FAZER LOGINDavid sat in the dining room, fuming with anger. Too many thoughts were running through his mind, and Charlotte was at the center of all of them.He couldn't wait for his eyes to heal so he could finally see this manipulative woman—or the “beauty” Caleb had described her as.He tried imagining what Charlotte looked like, but quickly gave up.“I don't believe she's that pretty,” he muttered under his breath.Just then, he heard footsteps approaching.That was definitely Charlotte.“I heard you signed the deal,” he began, already prepared to taunt her.“Get ready to meet my parents,” Charlotte replied as she took a seat opposite him.She immediately began eating in silence. She was exhausted and couldn't wait to finish her meal and get some much-needed sleep.She had had a long day at work, and all she wanted now was to rest.“So, tell me. How did it go?” David asked, interrupting her thoughts.Charlotte didn't respond.David frowned. How dare she pretend not to hear him?Even though sh
“Your wife?” Caleb asked, disbelief and shock evident in his voice.“Yes,” David answered calmly.“Lord, that beauty…”Caleb trailed off as Charlotte’s image flashed through his mind. He turned back to David, taking in his friend’s appearance.Even with his eyes covered by dark glasses, David had a striking presence. His sharp jaw, well-defined features, neatly styled dark hair, and tall, well-built frame made him the kind of man who naturally commanded attention whenever he entered a room. His blindness had done nothing to take away from his handsome appearance.There was no denying that Charlotte was beautiful enough to be David’s wife.“What beauty?” David asked, breaking into Caleb’s thoughts.“She’s so pretty, dude. You need to recover quickly so you can see the beauty you got married to,” Caleb teased.David's brows furrowed slightly.He couldn't deny that Caleb's description had stirred his curiosity. What exactly did Charlotte look like? But the curiosity was fleeting. He had
Charlotte walked out of Stanley’s Enterprise with her chest held high. She had dealt with that dirty pervert, made things safer for other women, and successfully secured the deal.Now, no woman would have to worry about being harassed by him again.She smirked.“David Wilkins, you better be ready for me,” she muttered under her breath.Nathan approached her and took her bag from her.“Are we going home or to the office?” he asked as they headed toward the car.“To the office, of course. I don't want to go home and listen to David's whining,” she murmured, her nose twitching in annoyance.They got into the car and began their journey to the Wilkins Company.For several minutes, neither of them spoke.Then Nathan finally broke the silence.“How did you know he was going to do that?”Charlotte smirked.That dirty pervert.People like him never changed until someone finally dealt with them.“I knew it was going to happen because I had done my research on him before this. I wanted to make
Pascal quickly sprang to his feet, his face draining of color. What was his boss doing at the company? He had thought Ethan would be away for much longer.He rushed toward him, then dropped to his knees.“I promise you, sir, it’s not what you think!” he pleaded. “She was the one who seduced me!”His voice cracked as he begged, his face twisting into an expression of desperation.Charlotte remained crouched on the floor, hugging herself as though she were still trembling. When Ethan’s gaze shifted toward her, she lowered her head and pretended to shrink away from Pascal.Ethan immediately removed his suit jacket and approached her. He draped it over her shoulders, covering her exposed body.“Are you all right?” he asked.Charlotte shook her head and clutched the sleeve of his shirt.“He tried to molest me!” she cried. “If you hadn’t come in, he would have... he would have taken advantage of me!”Tears streamed down her face, making her appear utterly frightened.Ethan’s expression dark
A black Mercedes-Benz S-Class stopped in front of Stanley Enterprises, its polished exterior reflecting the morning sunlight. The company occupied a towering glass-and-steel building, its impressive façade and imposing entrance giving it the appearance of a business that handled millions.Charlotte stepped out of the car, adjusting the sleeve of her blazer as Nathan joined her. She walked toward the entrance with her shoulders straight, her chin slightly raised, and her steps measured and confident. There was nothing hesitant about her appearance. She looked like a woman who knew exactly where she was going and expected to be taken seriously.They approached the reception desk.“Hello. Please tell your manager that I would like to see him,” Charlotte said.The receptionist, a young woman with neatly styled hair and a polite smile, looked up at her.“Your name, please?”“Queen. I'm from the modeling agency, Elite Muse Management.”The name had come to her while they were in the car.Th
The sound of Charlotte's phone pulled her out of sleep. Still groggy, she picked it up and glanced at the screen. Her mood immediately sank.It was her father.She stared at his name for a moment, debating whether to answer. Their relationship had never been a good one, and she had a feeling this call wouldn't improve it.With a reluctant sigh, she accepted the call.“So you got married without inviting me or your family? You wretched and ungrateful daughter!” he shouted.Charlotte pulled the phone away from her ear and winced. Maybe answering had been a mistake. He had already ruined her morning.“I didn't think any of you would be interested in coming to my wedding,” she replied quietly.“Not even your mother? Or are you purposely avoiding us? I'm telling you now, that marriage will never be blissful without a parent's blessing—”“Dad, please. You wouldn't understand.”“Fix a date. Your mother and I will come and see you and your husband.”Before Charlotte could respond, he hung up.







