~Adam
Dylan entered with Eleanor, hand in hand. I observed them with frustration, but as the older brother, I suppressed my anger, maintaining my pride and ego.
"I'll be in my room," I informed Albert, wheeling away from the two betrayers by my side.
Dylan appeared shocked, mouth agape, while Eleanor struggled to conceal the shame of entangling herself with two brothers. I gave them a stern gaze as I prepared to leave.
My grandfather, Albert, called after me as I walked away. "Adam, wait. What's happening? Why are you marrying Charlotte and not Eleanor?"
He turned to Dylan, "What's going on?" No response from Dylan. Albert halted me and inquired, "Why is Dylan holding hands with Eleanor in a disturbing manner? What's happening?"
I met his gaze and replied, "Dylan and Eleanor betrayed my trust. I believe Dylan is in a better position to answer your question ." I left without further explanation.
The next morning, thoughts of visiting Charlotte's mother filled my mind. I quickly dialed her number. "Hey," I greeted.
"Good morning," Charlotte replied.
"I'll be visiting your mom this morning. Should we meet at your place or a cafe?"
Charlotte suggested a cafe.
"Great. Expect me in the next 30 minutes. I'll pick you up," I said before hanging up.
I picked up Charlotte and her mom, Mrs. Gilbert, from their house. We headed to a five star Cafe with the view of the Ocean.
Upon entering, we attracted attention and whispers from onlookers. Suddenly, journalists approached, bombarding us with questions about my relationship with Charlotte. Another joined in, and before I knew it, we were surrounded. "Is it true you plan to marry your brother's ex-girlfriend? Please tell us your reasons."
Seeing Charlotte and her mother uncomfortable, I called my chauffeur, Arthur, to help usher the reporters away. In moments, the commotion subsided. Charlotte took a deep breath, and her mother, who seemed unwell, relaxed in her chair.
"I'm sorry for all that," I said with a warm smile, acknowledging the disruption.
I signaled a waiter and asked Charlotte what she'd like – she opted for coffee and a sandwich. Turning to Mrs. Gilbert, I inquired, "And for you, ma'am?" She replied with a warm smile, "I'll have the same."
After the waiter served us, we ate in silence. Charlotte's mom broke the quiet with a cough, then raised a question. "I hear you want to marry my daughter, Charlotte, in a contract marriage. Won't that cause issues between you and your brother, Dylan?"
I dropped the cutlery I was holding, picked up a handkerchief, and stared at Charlotte while I spoke. She appeared a little bit shy. "No, ma'am, Dylan and I have that resolved," I said. She tried to cut in, but I continued, "Charlotte and I will only be married for six months. Afterward, she has a lot to gain in return."
"Okay, that's fine," Mrs. Gilbert said.
My gaze shifted back to Charlotte, who was still eating. I inquired, "Charlotte, when do you plan to move into the mansion?"
She replied, "Oh, about that, I would prefer to do so after our wedding tomorrow. I believe that's the right thing to do."
"Okay," I replied. "If you're finished, we can drop off your mom at home and then go check out the rings. What do you say?"
"Sure, I'm done," Charlotte said, hastily finishing her sandwich. We all stood up and left the cafe.
After dropping off Charlotte's mother at home, we drove to the jewelry shop to check out the rings.
I selected a ring that caught my eye as suitable for Charlotte. "How about this one? Do you like it?" I asked. Charlotte tried it on but declined, opting for another with a diamond. "Let's go with this," she said. I looked into her eyes and smiled, saying, "Sure, whatever you want," which brought a smile to Charlotte's face.
"Let's head to the mansion; you need to meet with your designer for your dress and other things."
At the mansion, Charlotte and I entered. Dylan and Eleanor were in the garden, deeply engaged. As soon as Dylan noticed us, he approached us asking Charlotte, "Why have you chosen to marry my brother, Charlotte? What did he say to you? What did he offer you?"
He placed a hand on her shoulder, gazing into her eyes. "You know you don't have to do this, right?"
