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The Aftermath of Deception“Damn! What happened to me…” Astor muttered as his hand pressed against his pounding head. He blinked, his thoughts a little hazy from the lingering effects of the wine Susan had spiked. His gaze felt heavy, his thoughts scrambled.He stared at his side as he layed on the bed and his belly churned at the sight before him. Susan was lying next to him, the bedsheet loosely draped over their bare bodies. His eyes widened in surprise, taking in the scene that painted an intimate image he couldn’t recollect.“Shit!” Astor shouted, jerking upright. His sudden movement startled Susan, who stirred, even though a sly smile crept on her lips as she sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest.“What the fuck happened?” Astor requested, his voice sharp and panicked as he sprang to his toes.Susan smirked letting out a tender, rehearsed chortle. “keep it calm, Astor. Don’t make it seem like a big deal.”Astor’s heart pounded as he ran a hand through his hair, “What did yo

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Susan leaned against the kitchen counter, scrolling idly through her social media feed. Her eyes landed on a photo of Charlotte and Jasmine, and her jaw tightened.“Enjoy it while it lasts,” she muttered under her breath, her gaze narrowing with disdain.Eleanor walked into the kitchen, her sharp eyes immediately landing on her daughter. “Susan,” she said, her tone commanding. “Focus. We have work to do.”Susan looked up, her smirk returning as if on cue. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m always focused.”Eleanor gave her a curt nod. “Good. Because phase two starts tomorrow.”ASTER'S ESTATE "Are you all right?" Charlotte requested, her voice soft yet filled with concern.Astor jerked, startled out of his thoughts. He tucked his hand in his pocket, "yes, sure..." he said unexpectedly, his voice surprisingly shaky.Charlotte tilted her head, narrowing her eyes barely. She wasn’t totally satisfied but decided not to press further. rather, she gave him a smile. “All right then,” she said softly and

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“I’m here to see Astor,” Susan said to Brandon, brushing past him without waiting for an invitation.Brandon followed her, his jaw tightening. “I don’t think he’s going to be happy to see you.”“Oh, I’m sure he’ll want to hear what I have to say,” Susan said confidently.She found Astor and Charlotte in the living room, their laughter fading as she entered.“Susan,” Astor said, his voice hardening.Charlotte stiffened beside him, her hand instinctively tightening around his.“Hello, Astor,” Susan said, her voice syrupy sweet. “And Charlotte,” she added with a nod, through her eyes gleaming with malice.“What are you doing here?” Astor demanded.Susan’s smile widened as she placed a hand on her stomach. “I thought it was time you knew,” she said, pausing for dramatic effect.“Knew what?” Charlotte asked, her tone sharp.Susan’s gaze shifted to her, her smile never faltering. “I’m pregnant,” she announced, her words slicing through the air like a dagger. “And it’s Astor’s baby.”The ro

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Astor’s jaw clenched. “Charlotte, please. Let me fix this.” Her eyes softened for a moment, but the pain was there. “I can’t keep waiting for you to fix things, Astor. I have to think about what’s best for my daughter.” Astor stepped back, his shoulders slumping slightly as he watched her descend the stairs. Jasmine ran up to him, wrapping her arms around his legs. “Daddy, I don't want to leave…” Astor knelt down, pulling her into a hug. Charlotte’s throat tightened as she watched them, but she quickly turned away, leading Jasmine toward the door. As they stepped outside, Brandon was waiting by the car, his expression a bit sober. “Mrs Harrington,” he said quietly, opening the car door for her. That was right, Charlotte was officially Harrington's wife, but that wasn't the case any longer. “Thank you, Brandon,” Charlotte said, her voice barely above a whisper as she helped Jasmine into the back seat. Brandon hesitated before speaking again. “Take care of yourself, m

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Charlotte stood at the small dining table in her modest condominium, her hands pressed flat towards the surface. She stared at the stack of bills and grocery receipts in front of her, her thoughts far as she thought about the situation of things.The room felt stifling, the partitions final because the weight of the whole thing pressed down on her chest.Her mind drifted to Susan, she had done it again and she had just left like that.Well, it was for her good, she didn't want anything that'd happen to her and Jasmine. She knew Susan too well.Jasmine sat cross-legged on the floor, her crayons strewn around her as she labored diligently on every drawing. Every time she completed a drawing, she would hum a tune, oblivious to the tension simmering in the room.“Mommy,” Jasmine called out, holding up her latest drawing. “Do you like it?”Charlotte forced a smile and walked over, kneeling beside her daughter. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart. What is it?”“It’s Daddy,” Jasmine said proudly, po

