ElenaThey looked extremely stressed about the idea of answering to Rogerio, and I understood it. The power and social currency of the Rogerio name wasn’t something anyone in their right mind would dare go against.I was fully prepared to wield it to its maximum potential until one of the men finally spoke up, saying the only thing they could do was call Maria to come to the gate. That was perfect, as speaking with her had been my main objective all along.I crossed my arms, maintaining my annoyed expression while waiting. Predictably, Maria took her sweet time, and just as I was about to return to the car to sit and wait, she arrived with an expression far sourer than I could have conjured up myself.“You’re not wanted here,” she said coldly as the guards silently retreated to their posts, pretending not to eavesdrop on the conversation.“You have no right to tell me that. You just work here. This house belongs to Rogerio, and—” I began, but she cut me off with a sharp chuckle and an
ElenaI lowered the windows and closed my eyes as the wind blew tiny ringlets of hair across my face. I couldn’t stop thinking about Thiago’s words in the warehouse, about Rogerio’s insistence on finding Charlotte. Now I had Maria’s words to add to the mix.I tried to force myself to sleep, hoping it would save me from dwelling on the connection between what they had said, but the sound of the bustling city humming in the distance grew louder and closer, pulling me back.The noise reminded me that something else was out there, something beyond my reach. As we inched closer, I focused on the peculiar thought that every single person walking in and out of stores, yelling on street corners, or laughing in restaurants and bars with their partners and friends had their own unique problems. One way or another, regardless of social standing, we all shared that common thread.“Problems,” I muttered to myself, chuckling softly. “We all have problems we’re dealing with.” I shook my head at the
Elena“Very well. Also, call me when you’ve decided. I’ll reach out later in the week about the wedding plans. Now that a date has been set, everything should proceed smoothly,” she responded, her tone brisk. She said something to someone in the background, then hung up.I lowered the phone and stared at the screen for a few seconds before shaking my head. I never knew what to expect with the Thuthais. As much as I hated to admit it, Maria was right. No matter how much I tried to stay ahead of the curve, something always came up to make me feel like I was twenty steps behind.I knew I had to talk to Rogerio now. There were no more excuses to reschedule outings or avoid meetings. This had to be done soon. But before that, I needed to talk to someone else: my father.He had been the mastermind behind my insistence on the estate that had been given to Charlotte. No matter how much I tried to explain that securing it was nearly impossible, he remained adamant about pushing for it.It didn
CHARLOTTEWorking at the club was going smoother than I thought, and despite Thiago’s disapproval, I kept working as a bartender on some nights. When I wasn’t in the office with my nose stuck in financial records that I could barely understand, I took a break from that part of the trade by standing behind the counter, taking orders, and mixing drinks.It gave me the chance to familiarize myself with the regulars, whom I introduced myself to as “Charlotte,” but they preferred to call me “Charlie,” establish customer relationships with new customers, become closer with the staff who seemed to appreciate the approach I had taken towards running the establishment, and brush up my bartending skills.It was fun, a little overwhelming when I first set out to do it and stressful given that I hadn’t done it in a while, but still fun, and I made sure I had the best time. As I progressed, I asked the guards to get me a talkie or one of the earphones they used for their operations, and I became t
CHARLOTTEWhen I was done, I slid the mug over to him, and he inhaled the aroma first."What’s this called?" he asked, and I shrugged again."That’s not an answer," he added."Actually, it is. It’s called anything your taste buds want it to be. I have my name for it, but I like it when customers give their own. So, what do you want it to be called?" I responded, shoving the pen and notepad back into my pocket.He lifted the mug, looked at me with uncertainty, then sipped from it and smacked his tongue as he set it down."Oh, it’s sweet and hot. I like it," he said and downed the contents of the mug in one gulp, stifling a belch. "That’s actually great. Where’d you learn to mix like that?""Well, it’s been a few years since I bartended, but the art isn’t lost on me," I replied, folding my arms. "So, what do you want to call it?""I’m not sure… I might need another round to be certain," he said with a knowing smile. I chuckled and got to work making another drink for him.***The next f
CHARLOTTEWhen I got home that evening, one of the guards was holding a box, which he handed to me with a cheesy smile. I took it, arching an eyebrow, but as I read the note stamped on the side, I understood why he was smiling that way.Thiago had picked the silliest yet cutest way to ask me out to dinner. I chuckled, thanked him, and walked into the apartment.I knew Thiago was just being performative with this gesture, and while I appreciated it, I wasn’t sure I liked the ideas it might put in the minds of others.Hopefully, they’d been around us long enough to know there was nothing between us - or so I hoped.When I opened the box and turned it on the bed, a dark blue dress fell out. It was short, with purple and silver frills, a bodice I feared would be too tight, and small sleeves that let my arms breathe. I picked it up, admired it, and reached for my phone to call him.“What’s the occasion?” I asked, as he picked up on the first ring.He chuckled, clearing his throat before re