Charlotte stood there, tears welling in her eyes. She tried to speak, but I gently took her hands. "Let's go inside; we have better things to focus on," I said, leading her indoors and ignoring Dylan and Eleanor.
"Yeah, right, that's all you two are good at—walking away from problems. You deserve each other, cowards!" Dylan cursed at us.
My anger surged; had it not been for my condition , Dylan wouldn't recognize his face after I'm finished with him.
I led Charlotte to a private dressing room, where a rack of beautiful wedding dresses awaited her. Charlotte's eyes lit up as she ran her fingers over the delicate fabrics. "These are all so beautiful," she said, her voice filled with wonder.
"I'm glad you like them," i said.
Charlotte began trying on the dresses, I offered my opinions. I was careful not to be too critical, not wanting to hurt her feelings more, as she already had a bad day.
I watched as Charlotte put on the next dress, and I was blown away by how stunning she looked. The fabric clung to her body in all the right places, and the intricate beading shimmered like diamonds.
When she turned to face me, I could see the wonder in her eyes.
After Charlotte made her choice about her wedding dress, I offered to take her home.
Charlotte and I made our way to the car, and Arthur helped her into the passenger seat. Then, we pulled out of the parking lot, and suddenly, two black jeeps pulled up, blocking our path.
I looked over at Charlotte, and she was trembling.
"What the hell is going on?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
~ Charlotte My heart was pounding as I watched the two black jeeps pull up beside us. I turned to look at Adam, expecting to see him looking as concerned as I was, but to my surprise, he was completely calm, almost nonchalant. In fact, he even seemed to be enjoying the situation. As the man from the jeep got out, Adam laughed and greeted him warmly. "What's up, buddy?" he said, shaking hands with the man. "How's the family?" I could only stare in disbelief. I thought we were being attacked. Adam turned to me with a smile on his face, "It's all fine. These guys are my friends from the military. That's how we greet each other, it's just a thing we do. I promise you, you're perfectly safe." He said smiling. I smiled back at him, with my heart still pounding in my chest. "It's fine", I said, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Adam turned his gaze to his friends. "Your rooms have been prepared in the mansion," please make yourselves c
~ Charlotte I felt the pain like a jolt of electricity, and everything seemed to slow down. I looked at the knife, its glistening blade stained with my blood. I could hear the sound of the congregation gasping, and I looked up to see their faces, frozen in horror. I couldn't believe what was happening, and I struggled to understand the reality of the situation. I looked down at Adam, and saw his face contorted in pain and fear. I felt myself falling, the pain in my stomach intensifying. I couldn't move, and I was powerless to stop the descent. I landed on the ground with a thud, my body limp. I could hear Adam shouting for help, his voice filled with panic. All I could do was lie there, watching as people ran around in a state of confusion. Finally, an ambulance arrived, and two paramedics rushed to my side. They lifted me onto a stretcher and carried me to the ambulance. Adam watched as the paramedics placed me in the ambulance and closed the doors. As the ambulance p
~ Charlotte I woke up with a start after the terrible dream that I had. my heart pounding. It took me a moment to remember where I was, and then it all came rushing back to me: the attack, the hospital, the aftermath. Months had passed since then, and still Adam hadn't told me anything about the attacker, or what he wanted. I had no idea what business he had with Adam, and it made me question everything. Had I made a mistake in marrying Adam? Was he the man I thought he was? My thoughts spiraled, and I felt like I was drowning. And then, in the back of my mind, a dark thought crept in what if the attacker came back? What if he was angry that he hadn't gotten what he wanted, and he was going to come for me? I felt a shiver of fear run down my spine. I imagined him, creeping up on me, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I could feel my heart racing, my chest tightening. I tried to push the thought away, but it kept coming back, stronger each time. What if he was out there
