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CHAPTER ONE
—- Tears clouded in Charlotte Walker’s eyes, her vision became blurry and she shook her head hoping it’s not what she’s thinking, she held the test results tenderly and fearfully. She lifted her head up and looked at the doctor, “Dr. Sean, it’s not what I’m thinking right? Tell me this is a typo, it isn’t mine right?” She asked as tears dropped on the paper. Dr. Sean breathed out and lean forward to her, “I have been your family doctor since you were little, I can’t give you a wrong results- it’s yours, You’re 3weeks pregnant,” He confirmed once again. Charlotte felt her walls broken down, her eyes flood with tears and her head bangs continuously, this has to be a dream. She can’t be pregnant! “Dr. Sean, I-I can’t, I can’t keep this baby, doc. I barely had three square meals daily…talk-more of feeding a baby, doc,” She shuttered with trembling lips. Dr Sean furrowed his eyebrows, “Charlotte, Don’t tell me you’re thinking about aborting it?” He asked and Charlotte quickly cleanse her tears, she lean forward. “Will that work? I,,I don’t want a child now, doc,” She instantly said. “No, Charlotte. You can’t abort it. Remember you got an appendix surgery recently and it’s way too dangerous to do anything for now,” Dr Sean finalized.. Dragging her feet out of the doctor’s room, tears were flowing out of her eyes so freely. Nothing prepares her for this. Not after she has just divorced her husband, Williams. “I no longer need you, lotte. Let’s divorce and part ways. You’re useless and so dumb. I never loved you,” That were his words a month ago. He sent her out of his home out of the blue and that night turned into a nightmare for Charlotte. She got into a club, stupidly threw herself at a man in the club, begging him to sleep with her and ended up having a one night stand. Now, the result are visible in her hands. She’s pregnant for a stranger ! Just last weekend her landlord had said, “Pack out of the house! Your rent is due!” With no where to go, Charlotte stood at the hospital entrance feeling nothing but void. Her last hope was her friend, Elaine. She picked her phone and called. “Can I stay with you please?” “I’m sorry. I have to decline, my parent won’t allow a pregnant person in our home,” That was Elaine reply. Charlotte Walker felt broken. Shattered. All she dreamt of is to be a well known cook. Why is all of this happening to her? Even her stepmother don’t want to see her anywhere around her father’s house. “I’m leaving. Leaving this country! I want to come back better!” She told herself, packed her bags and left. ———— SIX YEARS LATER. “Is this where you grew up mommy?” Little Jasmine screamed standing beside her mommy. Her smile could brighten up one’s day. Charlotte smiled weakly at her, “Yes dear.” “Is this where Dad lives too?” Jasmine questioned, her curiosity visibly on her face like a plaster. Charlotte smiled awkwardly at her child. “What do you think? Yeah…” Jasmine didn’t hear the rest when she spread her arms into the air and giggles, “Yayy! I’m finally meeting Daddy?” Charlotte shrugs her shoulders, “If Daddy agrees to meet us. Always remember mommy loves you more than anything Huh? Now, let’s go to Elaine’s before we get late,” Charlotte simply said taking the child’s hand. She can’t believe she’s back here in the city that ruined her. Williams never reached out to her ever since then. Elaine kept in touch and through her Charlotte got a job as a cook. She sworn to love her kid wholeheartedly. A soft knock landed on Elaine’s door, “Yes?” She answered from inside. Opened it and welcomed Charlotte and her daughter into the house. Elaine pulled Charlotte into a hug. “I missed you! I’m sorry for the bad-” “Let’s forget about all that. Let’s talk about the new job you got me. Who am I working with?” Charlotte jumped in. “The Harringtons. You know Astor, don’t you? The multi-millionaire,” “Astor?” —— —————— (Stonegazer Estate-Harrington Villa) Fourteen maids lined up in respective order, in a neat black and white uniform with sparkling black baby shoe. “Is Young master back?” One of them whispered to another lady beside her. “Yes, he came home early this week,” The other lady replied and they both hissed. Then the front door opened and the young master walked in majestically, his blazer suit glamouring of wealth, his pouty lips were enough to turn the heads of the maids, His blue dazing eyes matched the blazer suit on him. That’s who he is, Astor Harrington. “Tell Brandon to meet me in my study room,” With that he went into his study room. Astor was flipping through the magazine when Brandon walked in. “I’ve been trying to reach you! Where did you go!” Astor snapped dropping the magazine. “I was hiring the new cook as instructed.” Brandon answered diligently. “Tsk. That’s a piece of cake. There’s a bigger problem. Find that lady from the other night, the one I had a one night stand with.” Brandon raised his eyebrows, “What-? Why now? Erm..if I may ask, why now?” “I want to marry her. I have a feeling she’s with my kid. I saw her and a kid few years ago. I need her and that kid now.” Astor instructed. “Why—” “Thats the only way to get my inheritance from father. He wants me to marry and give him a heir,”Astor sat in his study, a glass of whiskey in hand, his eyes staring out at the darkened sky beyond the tall windows. The room was unusually quiet.Charlotte stood by the doorway, unsure whether to step in. “You don’t have to stand there,” Astor said suddenly, his voice low. He didn’t turn to look at her, his gaze still fixed on the window.Charlotte hesitated for a moment before walking in. She sat on one of the leather chairs opposite him, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “You look like you have a lot on your mind,” she said cautiously.Astor finally turned, his eyes meeting hers. For once, his gaze softened. “A lot doesn’t even cover it,” he muttered, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.Charlotte waited, sensing there was more he wanted to say.“My family…” he began, trailing off as if searching for the right words. “It’s never been normal. Not even close. Everything has always been about power, control, and appearances.”Charlotte’s brow furrowed. She had expected Astor
