Mag-log inCharlotte
"We're here." Rhys informs me, stepping out of the vehicle.
Someone pulls my own side of the door open and I step out, sunglasses protecting me from the glare of the sun. Rhys' secretary Joan had arrived earlier, arms full of shopping bags. I chose a green cowl neck blouse, wide legged white pants, and five inch Louboutins for today.
I look nothing like the perfect wife Kevin used to know. I even washed off the dark hair dye, leaving my lush red locks to fall down to my back.
Together, Rhys and I march into the building, attracting attention and whispers.
"Isn't that Kevin Anders wife? What's she doing with him?"
"Who is that man?"
"Wait, is that Rhys Van Allen?"
"He's Kevin's bastard brother, isn't he?"
We ignore everything till we're in the elevator. I check my reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator. I finally look and feel myself after over a year of pretending to fit in as Kevin's pitiful wife. My lipstick is a dark red, my lashes are dark with mascara and I look fearless.
"Mr. Van Allen, they're waiting for you in the conference room." Joan informs Rhys.
He leads me to a room at the end of the hall. I hear Kevin whining about being kept waiting and having important things to do with his day. I roll my eyes. Important things like attend to his pregnant side chick I guess.
"The CEO is here." One of the suited men says as we step in.
Kevin stands up from his chair. "Finally." He turns around and goes still, blood draining from his face. "Y-you! what are you doing here?"
"Two run ins in one day," Rhys says sardonically. "I'm beginning to think you're stalking me, Kevin."
"You can't possibly be the CEO!" my ex spits. "This must be some mistake. You're just a good for nothing son of my father's whore."
I can feel the man at my side go as stiff as a board at Kevin's careless words. One of the suits jumps up, looking outraged.
"How dare you speak to Mr. Van Allen in that manner! If I were him, I'd never offer you a partnership." The man snarls.
Kevin's eyes go wide and then a smile takes over. "It was merely a joke. As a matter of fact, Rhys is my step brother. We're family."
"Is that so?" I laugh.
His gaze swings to me, taking me in. I immediately spot the desire in his eyes as he looks me over. "Of course. After his mother took him and disappeared years ago, I felt shattered, like I'd lost more than a brother. I guess the business genes really run in us, hunh? "
Rhys throws his head back and lets out a sharp bark of laughter. "Business genes? Is that what you call the mess you've made of your company. You're not a good actor, Kevin. Your act isn't fooling anyone."
"Come on, bro_" the fool tries to charm his way out of this mess. "No matter what, we're still family, and family should always have each other's backs."
"Really?" Rhys grins. "Because what I remember is family tossing me and my mother out like diseased dogs and warning us to never come back, even though you knew she was sick and wouldn't survive on the streets."
Kevin's face crumples into a mask of fake sympathy. "I didn't know about all that, brother. I was told that it was your choice to leave. There's a family dinner on Sunday, why don't you come around and we can clear the air."
"Ugh, you're so pathetic." I snap. "You're not fooling anyone, Kevin. We all know that you'd do anything to make Rhys sign the partnership contract with your sinking company. Don't waste your breath. It won't work."
"Shut your mouth, Charlotte." My ex growls. "You know nothing. You think you've hit the jackpot because Rhys fucked you a few times? I always knew you were a loose street rat, but I never knew you'd stoop low enough to cheat on me with my brother."
If he thinks his words can hurt me, he really doesn't know me. What a goddamn hypocrite. "Congratulations by the way. I heard your mistress is finally going to give you an heir."
He sneers. "Something you couldn't achieve in over a year together."
I smirk. "I guess you were too stupid to even realize that I was on birth control this whole time."
Just then, my phone starts ringing. I excuse myself when I see it's from the hospital. I hurry down the hallway and pick the call.
"Hello, this is city base hospital. I'm speaking to Mrs. Anders, right?"
"Just call me Charlotte." I'm sick of hearing people refer to me by that name.
"Of course. I'm calling to inform you that your mother is finally awake. You can come and visit her." The man's voice says.
"Thank you very much, I'll be right there."
I hurry to the elevator, excited to finally see my mother. I can't wait for her to be fully recovered, so we can finally take the trip we've always wanted to take.
It's only when I run into Joan at the foyer downstairs that I remember that Rhys and I have a deal. "Please inform Rhys that I had to run to the hospital to see my mother. Give him my apologies."
"Of course, ma'am. I hope it's nothing bad."
I grin. "It calls for celebration as a matter of fact."
I rush out and jump into a cab waiting at the curb. "Take me to city base hospital please. No, in fact, stop at the bakery three blocks from here first." My mother has a sweet tooth and will be glad to finally eat something nice after so long.
The car pulls away from the Vertico office building. I hear the sound of loud horning. My head snaps up just as the approaching truck makes impact. The whole world turns upside down for a second. And then pain rocks through me before everything goes black.