Dylan's POVI sat at the dining table, seething with anger. My grandfather had just promoted Charlotte, of all people, to be the new COO of the company. How could he do this to me? After all I've done for him, all the years of hard work I've put in, he was just going to throw it all away by giving the promotion to her. I couldn't believe it. I felt betrayed, angry, and hurt. Without thinking, I stood up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me."Dylan, come back here, I won't have you walk out on me !" I heard my grandfather call after me. I stormed up to my room, slamming the door behind me. I was fuming, and I needed to vent. I picked up my phone and dialed Eleanor's number. She answered on the second ring. "Hey babe, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with concern."You won't believe what just happened," I said, my voice shaking. "My grandfather just promoted Charlotte to be the new COO."Eleanor was silent for a moment. "Are you sure?" she asked. "I thou
~CharlotteAdam and i sat in the living room, talking about the board meeting that had taken place earlier today day. But then, the memory of the attack a month ago came rushing back to me. "Adam," i said, my voice trembling. "I've been having weird dreams about the attack. I keep feeling like it's not over, like the attacker is going to come back. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice." I know it's just my imagination, but it feels so real. I can't help but feel like something bad is going to happen."Adam reached out and took my hand. "It's just your imagination, Charlotte," he said, his voice reassuring. "Nothing is going to happen, I already sorted him out. I promise nothing bad is going to happen to you. Please, don't worry.""I'm just so scared," i said staring into Adam's eyes.And than I decided to ask the big question, unsure if Adam will answer it."Adam," i began, my voice wavering. "Did you return the thing that belonged to the attacker?"But Adam just turned
~Charlotte I turned my head and saw my Adam in the doorway.His face was pale and his eyes were full of horror. "What's going on?" He asked, his voice shaking. "Why is Dylan here? What's happening?"I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I was too stunned to speak. Dylan turned to leave, a smug look on his face. As he reached the door, he paused and looked back at Adam. "How does it feel when your wife is still in love with her ex, your brother," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "It's not my fault that she loves me and not you," Dylan said, his voice mocking. "Maybe you should take a good look in the mirror and figure out what you're doing wrong."Adam stared at Dylan, his face burning with rage. He clenched his fists, his jaw set. He wanted to punch Dylan, to make him feel the same pain that he was feeling.But he couldn't, probation because of his condition."Just get out," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "I don't ever want to see you in my room."Dylan sm
~CharlotteI hesitated, not sure what to say. I looked around, wondering if Jasmine was coming back soon. But she was nowhere to be seen. The man was still standing there, his eyes fixed on me. Finally, I said, "I'm not sure that's a good idea.""Why not?" he asked, his smile turning into a smirk. "I'm just offering to buy you a drink. What's the harm in that?"I felt myself starting to panic, and I could feel my heart beating fast. I tried to think of an excuse, but my mind was blank. "I'm waiting for someone," I blurted out, my voice trembling. "My friend should be back soon."The man's smirk faded, and he gave me a puzzled look. "You sure about that?" he asked, sounding skeptical. "You looked pretty alone when I saw you."I shifted in my seat, wishing that I could disappear. "I'm sure," I said, my voice firm. "She'll be back any minute."I hoped that my lie would convince him to leave me alone. But to my dismay, he just stood there, looking at me expectantly.Then my phone ra
~Charlotte I crept into the mansion, trying to avoid drawing attention to myself, not wanting to face Adam after what I had done. I felt a deep sense of shame and remorse.As I tried to sneak past the garden, I noticed Adam sitting there, his wheelchair turned towards the house. My heart stopped as I saw him. He turned his head and smiled at me, motioning to the empty space beside him. "Charlotte, please come," he said, his voice soft and inviting.My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to run away, to hide from the shame and guilt I felt, but a part of me wanted to go to him, to explain myself. I was paralyzed, unable to move."Please," Adam said again, his smile fading.I stood there, frozen in place, my heart racing. I was terrified of what Adam would say, of the look of disappointment or disgust I was sure to see on his face. I felt so torn, so conflicted. I couldn't seem to move, couldn't seem to do anything but stand there and stare at Adam."Charlot