Whispers Behind Locked doors “She has no shame..?” A lady in her late 40’s muttered. “Yes…I wonder how she did it.” Another added. “Well, who won't cling to man like the Harrington's?” One chuckled tapping one them. They were talking about Charlotte, unknown to them, Charlotte was there listening to all they were saying. Charlotte began to adapt to life in Astor’s mansion, though it was far from easy. The sheer grandeur of the place made her feel like a stranger. She felt unsettled. Their whispers followed her down the corridors, their judgmental stares a constant reminder that she was an outsider. Some of them smiled politely, but it never reached their eyes. Others barely hid their disdain. As for Jasmine? Nothing mattered to her anymore, she would run round the yard without being stopped, her happiness was pitched. Astor, meanwhile, remained as emotionally detached as ever. He was watching everything without engaging much. Yet, Charlotte noticed somethi
Bound By Shadows That evening, Charlotte stood outside Astor’s grand villa, her heart pounding as she stared at the massive iron gates.She hesitated, clutching her bag tightly, as Astor’s proposition replayed in her mind.The numbers had been staggering. Five million dollars!Enough to change her and Jasmine’s lives forever. But the price of accepting such a deal weighed heavily on her chest.She stepped forward reluctantly, pressing the intercom button. A voice crackled through, cold and sharp. “Who is this?”“It’s Charlotte Walker,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.There was a brief pause before the gates clicked open, swinging inward with mechanical precision. Charlotte swallowed hard and began walking, the crunch of gravel under her shoes echoing in the still evening air.By the time she reached the front door, Astor was already waiting. He leaned against the doorway, his grey-brown eyes unreadable as they swept over her. “7:30pm?”“You’re late,” he remarked coolly.Cha
Uninvited "She is not picking up!" Brandon lamented, holding his phone to his ear as he tried Charlotte's number again. The line rang endlessly before disconnecting, leaving a frustrating silence.Brandon stood, his eyes fixed on the phone, “how do I reach her now? Who can I contact?” He murmured to himself.Astor, who had been pacing, stopped abruptly. His piercing grey-brown eyes locked on Brandon. “Let me have it,” he said, his tone cold and impatient as he extended his hand for the phone.Brandon hesitated, but he handed it over. Astor quickly typed the number into his own device, his fingers moving swiftly. He hit the dial, but there was still no answer. “And her address?” Astor demanded, his voice sharp and cold.“Address? Oh! Address!” Brandon exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he remembered. “Thank goodness! She wrote that in her CV.”He hurried off, nearly tripping over himself in his rush to retrieve Charlotte’s file. It didn’t take long for him to return, a manila folder
All Rich People Are Just The Same“Where’s Charlotte?” Astor’s sharp voice rang out as Brandon approached the door, his tone laced with irritation.Brandon hesitated, his gaze flickering as he tried to put together the right response. “She left…” he said finally, his voice barely audible.Astor’s expression darkened immediately. “How could you just let her leave like that?” he barked, his voice rising as he stepped closer to Brandon.Brandon opened his mouth to respond but faltered, unable to find the words. The truth was, he hadn’t known how to stop her, or if he even should have.Astor ran out of patience. Grabbing Brandon by the shirt, he pulled him close, his grey-brown eyes filled with anger. “You are going to find her and bring her back. Did you hear me?”Brandon nodded quickly, his head bobbing as he stammered, “Y-Yes, sir.”Astor released him with a shove, stepping back and straightening his suit with a flick of his wrist. Without another word, he stormed out of the room, leav
The Proposal "Mr. Astor?" Brandon called, his voice steady but careful as he stood outside the heavy wooden door. There was a pause before the door cracked open, just enough for Astor’s sharp gaze to meet Brandon’s. His expression was unreadable, though his presence alone carried an air of command. Without a word, he gestured for Brandon to send Charlotte in. Brandon turned to Charlotte, who had been lingering just a few feet away, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She stiffened when their eyes met. “He’s ready for you,” Brandon said softly, gesturing toward the door. Charlotte hesitated for a moment, her fingers curling into the fabric of her sweater before she straightened her spine and took a step forward and entered the room. The door closed behind her with a soft click, sealing her in with Astor Harrington. Astor stood by the window, his back to her, his tall frame silhouetted against the faint afternoon light that streamed through the glass. He didn’t







