Dylan POV
I arrived at the office, the days stretched on with no news of Charlotte's whereabouts. I sank into my chair, unable to shake the gnawing worry that consumed my thoughts. I had been fine before so why was this absence affecting me so deeply? The silence left by Charlotte's absence felt suffocating, and my attempts to reach her had been met with an unyielding wall of silence.Rising from my chair, I made my way to the window, seeking solace in the world outside. Folding my arms, I gazed out, the bustling cityscape offering little distraction from my concerns. Suddenly, the shrill ring of the telecom pierced the heavy air, jolting me from my reverie. Irritation flaring, I strode to the telecom and answered the call sharply, "What is it?" I demanded, brusque with impatience."Sir, Mrs. Harmon is here to see you," Charles, my assistant, informed me."Charlotte?" I interjected, hope flickering to life within me."Yes, sir. She wants to meet with you," Charles confirmed. "Thank goodness. That means she's okay. Let her in," I instructed Charles before ending the call.As I settled into my chair, awaiting Charlotte's arrival, my heart raced with an unexpected fervor. It felt as though I were a teenager meeting their crush for a long-awaited date. I couldn't quite grasp why she was here, but the overwhelming relief of knowing she was safe consumed my thoughts. It struck me that her well-being had become an inexplicably vital concern to me, a stark departure from my previous indifference.Moments later, the door swung open, and there she stood Charlotte, exuding an effortless grace in a black off-shoulder gown that hugged her figure in all the right places. As she entered the room, I found myself captivated by her beauty, a realization that seemed to dawn on me for the first time. Her light skin glowed, complemented by the cascade of long, dark hair framing her elegant, oval face. Her brown eyes held a depth that drew me in, and her lips, set against smooth skin, seemed to exude a quiet allure that I had somehow overlooked before."Why the hell haven't I noticed this before?" I questioned myself, perplexed by my new appreciation for her striking features.Charlotte strode into the room in style, the click of her heels shattering the silence. "You finally showed up after days, huh?" I quipped, attempting to break the tension with a hint of levity.However, Charlotte's demeanor remained stoic, her eyes and expression turning cold and distant. "Sorry for disturbing you. I just need a few minutes of your time," she stated, her tone devoid of its usual warmth, as though we were nothing more than business associates."Alright," I acquiesced, trying to conceal my surprise at her sudden formality. "Go ahead, then. What is it?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued as she withdrew a file from her bag and placed it firmly on my desk.I glanced up at her, my confusion mounting. "What is this?" I asked, my gaze returning to the enigmatic woman standing before me."This is the divorce papers. I need your signature," Charlotte stated, her words landing like a heavy blow."What?" I sputtered, my mind reeling as I searched her icy gaze for any hint of emotion, finding none.After a heavy silence, Charlotte informed me that she had signed her portion of the divorce papers and requested that I do the same.I was taken aback; the calm, loving woman who had always sought to please me had turned unexpectedly cold. The joy I had felt upon seeing her was swiftly replaced by a sense of gloom. I had anticipated her return, not her desire to leave me. I couldn't fathom her audacity. "I can't believe she wants to finalize the divorce," I muttered to myself, a surge of disbelief and hurt coursing through me. "Why so fast? Does she hate me this much?" I pondered, grappling with the sudden turn of events.I had held onto the hope that she would reconsider, but here I was, faced with divorce papers instead. I glanced up at her, hoping for a glimpse of remorse or hesitation, but her gaze remained fixed on the papers before me. "How cruel," I lamented silently, her decision settling upon me.The once vibrant spark in Charlotte's eyes had faded, replaced by a resolute determination to leave. It was clear that she was unhappy, and attempting to coerce her into staying would only bring misery to both of us. "She can go if she wants," I reasoned with myself, acknowledging the fleeting sense of care I held for her well-being.I reached for the file, drawing it closer and methodically sifting through its contents. Doubt nagged at me as I scrutinized the divorce papers, ensuring their authenticity and legitimacy. Once satisfied, I located the section requiring my signature and proceeded to sign it. With a sense of detached finality, I nudged the papers across the table to Charlotte's side.To my surprise, Charlotte accepted the papers and swiftly exited my office, without a word to me for real.Sitting back in my chair, I was dumbfounded. Was that it? Was it really over just like that? Would I never see her again? Did this mean she was now my ex-wife? Had I made a mistake? Maybe I should have swallowed my pride and ego and tried to stop her from leaving, or maybe I shouldn't have signed those papers. "What have I done?" I muttered to myself. "Is it too late to want her back, or is it too early? I don't care anymore. I just need to do something."With a sudden burst of determination, I leaped from my chair and dashed out of my office, not caring about the curious eyes that followed me. I sprinted out of the company building and spotted Charlotte about to step into a cab. "Charlotte!" I called out desperately, but she didn't respond. Ignoring the stares of onlookers, I pushed myself to run faster, reaching out to her.As I approached, I saw Charlotte close the cab door without getting in, and the driver sped away. Then I noticed her faltering, moving backward as if she were staggering."Charlotte, please!" I pleaded, gasping for breath. She turned to face me, her eyes filled with surprise. