Charlotte: “Are you sure that’s him?” I asked, seeing how confused and startled Xavier was. “Of course,” Xavier replied. “This is a picture of him and his beta.” “The old lady did mention that my mother was impregnated by a beta, must be your father’s beta,” I said. The realization that my father and Xavier’s father belonged to the same pack was a profound one. “Today is filled with surprises,” I muttered, continuing to go through my mother’s things while Xavier stared at the picture in disbelief. There was a small necklace with my mother’s initials in the box. This was the first item in the box that excited me. I gently picked it up and turned towards the mirror in the room. I then wore it around my neck and felt a sense of peace. “Now you will always be with me, mother,” I muttered, trying hard so fight my tears. I was determined not to cry anymore and only focused on what’s next, now that I know the truth. “I know where your father might be,” Xavier said. Hearing him sa
Charlotte: Finding out my father didn't want me was one thing, but finding out that my mother, the only person who might have truly loved me, was dead is another. Xavier tried to calm me down by holding my hands, but I was just too upset. I had no idea what I expected to find out about my real parents, but this was way worse. A dead mother who suffered till death and an evil father was just so unexpected. “We should leave if we want to get home early,” I whispered to Xavier. As much as I enjoyed hearing stories about my mother, I could not stand to hear how much she suffered anymore. Xavier nodded his head in agreement, and after we both thanked the old lady for her help, Xavier offered her some money, but she refused. Instead, she walked closer to me and looked me straight in the eye. “Your mother loved you a lot, Lila. She was so strong and brought you to this world despite the many challenges she faced,” She stated. I was moved to tears by her words, but composed myself.
Charlotte “Alice,” the old man called, but there was no answer. “Alice,” The man called again. “Can you hear me at all?” He asked her. But Alice wouldn’t respond, she just kept moving very close to me and looking at me intensely like she had seen me somewhere before. I got so worried and Xavier even tried to move closer to where I was, and stood in front of me blocking the woman from seeing me but she wouldn’t stop. “Wait, Are my eyes deceiving me?” The woman finally said again, breaking the silence. I looked at the old man that brought us here and he looked just as confused. “Alice, what are you talking about? I brought these people to you so you could help them and now ——“ “Wait, Lila, Is this you?” Alice said again, pointing at me. At this point, I began to get so scared. “Who is this woman and why does she keep calling me Lila?” I asked myself. “Lila!” She called again, pissing me off. “Good day ma, My name is not Lila. I am charlotte.” I said firmly. “No,
Xavier We left Sophia’s office and immediately got in the car. I studied the address for a bit and then I began driving. After about 30 minutes of driving, it seemed like I was lost as I wasn’t getting any closer to any residential area. I tried to use a digital map but the signal was bad so I gave up. “Let’s just go back to the orphanage if you don’t get the place,” Charlotte said, breaking the awkward silence in the car. I didn’t say any more words and I just continued driving, hoping that I would find the place soon or even find someone that can help us with a clear description of the place. I stole a quick glance at Charlotte and noticed she looked a bit irritated. “Don’t worry, I’ll find the place soon.” I assured her and she just nodded without saying anything. After another 5 minutes of driving away from where we parked, I saw an old man who looked like he was taking a walk. I quickly stopped the car and heaved a sigh of relief. I was grateful we finally found
Xavier: Sleeping next to Charlotte didn’t seem like a good idea after the way she acted out. She seemed cranky, and all I wanted was to give her some space, but thanks to some receptionist mixing things up, I could not. “Over here,” one of the staff who helped us with our luggage said, pointing towards the door with the room number on it. “Let me,” I said to Charlotte, stretching my hands towards her. She handed the key to the room to me, and I opened up the door, but as I walked in, I was shocked by the arrangements in the room. There was a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, which was decorated with rose petals. There were also white candles placed around each corner in glasses. “Enjoy your honeymoon,” One of the staff said, placing our luggage beside me before walking out. “I’m really sorry about this, I will sleep on the couch,” I muttered to Charlotte, who didn’t seem sad about the situation we were in. “Don’t be sorry, the decoration is really pretty,” She repli
Charlotte: “Come in with me,” I said, trying my best to act composed. I then walked out of the car and stared at the orphanage building which looked so old. I could hear sounds of children crying but everything just did not bring back any memories. The building, the architecture, and everything I could see reminded me of nothing. “Are you ready to go in?” Xavier asked, startling me. “Yes,” I replied, nodding my head. I knew whatever I was about to see or hear about my real parents could not surpass the pain and agony I felt at my former pack. As we walked towards the gate of the orphanage home, Xavier kept staring and I could tell he was worried. “I’m fine, stop staring,” I said, knocking on the gate. After a while, a man who looked like he was in his mid-thirties came out. “Good morning, I need to see someone inside,” I said politely. “We are not taking visitors right now, come back next week,” The man replied rudely, trying to walk back inside. His actions instantly pis
Charlotte: I was happy Xavier brought up the topic of finding my real parents. I had also thought about it but couldn't talk to him because I was still angry. “How did I end up in an orphanage home,” I muttered, lying on the bed. The question kept running through my mind and for some reason, it scared me. I was glad Xavier offered to come as the real reason I insisted on going by myself was to know the exact truth about what happened to me. I could leave it to Xavier but I just do not trust him to tell me the complete truth. I knew I had to sleep immediately to wake up for the journey which was the next morning but I was still finding it hard to sleep. This had been going on since I found out about the adoption. I always found it difficult to sleep and when I finally do sleep, all I see is Lydia’s evil face mocking me for being a bastard and a failure. “I cannot wait to see the look on her face when I finally have my revenge on her,” I said to myself. I didn't know how the
Xavier: After Charlotte left, all I could think about was her and our conversation. Her sudden quest for revenge bothered me a lot. I began to wonder whether I did the right thing by trying to help her with it. If anything goes wrong in the process or she gets hurt, it will all be my fault because I could have stopped her but I didn’t. Despite everything she went through in Ashton’s pack, she had never talked to me about taking revenge. This made me realize the adoption must have hurt her so much. I wanted to badly explain myself to her, hold her in my arms, and assure her everything was going to be okay. “I should do it,” I stated, after minutes of contemplating. I rushed towards the door but just before I could open up, I heard a knock on the door. “Is she back again?” I muttered to myself, instantly opening the door. I was surprised to see Alessandro instead and wondered why he was there since I had no meetings or work to attend. “You look upset,” He said, staring at
Xavier: I’m afraid I might have ruined things with Charlotte. I desperately want to fix this and let her know how sorry I am, but there is no way I can do that. It had been almost thirty-six hours since I last saw her. I asked her maid to check in with her each time since I am the one she does not want to see but she always refuses to open up. I keep thinking of different ways to make this up to her but there was no way I could do anything with her locked up in her room. “I should have never hidden this from her!” I stated, pacing around the room when I heard a knock on the door. “Maybe things would be different if I had just shown it to her the minute I found out.” “Now is not a good time, Alessandro,” I said. “Reschedule whatever I have to do today.” “It’s Charlotte,” The voice replied. At first, I couldn't believe she was there but after opening the door, I realized it was really her. She looked really tired and from the eye bags on her face, it was so obvious that she ha