CHARLOTTE"Did something happen? Do we need to reschedule?" I asked as the guard walked away. Thiago shook his head, offering a nervous chuckle. "No, it's nothing that can't be handled later. Now, where were we?" "You were about to tell me the main reason behind this dinner," I replied, picking up the fork in front of me. I dug into the pasta - not because I was particularly hungry but because I needed something to fidget with while he gathered his thoughts. The atmosphere had shifted, suddenly dampened, as if something heavy weighed on his mind. I wanted to know what had transpired between him and the guard, but I knew that if he didn't want to talk about it, there was no use pressing him.I placed the fork in my mouth and tried to enjoy the food. It was delicious, and the music had slowed to a tempo that matched the mood, yet my growing desire to go home and collapse into my bed overshadowed any intention of savoring the evening. "You've been doing pretty well with the club,
CHARLOTTEWhen Sonia arrived to walk me to the car, I couldn’t hide my relief. What had begun as a dinner meant to ease the stress of my day had spiraled into yet another source of anxiety.I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and shut out the world. Sonia tried to start a conversation during the ride home, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk.She seemed to sense my reluctance and eventually stopped trying, keeping her attention on the road while the driver skillfully navigated through the city. The moment we arrived at the penthouse, I headed straight for the elevator. Once inside the apartment, I tossed my bag onto the couch and made my way to the minibar. I poured myself a generous glass of wine, and before I knew it, I was halfway through the bottle. That’s when I remembered I needed to call Maria. I rummaged through my bag for my phone, finding it buried beneath the usual chaos. As I held it in my hand, I hesitated. Maria had a knack for reading between the lines, and
ELENARealizing that I had made such a grave mistake kept me on edge. I hadn’t heard anything implicating from the media or Rogerio, but I was still nervous.I had stayed away from the public eye and ensured that my return to the city hadn’t made any headlines. It was enough that the topic had shifted from my disastrous wedding to the attack on the Thuthai estate and Maria’s death.The news hadn’t mentioned anything about Charlotte, and I started to wonder if Rogerio had brought her up just to rattle my nerves.“Well, if that was his plan, then he succeeded,” I muttered to myself, wondering if I had gone too far in ordering the men to attack his vehicle.I hadn’t wanted anything serious to happen to him, just enough to make him come back home and give up his search for his ex-wife. But the silence from his end over the past few days was starting to bother me.I didn’t want to show up at his mother’s estate uninvited; she must be irritated with all the chaos surrounding her family, and
ROGERIOThe sun’s rays beat against my face and I put out an arm to block it, then looked around. The last thing I remember was getting off the plane and the car somersaulting several times in the air.I didn’t know where I was or what exactly had brought me here. I got up from the ground and tried to brush the sand off my clothes when I realized that I was injured in a few places, but it was nothing serious.The car, however, lay turned on its back, tires rolling in the air, which smelled of petrol and something else. I looked at the car and realized that there were people trapped inside. I wasn’t sure how I had gotten out, but I had to help them out too.I tried to move and realized that I had sprained my ankle. I didn’t realize how terrible it was earlier because my body was still recovering from the shock.As I tried to move my limbs, my body let me know that it had gone through much more than I could reckon. I couldn’t move as quickly as I wanted to, and I wondered if I would be
CHARLOTTEHe started by explaining how he had sent the plane to the last destination where I had been dropped off, but when his guards searched for me, they couldn’t find me.He made them comb the city from the airport to the outskirts, and when the results were unsatisfactory, he decided to take extra measures to find me.“Why was it so important for you to find me?” I asked, trying to conceal my irritation.“I was worried when the pilot reported that he had dropped you off in Milan. At first, I was comfortable because it was a familiar ground. But when the guards couldn’t find you, I started to worry. When I called and we spoke, you didn’t seem fine, which made things worse. So I asked my… detectives to trace the phone signal.”“That feels like a breach of privacy, Thiago,” I responded, and he shrugged.“It is, but you left me no choice. Ignoring my calls made it worse. At that point, I had to do something.”“How…” I began but decided to rephrase my question. It suddenly dawned on m