Rhys"So she was taken. Forcibly.""That's what the evidence suggests, yes." Detective Sarah meets my eyes. "Mr. Van Allen, I need to ask you something. And I need you to be completely honest with me.""Of course.""Do you know anything about a warehouse fire that occurred last night? One belonging to Anders Corporation?""I saw the news this morning. Why?""Because Michael Anders was released on bail two days ago. And this morning, he filed a complaint claiming you were responsible for the arson.""That's absurd.""Is it?" Her gaze is penetrating."Detective, I didn't burn down that warehouse." I lean forward. "And frankly, I'm insulted that you'd come here asking me about a building when Charlotte's mother is missing.""I understand your frustration, Mr. Van Allen. But I have to follow every lead, and right now, Michael Anders is making some very serious accusations."I lean back in my chair, forcing myself to think clearly. "You said Michael was released on bail two days ago?""Tha
Rhys"How did you get in here?""Money opens doors, Rhys. You should know that by now." He pushes off from my desk and takes a few steps toward me. "Though I suppose you're still learning. New money always is."I don't take the bait. "What do you want, Michael?""What do I want?" He laughs, but there's no humor in it. "I want a lot of things. I want my son out of jail. I want my company back. I want my reputation restored." His smile vanishes. "But right now, I'll settle for an explanation.""An explanation for what?""Don't play stupid with me." His voice hardens. "My warehouse burned down last night. Eleven PM. Total loss. Millions of dollars in inventory, gone."I meet his gaze steadily. "I heard about that. Terrible accident.""Accident?" Michael's eyes narrow. "It was arson. The investigators already confirmed it. Someone deliberately set that fire.""Then I'm sure the police will find whoever's responsible.""The police." He scoffs. "You think I need the police to tell me who di
Charlotte I wake up to the incessant buzzing of my phone.My eyes feel heavy, crusted with dried tears. My head pounds with a dull, persistent ache. For a moment, I don't remember why everything hurts. I reach for my phone on the nightstand, squinting at the bright screen. The time reads 6:47 AM.My notifications are flooded. Texts. Emails. News alerts.What the hell?Beside me, Rhys is still asleep, his arm draped across the pillow where my head had been. His face is peaceful, in a way it never is when he's awake.I sit up slowly, careful not to wake him, and unlock my phone.The first notification is from a news app: BREAKING: Anders Corp Warehouse Burns Down in Suspected Arson.I click on it.The article loads with a photo of flames consuming a large industrial building. Firefighters spray water from multiple hoses, but the fire is clearly out of control. Black smoke billows into the early morning sky.One of Anders Corporation's major distribution warehouses was engulfed in flame
Charlotte Rhys opens the passenger door for me, and I sink into the seat, my hands trembling. He closes it gently, walks around to the driver's side, and gets in.The engine starts. The car pulls out of the driveway.I stare out the window, watching the Anders estate disappear behind us. The streetlights blur past, orange and yellow streaks in the darkness.Rhys doesn't speak. His hands grip the steering wheel, his jaw tight.I don't speak either. I can't. If I open my mouth, I'll scream. Or cry. Or both.The silence stretches between us, heavy and suffocating. Minutes tick past.We turn onto our street. Rhys pulls into the driveway and cuts the engine.Still, neither of us moves.I can feel him looking at me, waiting. But I keep my eyes fixed on the dashboard, on the little green light that indicates the car is off."Charlotte," he says finally, his voice soft.I shake my head. I can't fall apart yet.He seems to understand. He gets out, comes around to my side, and opens the door.
Charlotte The security's eyes widen slightly as he recognizes us. "I'm sorry, but you can't...""We're here to see the Anders family," I repeat, my voice harder this time."They're not expecting you." His hand moves to the radio clipped to his belt. "You need to leave.""Call them," Rhys says.The security's jaw tightens. "Ms. Hayes, Mr. Van Allen, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises. The family has made it clear that you're not welcome here.""My mother is missing," I say, stepping closer to him. "And I'm not leaving until I speak with them.""Ma'am, I can't let you..."I push past him."Hey!" The security reaches for my arm, but Rhys steps between us."Don't touch her," Rhys warns, with his voice low as he tries to push the security backwards. Behind me, I hear the guard speaking urgently into his radio, but I don't stop. My heels click against the marble floor as I stride down the hallway, Rhys close behind me."Charlotte," he says quietly. "Are you sure about this
Charlotte We approach the front desk where a uniformed officer sits behind bulletproof glass. "Can I help you?" A uniformed officer behind the desk looks up at us."We're here to meet Detective Sarah," Rhys says. "She's expecting us.""Names?""Charlotte Hayes and Rhys Van Allen."The officer picks up a phone, speaks briefly, then hangs up. "She'll be here in a few minutes. Have a seat."We sit in the chairs lining the wall. I keep the security footage printouts clutched in my hands, my knee bouncing anxiously.Rhys reaches over and takes my free hand. "Breathe.""I'm trying.""She's going to help us. The police will find her."I nod, but I'm not sure I believe it.After what feels like forever but is probably only seven minutes, the door beside the front desk opens and Detective Sarah appears.She's wearing dark pants and a white blouse with her blazer over it, her badge clipped to her belt. Her expression is serious but not unkind."Ms. Hayes. Mr. Van Allen." She approaches us. "C







