Third Person POV "What? You will what?" "I will raise my child." His eyes beamed authority "No." Charlotte began to feel scared. She didn't want Derik to lay claim on her baby at all, neither does she want her child to be called a bastard "Please, Mr. Miller, let me go away with this Child." I said as my voice began to shake "If I have to kidnap you, then I would Charlotte. Do you understand?" Charlotte made no reply, the words had gone down her heart. 'Is this really happening to me? Is my Mother's fate going to resurface?' She thought The next ride was a silent drive. Derik got to the school and Charlotte got out of the car. She didn't know what to say but one thing is for sure, she was not giving the baby up. She turned around and walked towards the school. But not long after she walked, she heard something nearby, someone shouted "Charlotte?"She looked to the other side of the school gate. There was a Bugatti parked by the road beside that car door a tall and handsome man
Charlotte's POV Who could have thought I would ever reveal my true identity to anyone, a secret I had sworn not to expose. And now, I'm saying this to Mr. Miller. "You are what?" his voice so domineering. I turned my face down, unable to meet his gaze. "I beg you, Mr. Miller, let me run away with my baby." "Your baby? Don't make this more difficult than it already is, Charlotte. Why don't you give my child to me, and you can leave. I will pay you a huge amount of money, enough to sustain you for a lifetime." "What?" I was shocked by Derik's statement "I'm offering my child a life full of luxury, can't you see? Tell me, Charlotte, what do you have to give the child, huh? What do you have other than your pride? You take up several jobs to feed yourself. When you give birth, will you keep doing that? Oh! Do you think Ethan Lockwood will help you Willingly?." He chuckled "He will offer to sleep with you and you will willingly give yourself to him because you are a slut!" He barely f
Charlotte awoke to the sound of a machine beeping in an unfamiliar room, her body throbbing with pain. "Arghhhh! Where am I?" she muttered, placing her hand on her forehead, attempting to piece together her shattered memory. "You're in the hospital, are you okay?" a familiar voice asked. "Argggh!" Suddenly, she remembered what happened. "My child!" she exclaimed, realization dawning. "How is my baby?" "Charlotte, take it easy," Derik said, his tone heavy with sadness. "Mr. Miller, is my child okay?" "The baby is gone," Derik disclosed, his heart broken, his breath heavy with the weight of the burden he carried. "What do you mean, gone?" she asked, trying to comprehend his words. "You were bleeding," he explained simply. "No!" she shook her head, unable to accept that her first child was gone. "No," she repeated countless times, refusing to believe the news, screaming and yelling in anguish over her lost child. Charlotte couldn't bear it anymore. She pulled the drip
Charlotte, pushed to the front of her father, who sat in a wheelchair, by two men, wore a face filled with rage. "The esteemed Mr. Lockwood is truly capable. He can even stoop to kidnapping in broad daylight," she said. Upon releasing her, the men let her feet touch the ground. Despite being in pain, she stood resolutely. James waved his hand, and the men departed. He coldly ordered, "Take a seat." "No, thanks." "Are you trying to annoy me?" "I've already said it, my name is Charlotte Jenner." "Even with the surname Jenner, you still have Lockwood blood." "That's why I always feel sick. Why did you summon me here?" "Why are you with Derik Miller?" He asked coldly. "It's my business." "What? Are you in need of money? Is that why you got pregnant by him?" He chuckled. "You fool!" Charlotte glared at him, feeling judged by her biological father for associating with the wealthy for financial gain. Heh, how laughable. "You didn't inherit any good traits from your mother, only
It was 9pm at the bar, Charlotte's Night shift. She was wearing a suit and was shuttling through the crowd. She was ordering wine, delivering orders, and her legs were nimble. Amongst the crowd, she was exceptionally eye-catching. She had a tall ponytail, a pretty face, and a slim figure. Even though she was wearing a conservative work uniform, she could still be noticed at first glance.It was because of this that she was often stopped by guests who did not follow the rules and asked how much they wanted for a night, just like now. A short, pot belly middle aged man came to her as usual like other men. She glanced at him with a smile, "Sir, I'm sorry. I'm just a waiter here." "Pfft, what are you pretending to be so Honorable for? you just need to accompany me to the room tonight." "I'm afraid, I'm not into men sir" "What do you mean," the man said, glaring at her "No, I'm telling you, I like women." she said with a smile The man was stunned for a moment. According to h
Derik chuckled "Well, my mother used to bring me here to listen to the peaceful sound of the sea," she continued "noone comes here. Every time I feel sad, I will come here to sit for a while. This place is very peaceful place.As long as I sit here with the sea breeze, listen to the sound of the sea, and look at the beautiful night sky, I feel that life is still pretty good, and the future is still pretty promising, don't you think?" Derik didn't say anything but listened attentively as she spoke. she looked so beautiful with a lot of problems. He felt she was just too delicate and frigal for everything she has been going through and for the first time, He wanted to help her. she chuckled, "I shouldn't be saying this. Oh! look, the sky is so beautiful" she pointed above her head and he raised his head to look at the brautiful night sky. He raised his eyebrows. "How did you find me anyway?" she asked after a while, how did you know i was going to be at the bar?" "I needed to
The courtroom crackled with tension as Derik sat stiffly beside Charlotte and the lawyer he had hired, the best lawyer in the world. His eyes fixed on Jessica, the woman who had torn his world apart.Charlotte, on the other hand, was cold, her hands shivered as her wounds were opened again. She couldn't help but remember her tragic past. The feeling of being pushed down the stairs, the pain of losing her first child. Her emotions were just like how she lost her mother twelve years ago when she lost her mother. She stared into space as heaviness clouded her mind.Derik sensed the tension in her heart and saw her clustered hands shaking, couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He felt it was his fault, if he had not met Jessica that night, if he... emotions clouded his mind. He placed his hand on Charlotte's shivering hands and turned to look at her, "Justice will be served, I promise you."Hearing those words, tears began to flow from her eyes. He gently pulled her into his embrace, feeli
The next morning, they left in a car. On the way, he asked her, "Do you have plans for tonight?"She looked at him. "Working.""Cancel. I have a wine shop to attend tonight. Accompany me there. Consider it as the reward for helping you out of the predicament at the bar last time.""I thanked you""As far as I am concerned, that was not thanks. Rather, it is a form of torture for drinking that bitter coffee. To make the me feel comfortable would be to thank him.""This man is...." He tilted his head and smiled, looking out the window.When the driver saw this scene in the rearview mirror, he silently thought to himself, His big boss was actually smiling because of a woman, is this some kind of miracle?When class ended in the afternoon, she had just left school when she was picked up by the secretary arranged by Derik The secretary took her to buy a dress, put on makeup, and a haircut. Standing in front of the mirror, she almost couldn't recognize herself.Although her face was still th