CHARLOTTEThe past few days had been harder than I expected. I spent most of my time awake during the day, and at night, I wandered through the city streets.It felt strange to be outside without Sonia’s watchful eyes monitoring my every step, but at the same time, it was freeing. I was in a new place, a different city where I didn’t know anyone, and no one knew what I was up to.Not that there was much to know. I was grieving.The walks helped, if only temporarily. They took my mind off the image of Maria’s lifeless body, an image that seemed permanently etched into my memory.For fleeting moments, the thrill of being somewhere new replaced the weight of my sorrow.I realized I hadn’t made any plans beyond securing a place to stay, and to be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to doing anything special here.“She’d want you to be happy,” a woman’s voice said from behind me.I spun around, startled, my heart skipping a beat at the unexpected interruption.My eyes met hers, and my face tw
ELENAI decided to call Rogerio. With the way things were going, it was evident that I couldn’t go back to Milan right away, and staying in contact with him was the only way I could make sure things hadn’t been blown out of proportion.But I knew I couldn’t show how I was really feeling. It was important to maintain a nonchalant facade and hope he said something that would give me a hint or let me know what was going on.He picked up on the first ring, but the background noise was too much, so I hung up and decided to call back after a few minutes. I paced the room, thinking about what could’ve possibly happened in the last few hours.After he called, I reached out to my father’s men, the ones who handled work he didn’t want linked back to him, to clear up anything that could put me in the middle of the mess Rogerio said was brewing. But they hadn’t gotten back to me yet.I sighed, picked up the phone, and called Rogerio again. He answered immediately but seemed a little distracted.“
ROGERIOSpeaking to Elena had infuriated me more than I anticipated. She didn’t admit to being responsible for what had happened at the estate, which was expected and smart. It would be foolish to say, “Yes, I sent people to harass innocent people,” but I knew that if she was truly behind it, she would try to cover her tracks.Perhaps being in Mauritius was the first step in removing herself from the suspect list. She had an alibi; she wasn’t in the city when it happened. And if I knew anything about her relationship with Keisha, it was that her friend would stand solidly behind her, swearing she had nothing to do with it.Now that I had gotten that conversation out of the way, I had to make sure this wasn’t linked to my family in any way. I also had to find a way to see Maria. I knew she was angry that I hadn’t paid the issue any real attention when she pointed it out to me, but I knew her, she could only stay angry for so long.I’ve never taken her forgiving heart for granted, but I
CHARLOTTEI was in a daze, unable to fully process what had happened. All I felt was the detective’s hand on my arm, pulling me away, and my feet followed him until we reached the car that had brought us to the restaurant.He opened the door, told me to get in, looked around, then entered and instructed the driver to move as quickly as possible.Our driver, pale and visibly frightened, obliged as I kept looking back at the restaurant. The sound of the ignition starting and the engine revving pulled me back to the present, and I stared at my hands in shock.There were droplets of blood on them. I could feel something sliding down my forehead, but I was too terrified to check what it was.“Maria,” I muttered, turning to look at the restaurant, which had faded into the distance as the sound of police sirens grew louder.I lowered my hands, turned to the detective, and swallowed hard. I wanted to ask him if this was all just a dream, but his grim expression gave me the answer I was too af
CHARLOTTENo matter what I did, my mind always wandered to the picture of Thiago and me. I couldn’t place the feeling I had upon seeing it, but I knew that the night he had taken me home, I saw him take out his phone to do something.I had been drunk from the party and thought it was just a fuzzy memory at the time, but the more I thought about it, the clearer it became. Thiago had taken a picture of me, and then he had taken another of both of us.I could bet that in both pictures, I had been too inebriated to stop him.That was in the past now. The question that lodged itself at the back of my mind was, why?I desperately wanted to confront him about it, but I knew it was neither the time nor the place to do so. There were more pressing issues at hand, and I needed to attend to those first.We had gone through the gifts that had been sent earlier, and just when we thought it was over and things had quieted down, more gifts poured in.It irritated me as much as it fascinated me. I ha
ELENAThe day was going better than I had anticipated, and I hoped nothing would change that. I hadn’t spoken to Rogerio in a while, and quite frankly, my mental health had improved.I was still annoyed about being stood up at the church, that was a grudge I intended to carry for the rest of my life. If he wanted me to feel what it was like to be made a fool in front of everyone, he had succeeded.But now, it was time to stop playing games and actually set another date for the wedding.He seemed reluctant to do that, and it made me angrier by the minute, at least until Keisha suggested we take a trip out of Milan for a few days. She had some business to attend to in Mauritius and felt that a change of scenery would do me a lot of good.I reluctantly agreed but asked for two days to put some things in place. When I was certain that everything I wanted was going according to plan, I packed a few bags, and we left on her husband’s private plane. Well… it was hers now. He was dead, and ev