LOGINDarcieThe moment he stopped the car, I came down and walked into the mansion hurriedly so he wouldn't meet up with me. I moved faster, into the foyer and climbed the stairs. Then the hallway before finally getting to my room. I thought I was safe till I realized the door wouldn't close. Like something was on its way. I looked down, it's a shoe. Look up, it's Charles. I struggled to close the door and shove him but he was way stronger and barged in. Face filled with confusion. I moved away from him, and walked towards the window. He followed me and hugged me from behind. “Darcie, what is going on? You're avoiding me and it's stressing the fuck out out of my head.” I missed the way he held me like I was his only. I missed the scent of his cologne. “Charles.” I whispered as his hands tightened around my waist. “Why are you doing this?”“I said you should avoid me in school. I had my reasons.”“What?” His hands unwrapped slowly and he turned me effortlessly to face him. “Okay, fine.
Darcie.Steve caught the phone. It bounced in his hands and I covered my mouth with my hands, baffled.“Whoa. Easy.” He handed the phone back to Sloane, obviously thinking it's hers. “Thank you.” She says. “Sloane, please.” I rubbed my palms together, already tearing up. “Don't destroy it. I swear, I didn't ask Charles for it. He did it out of his good mind. You know my former phone is already outdated. I've managed it ever since. Please don't do this. Please.”She crossed her arms, phone still in her hands. Charles stepped into class and I wiped my tears so he wouldn't see it whenever he noticed me and Sloane sitting together. “So…” she began, then caught Charles going to his seat, his friends were with him too. “You mean, everything I told you about avoiding Charles, you didn't take warning?”“No. No. I'm doing as you say. I told him to stop talking to me. I told him I'm just his nanny but he just bought me the phone and urged me to accept it.”“I hate seeing expensive things in
Darcie I stood up. “What are you talking about?”He dragged his hands through his hair and let out a deep sigh. “I don't know. You're acting all weird. Are you sure you're okay?”I forced a smile. “Of course, Charles. I'm more than okay.”“So, why didn't you eat with me? We eat together, right? So, you can't just leave like you're avoiding me.” He frowned. “Are you avoiding me?”“No. No.” I nodded immediately. “It's almost late. We should go to school now.”He doesn't say a word before he finally does. “Fine.”I drank water and we went outside to his car. He drove us to school. As we stepped down from the car, Charles held my hands so we’d walk together. My body was shivering. Fear of Sloane, I saw someone that looked like her, staring at me and I pulled my hands out immediately, still staring when I realized it wasn't her. I placed my hands on my chest, feeling so sick and stupid. “Why'd you do that?” Charles stopped walking. “Do what?”“Why won't you let me hold you?” He complain
Darcie Charles had helped me arrange all the items in my room. My room was a bit more aesthetically pleasing than before. But with the bags and fancy things, it looks so beautiful. I'm just staring at the phone in his hands. He's helping me transfer my files into the new one. I would try my possible best to hide the phone away from Sloane. He grabbed my hands and walked me back to his room and we sat on the bed. Gosh, this was never the plan. The plan was to avoid him at all costs. Lock myself inside and tell him I don't want to talk to him anymore. Nothing is working and at this point, he's stupidly in love with me. Or maybe I should tell him later that he should avoid me in school for some reasons. “Um…Charles?” “Yes?”I steepled with my fingers. “I know I'm not supposed to be asking this question but I'm just curious to know. What about Arthur? Is he going to come back here when he's fine?”Charles paused. It's like Arthur's name made me forget about himself. That guy was terri
Darcie Charles' face twisted into confusion. “Darcie, I know that, but I'm not treating you like one. I don't want to treat you that way because I love you.” He mentioned, truthfully. I smiled. Not happily. More like forcing a smile out. “Don't. Don't do that.”“Darcie, I don't understand. What do you mean?”“All I'm saying is that the relationship between us should be strict. You shouldn't be allowing me in your room and I shouldn't let you in mine. We should create boundaries and…”“Boundaries.” His face hardened. “Boundaries, you say?”I couldn't stop myself from saying those words and I think I had made a mistake by being too blunt. I blinked and my chest was burning from fear and nervousness. It felt like I didn't have time. Like Sloane putting a timer on my body as a threat to quickly end things with Charles. I held myself from crying. I'll tell him but not immediately. I'd just give him little hints, then maybe he'd get tired and want the relationship over. “Darcie. What's w
DarcieThe moment Sloane got up and left, Steve got back inside, my lips twisted with scorm. I know he was just trying to help but his presence, I don't like. His attitude—in fact, this new attitude of trying to be close to me, trying to play a hero part, it felt annoying, strange and suffocating and I know Charles doesn't like him. Imagine what would happen if Charles is back and still doesn't want to stay away from me. I feel like I'm carrying a lot of bad responsibilities on my head. Being with Charles is hell when Sloane is there. And also, if Charles sees me with Steve, he'll react dangerously. But now, I chose to obey Sloane and avoid torture. I believe my greatest nightmare now is she and Genevieve. I want to avoid Charles. Do what they say and live a normal life as a nanny. “Are you feeling okay now?” Steve asked, taking a seat opposite the bed.A cold response escaped my lips. “Yes.”“Okay. Good.”“You can go back to class. I'm fine and I can handle myself.” I said, looking
DarcieReally? Was that servant part necessary? Genevieve gives me a lingering stare, then at Charles. Like a questioning look. “What is she doing here, Charles?”Charles laughed. “Oh, well. Arthur sent her here to deliver something.”“Oh.” She raises her brow, then whispers to Charles. “You know y
Darcie I don't know what the fuck that was about. But I planned. Next time I'd set a camera if I knew only us would be together. I'll show it to Charles. Or find Mr Sterling and let him know of the threat. That asshole. I kept on cursing him in my head all through. When I was done drying the cloth
Darcie I didn't talk to Charles. Even the next day. I made breakfast. Stood all through the way Arthur wanted it to be. Charles' had been looking at me but I didn't return the stare. I knew deep down he craved to talk to me but I gave him no chances. This family is cursed. They're all wicked. My e
Darcie I couldn't help but tilt my head, resting my cheeks against the cold floor that sting. Maybe I shouldn't have been so curious to know about my father. Well, now I understand that saying. Curiosity kills the cat. I tapped Charles' gently with my finger. He looked pissed off. I whispered. “I'







