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THE FOLLOWING DAY. The cab halted at Stonegazer Estate, Charlotte got down from the cab alongside with Jasmine. Charlotte had no other choice but to take her since she insisted on going with her. Charlotte bend over to Jasmine level, “Promise me you’d be a good girl, huh?” Charlotte asked and Jasmine nod immediately. “Yes mummy! I will be a good girl,” Jasmine instantly said, Charlotte caress her cheeks and they both walked in. Charlotte jaw dropped when she got to the Harrington Villa, it was so gigantic. The Villa was different from the one she went to 6years ago, in fact this Villa was the most beautiful building she has ever seen. She went to the security guard, “Good day, I’m here to see Brandon wells,” She asked the security guard while the man scanned her properly. “Charlotte Walker?” The man asked her and she nod immediately, “Go in, Sir Brandon is waiting for you,” The man instructed and she walked in with Jasmine. Charlotte thought she had seen it all, no, not until she entered the house, The well arranged grey couch made the living room look so classic, a painting was on the wall, an intoxicating fragrance flower vase by side. Charlotte couldn’t help but admire it all. “You must be Charlotte, right?” She heard someone’s voice behind her, it diverted her attention and turn around. A man walked towards her, he’s probably in his late 40s and judging on his look, ‘Is he the young master?’ Charlotte couldn’t help but think. “Yes sir and you’re,,,” “Brandon, The housekeeper and the personal to Mr. Astor,” Brandon introduced while Charlotte mouthed an ‘o’ ‘He’s not the young master,’ She muttered to herself. “Let me introduce you to the other staffs here before Mr Astor comes back,” Brandon offered taking the lead while Charlotte followed behind but she didn’t notice Jasmine has left her side. Jasmine took the stairs instead until she stopped at an half opened door, she went towards the door and went in and luckily for her, no one was in the room. “This bed is so big! Wow,” She exclaimed going towards it, then all of a sudden her eyes ran to a wall clock on the shelf beside the bed. Jasmine took it looking at the Barbie statue on the wall clock, she liked the statue “So cute! I will tell mummy to buy me one,” She muttered to herself and was about placing back on the shelf but her hand slipped and in a split seconds, the wall clock crashed badly on the floor. “WHAT THE FUCK…” Fear gripped Jasmine when she heard a thick voice behind, with trembling hands, she turned only to meet, A tall man who’s eyes has changed to deep brown scaring Jasmine, she started crying. “This Belinda, Roda, Delia and Quinn. These are the main staffs in the laundry area and I hope you get along,” Brandon introduced while Charlotte nod. “Nice to meet you all,” she waved at them. “Now, let me take you to the kitchen, the main reason you’re here,” Brandon told her and took the lead going to the kitchen. They got to the kitchen but he merely introduced them when he heard his name, “Brandon!” “Oh, Mr Astor is back, let me quickly attend to him,” Brandon left but Charlotte followed him to the living room where Astor was sitting. Charlotte stayed behind the door instead, she couldn’t see Astor face but was listening to their conversation, “Who brought a kid here?” She heard Astor question Brandon and that was then she remembered Jasmine. “J-Jasmine?” She called but no one responded behind her, she decided to peep and there, she found Jasmine sitting beside Astor. She gasped and came out from her hiding, “Jasmine!” She called while Jasmine ran into her arms. “Mummy!” Jasmine cried while Astor and Brandon watched the scene. “So, you’re her mother? And you think it’s sensible to bring her on your first day?” Astor asked rudely getting tired of the pathetic situation, Charlotte quickly pull away from the hug and titled her face, and when there eyes met, Astor was taken aback. His eyebrows arched in confusion, shock were written all over his face then a smirk came along, “Brandon, you might need to stop searching for her. I found her,” Astor said to Brandon without shifting his gaze away from Chatlotte. No one need to tell Charlotte who the man was, with the grey eyes he has and his deep brown hair, she instantly knew it was him, the man she slept with- Her baby father. Astor looked at Jasmine who has the same hair color and eyes as his, he smiled out. “Finally, you’re here-with my child,” “Marry Me.” the next words when shocked both Chatlotte and Brandon.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







