تسجيل الدخول“Charlotte, it’s…”“Because you are afraid? That I will come after you since my identity and position have changed?”They all looked at each one of them and then shifted nervously.I let out a laugh, just a small one. “You know what? It’s fine. I don’t need any of these. Your apology. Your help. Or whatever. Because if you truly meant all what you said, you would not be here.” I said.“Then what do you want us…”I didn’t even let her finish before I turned and walked away. Straight toward Alex. “Hey, sister,” Ciara’s voice rang out, dripping with sweetness. “You know, you really have an amazing man here. He’s actually very funny.” I watched her hand slide onto Alexander’s suit, brushing at it as if dusting something invisible.“I can’t believe he could be so sweet to me.”“Is he?” I asked, reaching out and catching her finger as if picking out dirt on Alex.Before she could react, I twisted it just enough to make my point and didn’t release it until she let out a sharp cry.“What do
My eyes scanned the room until they landed on Ciara, only to see that triumphant smile on her face, and that was when I realized that she was the one behind this.So, this was her so-called gift.How childish. For her to think I would flop was laughable. Because why wouldn’t I deliver a perfect speech without assistance when every public address Clyde had ever given was written by me?She really underestimated me.I also returned her smile and then her own started fading, confusion flickering across her face. Filled with satisfaction, I turned to the front again, and began.“Distinguished guests, respected partners, and everyone present here tonight…” I paused briefly, letting my gaze sweep across the room. “Today is not just a milestone for me, but for the Sinclair Group as a whole. This company was built on vision, resilience, and an unrelenting pursuit of excellence and I stand here, deeply aware of the legacy I am stepping into.But legacy is not something we simply inherit. It
The car door opened, and my heels touched the ground.“Miss Sinclair, this way.”“Miss Sinclair! Please, a comment!”The camera flashes in every direction, while I took a small pause beside the car, lifting my chin slightly as I offered them a light smile and a small wave. Almost immediately, security moved in, forming a barrier as my secretary guided me forward onto the red carpet stretching ahead.I walked with practiced grace, pausing briefly for photographs before finally stepping into the grand hall.“Today marks a beautiful beginning for the Sinclair Group as we celebrate the inauguration of its new CEO,” the announcer’s voice resonated across the room while I just went around and greeting the guest.One by one.With my secretary right beside me, quietly introducing each person just before I approached them.“That’s Mr. Halvorsen, head of Kellenton Energy.”With a faint smile, I extended my hand to him. “Mr. Halvorsen, it’s a pleasure meeting you. Thanks for honoring my invite.”
***FLORA’S POV***I had been living like a ghost for the past two weeks, and it had been nothing short of hell.I barely went out. And when I did, I had to cover my face—burns still visible from what Clyde had done to me. Even then, when someone managed to recognize me and follow, I always found a way to lose them.My phone had become a graveyard of missed calls and unread messages. I stopped opening them because nothing ever came from them that was good.My agency dropped me within forty-eight hours of the story breaking. My endorsements vanished—cancelled, terminated, contracts pulled so quickly it felt like they had been waiting for an excuse. Three brands I had worked with for years released public statements distancing themselves from me.Even my own family held a press conference.And I was forced to watch my mother stand in front of cameras, saying they were deeply ashamed of me, that my actions did not reflect their values, and offering their “sincerest apologies” to the publi
My hand tightened around the strap of my bag as her words echoed in my head, refusing to settle.But I tried…really so hard to push it down. Because no matter what had happened, no matter how much time had passed… I could never hate her.She was still my little girl.My hand lowered slowly, and I pulled her into my arms.She broke down immediately, crying so hard against me it felt like she had been holding everything in for far too long.“It’s okay,” I murmured, gently patting her back. “It’s alright.”That was when I noticed them—Clyde’s mother and Diana standing a short distance away. They were the ones who had brought her here.But I didn’t look at them for long.I kept my focus only on her. Just her.When her crying finally eased, I gently pulled her back and crouched to her level, wiping her tear-stained cheeks with my thumb.“Oh look at you,” I said softly. “You’ve ruined your beautiful face. What did I always tell you? You that you don’t look cute when you cry. So why are you
****CHARLOTTE’S POV***I heard his name before I even saw the screen. The news anchor’s voice cut through the quiet of the living room, and then Clyde’s face filled the television—his image plastered across a breaking news report about a car accident.It was reported that he was in serious condition and had been rushed to the hospital immediately, with no certainty that he would make it.But I knew he would.He couldn’t just die like that.God wouldn’t be that cruel to take him away before I’d made him pay for everything he had done to me.Alexander was beside me on the sofa. I felt him turn toward me before he even spoke. He had always been good at reading me, and I already knew what was coming the moment he opened his mouth.“Charlotte,” his voice was gentle. “Do you want to go?” he asked.But he was wrong this time. Because I really had no plan on seeing him. Well it might be nice to go there and mock him but I didn’t have that time.I looked at the screen for one more second, then
I scoffed.Disgraceful? A common street woman?Then what would we call his and Flora’s action?Another message came in,“But… after thinking about it, I realized few of your words are right. I have been totally unfair to you recently.”My brows lifted slightly, not in surprise, but in disbelief.
“Ah.” Lynn said the single syllable as though it explained and forgave a great many sins. Dianna just rolled her eyes. While Flora’s expression tightened—just for second, before she masked it with a brittle smile. I had no doubt she would confront Clyde later, demanding to know why I deserved a
Charlotte.” Clyde’s voice came sharp. “You said we were putting the past behind us. So why are you bringing it back up? Are you trying to make her feel guilty?”“I’m only asking a question,” I said.“Genevieve didn’t mean anything by it,” Flora added, her expression doing that wounded, patient thin
***CHARLOTTE’S POV***“You know,” I said softly, keeping my tone measured, “now that I think about it… I think I may have overreacted.”Clyde turned away from me and poured himself a glass of water, the sound of it filling the silence between us.“I thought you left,” he said after a moment. “I ass