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice tinged with emotion."I want you back," I blurted out, my heart pounding in my chest. "I can't let you go like this. I've made a mistake, and I need to make it right. Please, give me another chance.""You wish" was her statement. Charlotte POVAs I asked myself why I felt so unwell, my head spun and discomfort spread through me. The pain in my stomach was unbearable, rendering me unable to move or even step into the waiting taxi. I closed the door and instructed the cab driver to leave. After the vehicle departed, I attempted to move, only to stagger back, my senses reeling. It was then that I heard Dylan's voice. His plea for another chance seemed absurd after what he had put me through. "You wish!" I retorted, feeling weak and unsteady.Realizing that going to the hospital would take too long, I knew that finding a pharmacy was my best option. Dylan reached out to touch my arm, but I pushed his hands away. "Don't touch me," I snapped, my frustration mounting."What's wrong with you? You look pale," Dylan observed, concerned creeping into his voice."What do you care?" I shot back, moving away. I struggled to maintain my balance, but then I nearly stumbled to the floor before Dylan swiftly caught me and drew me close. Overwhelmed by weakness, I found myself unable to move any further.Suddenly, Dylan lifted me off my feet, and as he held me, all I could think about was hoping he wouldn't discover that I was pregnant. I prayed that I wouldn't lose consciousness.As I slowly regained consciousness, I found myself lying in a hospital bed with an IV attached to my arm. Groggily, I glanced around the room and spotted a female doctor speaking with Dylan, who was standing near the door. Panic shot through me as I wondered if she could be informing him about my pregnancy. I desperately hoped he hadn't discovered the truth. "Please, let him not have found out," I silently pleaded, clenching my fists in anxiety.Just then, I heard Dylan's voice. "I'll go grab something for her to eat before she wakes up," he said, turning towards me. Alarmed, I quickly shut my eyes, hoping to keep my secret hidden a little longer. "I hope he hasn't discovered anything. If he has, I fear he won't handle it well," I worried to myself.After Dylan exited the room, I cautiously reopened my eyes, my heart racing.As I lifted my head to get the doctor's attention, she turned towards me and greeted me with a warm smile. "Oh, Mrs. Harmon, you're awake. Your husband just stepp
"What the hell!" I yelled in anger, my heart pounding as I regained my composure. "Who is your boss? Who sent you?!" I demanded, moving closer with tightly clenched fists, seething with frustration and confusion."Boss!" I heard Charles's voice as he rushed to my side. I turned to face him, my expression still etched with anger, as Charles reached me and steadied my shaking form. "Sir, let's go," Charles said urgently, his eyes wide with concern. "Why?" I asked, my temper still simmering as I braced myself for whatever confrontation would occur."Sir, I think they were sent here. I knew something was wrong when two other guys dressed like them stood by our car after you left," Charles explained quickly, his voice urgent. "I rushed here because my instincts told me something was wrong.""I can't just leave, Charles. I can't leave," I said firmly, my voice tinged with anger. "I can't get knocked down by hooligans just like that without putting up a fight. I'll make sure I see this to t
"What the hell are you doing with my wife?" I demanded my voice tight with simmering anger.Nathan's expression shifted from surprise to a hint of amusement as he looked at me. Charlotte, on the other hand, appeared taken aback by my sudden appearance and the intensity of my tone. Charlotte POVMy hands were forcefully removed from Nathan's arms, and I was bewildered to hear Dylan's accusatory words, "What the hell are you doing with my wife?" The air crackled with tension as both Nathan and I stood in shock, processing the sudden turn of events."Your wife?" Nathan echoed, his voice laced with incredulity. "Do you think you have the right to call her that after all you did to her?" Nathan's face contorted with anger as he confronted Dylan.Dylan's gaze bore into Nathan, his expression disbelief and rage. "So that was why you seduced her? After hearing from her everything that happened in our home?" Dylan's accusation held tight in the air, both men locked in a tense standoff."Yes,
As Dylan took possession of me, I found myself unable to resist, frozen in place. Gently, he brushed the hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. Then, with a sudden, unexpected motion, he pressed his lips to mine. At first, I hesitated, but as he drew me closer, I surrendered, allowing him to take control. Did I desire this? Had I been longing for his touch? Was it true what they say about pregnant women craving a man more? What the hell am I turning into?"Is this what I want?" I wondered as his kiss enveloped me. This kiss is everything, I love the way he moves his lips and tongues on mine " Oh, this is it" I screamed within me."Oh...What's happening to me?"Despite my inner turmoil, I let the moment unfold, savoring the sensation of his lips and the tenderness of his touch. As he lifted my foot off the ground, supporting me with his hands on my backside, I closed my eyes, lost in the overwhelming experience. A sudden rush of sensation between my legs startled me."What the...
