at this point, but the entire thing felt like it was taking more from me than I wanted to give.It seemed like life just brought numerous obstacles my way, and I was sick of go
ELENAMilan wasn’t proving to be everything I had hoped for when I returned. I had started to regret not completely leaving to start my life on my own terms. Not having the resources needed for sustenance had driven me back home, but it was starting to feel like I had made a terrible mistake. My father continued to pressure me about the wedding with Rogerio.I was tired of giving excuses, telling him we were still working on the plan when, in reality, nothing was happening. All I had gotten from this entire ordeal was a lavish bachelorette party. And money— lots of it. I had enough to keep me afloat for a few weeks, but my main goal hadn’t been achieved yet. When I returned home, my father made me promise to get Rogerio to marry me again; he wanted the union as a way to gain access to the Thuthai family.Knowing my family, I could tell that he had nefarious plans beyond what he told me, but my role wasn’t to ask questions. I had one job: to marry the heir of the Thuthai family wealth,
ROGERIOFor someone who’s envisioned having the grandest wedding the city has ever seen and looks forward to being part of the Thuthai family, Elena’s grudges were not unfounded, but I had my reservations too. It was easy to make the conversation we had about the wedding revolve around my uncertainty about whether she was going to leave again when, in reality, I couldn’t stop thinking about Charlotte.The conversation I had with Maria replays in my head every second. I needed to find Charlotte. I considered going back to the hotel, but I knew it was futile. If Maria didn’t want to talk about it the first time, she certainly wasn’t going to mention it at all. I had to find Charlotte on my own, but it was becoming clearer that all the resources I had couldn’t get a definite location.The private investigators I hired were at their wits’ end; they’d seen nothing like this. It felt like she dropped off the surface of the Earth.“Why can’t they find her?” I said and leaned backward.I was
ROGERIO“I want this,” he said, pointing to the bottle sitting on the bar table. I glanced at it and arched my eyebrow.“You need to be more specific. We’re already drinking wine. You want some?” I asked with feigned confusion, and he smiled.“Don’t be intentionally obtuse, Rogerio. It’s not cute,” he sighed, standing up and walking to the bar to pour more into his glass.“I’m not trying to be cute. I want you to say the words,” I answered in a stern tone, and we stared at each other for a few seconds before he looked away.He lifted the bottle and stared at the label. “You know what I want,” he muttered, setting the bottle back on the counter.“Yes,” I started, glancing at the bottle before scoffing. “I want you to explain why you want me to enter a war my father and those before him had the sense to stay out of as a favor,” I answered and shook my head. “Do you really think I’d agree to that?”“I’m not asking you to turn against the Narhzy family, Rogerio, I’m—” he began, but I shoo