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“You, pass me that TV slide,” Susan barked, her voice reducing through the quietness of the Vila.Roda hesitated, glancing toward the corner table where the slide lay. It was just three steps away from where Susan was sitting with her legs crossed and arms folded.“Roda! Are you deaf?” Susan snapped, her sharp tone making the maid cringe.“I-I’m sorry, I'll get it now,” Roda stammered, hurrying over to get it. She gave it to Susan, her arms trembling barely.Susan snatched it from her without so much as a thank you. “It is getting interesting,” she muttered, flipping through the channels.The silence didn’t last long as Susan. “Roda!” Susan called again, her voice grating.“Yes ma'am, you called…” Roda responded nervously, dashing again into the room.“This food is just too salty,” Susan declared, pointing at the untouched plate of pasta at the table. “I don’t want it.”Roda looked at the plate, confusion flickering across her face. “however... you requested for it to be prepared…”“I

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Charlotte sat at the small desk in her rental, her PC open in the front of her. Papers had been unfolded and littered on the floor, a mix of notes and documents she’d been able to get.Her heart raced as she stared at the screen, zooming in at the blurry photo she had snapped weeks in the past on the Harrington property. It was Susan’s pregnancy file, left carelessly on the kitchen counter that day Charlotte had been packing to go away. The numbers didn’t make sense. The dates were off with numbers in terms of weeks. Charlotte bit her lip, leaning towards the screen. “What are you hiding, Susan?” she whispered to herself, her palms flying over the keyboard as she searched for extra facts. Charlotte heaved, her hands on her jaw thinking of what to do, “why is Susan being crafty? Why can't she stick to just one person.”Just then, her phone beeped, it was an unusual headline, she tapped on it and opened it. MR ASTOR HARRINGTON DUMPS BABY MAMA CHARLOTTE“What?!!!” Charlotte screamed

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Come to the office," Astor said over the phone to Harrison.Harrison shifted uneasily on his chair.His gaze flicked to the file on the coffee table in front of him. It had taken months of careful digging and late nights to piece everything together finally.He rubbed his jaw, debating whether he should really share what he’d found. But this wasn’t something he could sit on any longer.“I’ll be there in twenty minutes. ” Harrison finally replied.The call ended with a sharp click, leaving Harrison to stare at the papers. If Astor wasn’t careful, this would blow up in ways no one could predict. Sliding the file into his briefcase, Harrison grabbed his coat and left his apartment.—As Harrison entered the office, his presence was magnetic, turning heads as he strolled confidently down the polished hallway. His tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, and the slight smirk on his lips hinted at a man who knew exactly the kind of effect he had on people.Near the water cooler

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ASTOR HARRINGTON ABANDONS HIS BABY MAMA CHARLOTTEThe headline glared back at Astor, each word hammering into his brain as he stood abruptly, his chair screeching against the tiled floor. "What?" he barked, his voice sharp and filled with disbelief."What's the matter?" Brandon asked, concern etching his features.Astor didn’t respond immediately, his jaw tightening as he tilted the phone to show Brandon the screen. The bold black text was impossible to miss."This can only be Susan!" Brandon cursed under his breath, his eyes narrowing as realization dawned.Astor fumbled with his phone, his usually steady hands now trembling slightly. He dialed Charlotte’s number, his breath hitching as the call failed to connect. “Damn it!” he growled, slamming his fist on the table hard enough to rattle the pens and papers scattered across it.Brandon stepped forward, his voice low and soothing. “Astor, calm down. We’ll figure this out.”But Astor wasn’t hearing it. His expression darkened further

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I Want You To Run Far AwayAstor sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t find her, Brandon. She’s not answering her phone, and I don’t know where she’s gone.”Brandon frowned, glancing around. “She’s probably trying to stay out of the spotlight after that article. Can’t blame her for that.”Astor’s jaw tightened. “This is Susan’s doing. I know it.”Brandon nodded. “I wouldn’t put it past her. But what are you going to do about it?”Astor didn’t answer immediately, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a plan.—--Back at the office, Susan was in Astor’s chair, her feet propped up on his desk as she scrolled through her phone. Her phone buzzed, a new message flashing across the screen. “He’s looking for her. Time to move.”Susan’s lips curved into a smile. She stood, smoothing down her dress as she prepared to leave. The game was far from over, and she had no intention of losing.As she walked out of the office, the employees watched her with wary eyes, their earlier c

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