"We need to talk," I stated firmly as I confronted Nathan in his office. He rose from his seat, regarding me with a hint of amusement. "Well, well, well, who do I have here," he remarked. "What do I owe this visit, Mr. Harmon?""I want you to let my wife go," I insisted, my voice steady despite the tension in the office.Nathan's expression hardened as he responded, "Like I said before, that won't happen. I will never let her go back to you. After all she went through in your hands and your family's hands, you want me to let her go back to you? That will never happen. You never treated her like a man would treat his woman. You treated her like a nobody. After she managed to leave you alive, you want her back. I think you're after her life now," he accused, turning his back and returning to his seat.I stood there, grappling with his words.Nathan POVI immediately felt a surge of anger that stopped me in my tracks, causing me to turn and face Dylan once again. "You want her back? You
I vocalized my surprise, my eyes darting back to the file to verify the information."Boss," Charles interjected, drawing my attention. I glanced up to see him gesturing to a second file that had been concealed in his left hand. "Sir, after finding that out, I chose to conduct a background check on his elder sister, Charlotte Robert, to be sure. This is the file," Charles explained as he presented the file to me.I accepted the file with apprehension and disbelief. Could it be true? I silently questioned, my mind grappling with the implications of the information. "No, she wouldn't... she couldn't," I murmured to myself, attempting to dismiss the unsettling thoughts. Nonetheless, I knew I had to verify the contents.As I opened the file and began to read, the words on the page sent a shockwave through me. "Name: Charlotte Robert. Age: 27 years old. Family: mom, dad, grandpa, grandma, brother Nathan Robert, and Husband:Dylan Harmon."The ground seemed to shift beneath me as the rea
Tears streamed down my face as I screamed in horror, "Nathan, please don't leave me! Please!" I knelt next to his unconscious body, my heart pounding in my chest. I gently took his phone from his hand and dialed 911, my voice trembling as I begged for help. "My brother is unconscious, he isn't waking up. Please, anyone, help us!" I pleaded with the dispatcher, desperation tinging every word.A male voice on the other end assured me, "We will be there as fast as we can, ma'am." I quickly provided our mansion's address before ending the call, slipping the phone into my pajamas pocket. Clutching Nathan to my chest, I continued to cry and pray, unwilling to accept the thought of losing my brother. "Please, Lord, I can't lose Nathan. Not now, not ever," I whispered through my sobs, shaking him with all my strength in a futile attempt to rouse him.Soon, the wail of sirens filled the air as the ambulance arrived. Paramedics rushed in, taking charge of the situation as they carefully attende
As I stepped into the conference hall, a commotion erupted as everyone began running toward me. Some were brandishing cameras while others held out papers, their urgent expressions and rapid questions overwhelming me. "What's going on?" I stammered, taking a step back, feeling bewildered by the sudden onslaught."Ma'am, where is Nathan Roberts?" inquired a reporter, thrusting a microphone toward me. "We've been waiting for him for minutes. Are you his representative?" another voice chimed in, adding to the questions."My informant said there was an ambulance at his mansion today" another added. "How did they get that news so fast?" I muttered, to myself.Amidst the chaos, Nathan's secretary swiftly shielded me from the barrage of questions. "Listen up, everyone! Get back to your seats. You will all get the answers you seek. Don't embarrass a lady! You are all ganging up on her!" he declared, his voice cutting through the clamor with authority.The reporters hesitated, exchanging glan