Chapter 5. His Plans

"Mom..." Charles approached his mother and hugged her. She smiled at him and said, "Charles... You haven't answered my question yet. I was waiting for you to return home first so we could have dinner together as a family."

"Good evening, Mom," Charles greeted his mother as he hugged her shoulder and walked with her toward the dining room.

He replied, "She's the one, Mom, and she's very pretty too."

"Hmm," First Lady Kira smiled. She kept silent and watched Charles pull out a dinner chair for her to sit down first.

She sat down elegantly on the first chair and continued watching her handsome son while Charles sat on the next chair beside her right at the dining table.

Charles said, "Mom, Nancy is the one, and she's very cute. Where did you get her photo? I really do like her."

"Mm," First Lady Kira smiled as she watched the maids step out of the kitchen. They walked up to the dining table to serve her dinner, along with Charles's.

They served the delicious meals. As President Nolan Alejandro wasn't around—he was in a presidential meeting.

First Lady Kira smiled and replied to Charles, "Your father already made it known to some of his cabinet members that he was looking for a bride for you—to know which of them had pretty daughters you might like and choose from."

"Hmm, thanks, Mom. I really do like Nancy, but..." Charles's words trailed off, as he remembered how Nancy had run away from him.

His mother asked, "But what, Charles?"

First Lady Kira frowned as she watched her only son acting nervously. She waited for the maids to finish serving the dinners and leave, before asking again, "Charles... Do you want us to cancel the wedding? It's in two days, and you cannot embarrass your father and me in public, and in front of our prominent guests."

"I know, Mom, but the truth is that Nancy ran away from me when I went to welcome her home for her return to the city—at her family house." Charles shook his head in embarrassment, covering his face with both palms as he remembered how she had run.

But the way her hips had swayed seductively in his view, made him smile.

Charles did not realise his mother was still staring at him angrily—she wasn't finding his revelation funny at all.

She snapped, "What? Charles, how dare Nancy run away from you? We need to cancel the wedding right now. Didn't her parents inform her that she was going to marry you, and the wedding is the day after tomorrow?"

"No, Mother! You cannot call off the wedding," Charles refuted. His mother's jaw dropped as she stared sadly at her only son, who had fallen in love with a silly lady.

"Don't tell me you still want to go ahead and marry that lady who doesn't love you, Charles. I cannot allow that to happen," First Lady Kira added.

"I know, Mother, but you and Father have always wanted me to marry, and now I cannot change my choice. I can understand Nancy's fears... She's getting married to the president's son, so she has to be scared," Charles said with a sad smile.

But his mother shook her head and replied, "No, Charles. Nancy is supposed to be happy with you that you've chosen her. Any other lady out there would be proud that you've chosen her to become your wife. She would even shower you with love and warmth. How dare Nancy run away from you—and you took it lightly with her family? Where's my phone? I need to get her arrested and deal with her this minute, before throwing her behind bars."

"No, Mother!" Charles snapped, startling his mother. "You cannot do that. If I don't marry Nancy, then know that I won't marry any other lady."

"What?" First Lady Kira's jaw dropped. She turned speechless and stared at her only son in shock.

She shook her head and said, "No, Charles. This is not happening. I will find another bride for you to marry, okay? That's not a problem—there are many other pretty ladies out there, and some even more beautiful than Nancy."

"No, Mother. I want Nancy Marlon and no other woman. I really do want Nancy. I want to feel her love, her warmth, and I believe that with time she will love me too."

"Just give Nancy some time, and know that I'm truly in love now," Charles said with a smile, surprising his mother even more.

Her jaw dropped, and she gulped as Charles added, "Let's have our dinners, Mom, before they get cold."

"Okay, my son," First Lady Kira replied. She subtly blamed herself in her heart for choosing Nancy's photo first.

Though, First Lady Kira had seen many pretty young women's photos, since every family wanted their daughter to marry her only son—even though they ridiculed and wrote nonsense about her family online. It still didn't deter them from sending millions of photos to her personal assistant.

She had personally selected Nancy's photo first the moment her eyes landed on the pretty lady's picture, along with the other two young women's photos.

First Lady Kira knew Charles wouldn't have time to go through all the photos to choose a bride. Now she was subtly blaming herself, wishing she had never picked Nancy's photo.

'The silly young lady had dared to reject my only son—the most handsome and well-to-do young man in this city. If it wasn't that Charles loves women and he's rumored to be a playboy, then what would have given Nancy the right to reject my only son and even run away from him? Hmm…" First Lady Kira thought with a heavy sigh.

Charles glanced at her and asked, "Mom, is everything alright?"

"Yes, Charles," First Lady Kira replied. She thought about informing her personal assistant to place a monitoring team on Nancy.

Nancy wouldn't just run away from Charles like that—not under her watch.

'I really need to do a personal background check on Nancy to know if she already has a secret lover somewhere—that's why she rejected Charles.' First Lady Kira thought and sighed again. But Charles didn't ask what was wrong as they continued eating their dinners silently in the dining hall.

After the dinner session ended, Charles stood up first from his dining chair and prepared to retire upstairs to his bedroom.

"Good night, Mom," he said.

"Yeah, good night, Charles," First Lady Kira replied.

Charles leaned closer to her and pecked her on her right cheek beside him. He then walked away toward the living room stairs and climbed them to go back upstairs to his bedroom.

Charles decided to use the stairs to exercise his mind, and he kept thinking about Nancy and why she had run away from him.

Charles stepped into his sitting room first, then walked to his bedroom. He entered and picked up Nancy's photo that he had kept on the headboard.

Charles kissed Nancy's photo directly on her pink lips, which he admired the most. "So pink and lovely," he said. "I cannot wait to have you as my wife and to be kissing you every time on these beautiful pink lips of yours."

Charles smiled and kissed Nancy's photo again—his whole body craving her.

"But why did she run away from me?" Charles asked himself. "Am I ugly now?"

Charles frowned, and walked to his bedroom mirror to examine his face. He had short black hair on his head, and his front hair and short beard were neatly shaped—he was a tall, attractive Black man.

Charles murmured, "Maybe Nancy doesn't like guys with beards. Hmm... But she's so beautiful, and I cannot reject her now. Maybe she has a boyfriend? I'm so sure she must have one."

Charles frowned, as he thought about Nancy having a boyfriend—and that he was the main reason she had run away from him.

"Nonsense!" he cussed out. "Is her boyfriend finer than me? I cannot reject her now, and my mother shouldn't dare hurt her either. What am I even ranting about?"

Charles walked back to his bed, picked up his telephone, and placed a call to Stevo Brights, his head security man, and a trusted figure in managing his security affairs.

Charles needed Stevo to monitor whatever activities Nancy was into—her phone calls, her text messages, and to know if she already had a boyfriend she was probably calling.

"Hello, Stevo," Charles said coldly.

Stevo froze and replied, "Hello, boss. Good evening."

Stevo was in the security house inside the villa. Charles said, "I want you to hire a professional hacker to monitor and give me 24-hour reports on my chosen bride. I'll forward her details to you shortly. You should find out what she does, who she calls, and who she speaks with daily. Is that understood?"

"Yes, boss."

"Anything else you need me to do for you?" Stevo asked.

"No, that's all," Charles replied, and the phone call ended.

Charles sighed and stared back at Nancy's photo, which he was still holding in his right hand.

"I cannot wait to have you as my bride," he said. "In just two days, you will be on my bed, moaning sweetly to my deep thrusts. I just hope she doesn't run away before our wedding."