She's Not A Rose

Regina replied right away with a long message, clearly something she had prepared and was just waiting for me to ask. As I skimmed through it, I realized their drama was as ridiculous as a soap drama.Charlotte used to be called Daisy Jones. She was the housekeeper's daughter of the Dickson family. She and Charles were the same age and grew up together—childhood sweethearts, basically.On Charles' 18th birthday, Charlotte offered herself to him as a gift.When his parents found out, they were furious. They fired the housekeeper on the spot, gave them a large sum of money, and sent Charlotte overseas. Before she left, Charlotte secretly went to court and changed her name. She left Charles a letter before she went abroad."The old Daisy is gone. From now on, I'll be using your name as Charlotte Jones."Charles fell into a depression for a while until he met me. I looked a lot like Charlotte. That was enough to reignite whatever spark he had left."Charlotte Jones," I repeated the n

I was completely stunned. So, this was how he defined our relationship.Charles realized he'd said something wrong. He walked over and ruffled my hair. "Be good. Don't make a fuss. I was out of line just now."After he finished talking, he didn't even care about how I felt. He grabbed his jacket and left. I sat on the couch, not understanding what was going through his head.He'd clearly been in love with someone else all along, yet he still chose to be with me. Then, when I finally started to care about him, he turned around and went after other women. And now that his true love was back, I offered to leave, but he wouldn't even take that.He didn't love me, but he wouldn't let me go. I thought about it for a while and couldn't figure out how his mind worked.I guess I could only blame it on him being a jerk. He really thought he could have it all. Well, he might be a jerk, but I was dead set on leaving him for good.After we parted on bad terms, Charles didn't contact me for a

The man held out his hand to me and introduced himself. "Hello, Ms. Borne. I'm Jordan Paterson. I'm working here as a village officer. Just graduated from college in Hullston."Mr. Borne said you want to build a school in the village, so I'm here to get some details."He was nothing like any man I'd met in Hullston. He wore a simple black tank top and had a buzz cut. His eyes were sharp, and he looked distant and unapproachable. The bare arms he showed had clearly defined muscles.His identity and appearance were so at odds that I couldn't process it right away."A village officer fresh out of college?"He looked at me, his dark eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. "Why? Do I not look like a fresh graduate, or do I not look like a village officer?"Jordan was efficient. That very day, he called together other village officers from the surrounding villages to discuss building the school.They were from colleges all over, full of passion and eager to help. They just hadn't foun

Charles wouldn't give up and moved into a hotel in town. He waited at the school gates every day. Jordan wanted to go talk it out with him, but I didn't want him caught up in my old relationship drama, so I stopped him."Just ignore him. He doesn't matter to me. One day, he'll get it through his head and leave."So, the villagers got used to seeing this strange sight every day. Jordan and I walked side by side up ahead while Charles trailed after us, glaring at Jordan like a kid whose favorite toy had been snatched away.In the end, we couldn't hide it from my father. He got so angry that he charged Charles with his walking stick."You haven't hurt my daughter enough? Now you come here to ruin her reputation? "Don't think you can push us around just because your family's got money. I'm not scared of you. I won't let you bully my daughter!"Charles didn't dodge. He took those blows head-on."Mr. Borne, I know you're angry because of what I did to Chloe. Everything that happened