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Chapter 71

Charlotte’s chest was pressed firmly against Howard’s, the heat of his body radiating into her with an intensity that left her breathless. Their faces were just inches apart, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a mixture of anger and something more vulnerable beneath the surface. The air around them crackled with tension, every small movement charged with unspoken emotion.Howard’s voice was a low growl, rough with frustration. “Why are you here, Charlotte? You don’t belong in this part of my world.”Despite the sharpness in his tone, Charlotte felt a flicker of warmth where their chests met, a reminder of years past when closeness was different—softer, filled with hope instead of pain. Her voice shook slightly but held steady. “I didn’t come to fight. I just wanted to give you the files..."His grip on her wrists tightened for a heartbeat, then loosened as his eyes softened just enough to reveal the man underneath the cold exterior.For a long moment, they stayed like that—chest to

Chapter 72

Howard peeled the towel from his waist, the cool air immediately brushing his heated skin as he stepped beneath the roaring cascade of the shower.Howard closed his eyes, willing the steady rush of water to wash away the relentless image of Charlotte from his mind. But the moment he shut them, her face surfaced vividly—the way she had looked at him, the heat of her breath, the feel of her close beneath him. Every detail of that closeness ignited a fire deep inside, defying his efforts to push her away.The space between desire and restraint is tightening like a drawn wire. He fought to clear the thoughts swirling through his mind, but Charlotte's presence clung stubbornly, refusing to fade in the steam and spray.His body remembered what his mind wished to forget; Howard's hand slowly slipped down his waist, fingers closing gently around the hardness pressing insistently beneath the warmth of the water. The contrast of the cool air and the hot steam heightened every sensation, stirrin

Chapter 73

“Even after hearing so much, if you still want to become part of that family, I will regret that I couldn’t stop you,” Steve said quietly.Charlotte felt a surge of anger rising within her, but beneath it lay a deep sadness—a wound from how the Carter family had disgraced her own. She clenched her fists and turned to her father with fierce determination. “Dad, I know you worry about me, and that means a lot,” she began, her voice steady but emotional. “But to bring the truth about some members of that family to light, I have to become part of it. I will avenge every insult they’ve made to us. You have to trust me.”Steven’s expression was grim. “That family has power—more than we do. We’re no match for them.”Charlotte’s eyes flashed with unwavering resolve. “The truth is the greatest weapon I have, Dad. Nothing is bigger or stronger than honesty. Trust me,” she said quietly, "you just have to trust me.”She looked at her father desperately, a mixture of hope and defiance in her eyes,

Chapter 74

Charlotte's phone suddenly rang, the screen flashing her mother's name. She swiped to answer, her voice tense but controlled. "Hi, Mom."Her mother’s worried tone came through clearly. "Charlotte, what’s happening with all those reporters? Are you okay? What should we do now?"Charlotte clenched her jaw, the fury from the media assault still burning inside her. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself. "I'm fine, Mom. Really. Don’t worry. Just ignore them. Please, don’t let those reporters interfere in our lives. We have to stay strong and keep our distance."Her mother’s voice softened yet remained cautious. "Alright, dear. Be careful."The call ended, leaving Charlotte staring at the phone for a moment as emotions churned inside her. Dr. Carmen watched her quietly and then asked gently, "Are you okay? Why were there so many reporters out there?"Charlotte bit her lip, not ready to share the storm of feelings swirling inside. She needed answers from Howard more than anything else r

Chapter 75

Charlotte stormed out of the building, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement, fury boiling in her veins. The crisp afternoon air did nothing to cool the heat rising in her cheeks. Then she spotted her—Anastasia, stepping gracefully out of her sleek black car, sunglasses perched on her head like a crown of smug entitlement. The sight hit Charlotte like a punch to the gut; it all made sense now. This was Anastasia's doing—the leaks, the reporters swarming her family, every invasive detail splashed across the headlines. Her private life, shredded for public consumption.Rage propelled Charlotte forward, her strides long and purposeful until she planted herself directly in Anastasia's path, close enough to catch the faint scent of her expensive perfume. Anastasia turned, her perfectly manicured brows lifting in feigned surprise before curling into a sly smile. "How are you, Charlotte?" she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. "You're quite the media darling these days."Char

Chapter 76

"Can I ask what you're doing here right now?" A voice cut through the tension, snapping Anastasia out of her stunned daze. She whipped around, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Ryan standing there, arms crossed, his expression a mix of curiosity and quiet authority.Anastasia was already seething—frustrated beyond words over the lost pendrive—and now this man, of all people. She masked her irritation behind a veneer of icy arrogance, lifting her chin defiantly. "Perhaps you're forgetting that I'm one of the owners of this company," she snapped, her voice laced with venom. "I can come and go anywhere, anytime I please. Who the hell are you to question me? Just some lowly lawyer."With that, she brushed past him, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she stormed away, leaving a trail of expensive perfume in her wake.Ryan stood frozen for a moment, watching her retreating figure, his mind racing. What was Anastasia doing here, of all places? She'd never shown up unann

Chapter 77

"You know what you're saying is nonsense, right? Do you even realize who you're talking about?" Howard said firmly, his voice edged with warning, leaning forward in his chair as his eyes bored into Ryan's.Ryan held his ground, unflinching. "I know what Anastasia means to you, Howard. But hear me out—there's something she's hiding from you, from everyone. Isn't it strange that she'd show up at Jeremy's office like that?""Enough, Ryan," Howard cut him off, his tone sharpening to a blade. "You're only still standing here spouting this crap because you're my friend, and I'm listening. But don't you ever speak about my sister like that again. Know your limits."Ryan fell silent, the weight of the rebuke settling heavy. He turned toward the door, pausing with his hand on the knob, then glanced back over his shoulder, his words measured and poignant. "Sometimes, just because you consider someone family doesn't mean they see you the same way. Some bonds run deeper than blood, and others—no

Chapter 78

Dr. Carmen's eyes flicked to Howard, then back to Charlotte, a flicker of resolve steadying his gaze despite the interruption. "I'll wait for your answer," he said calmly, his voice carrying quiet finality as he turned toward the door.Howard's stare bored into him like lasers, unblinking, tracking every step. He didn't shift his gaze until Dr. Carmen brushed past him—close enough for their shoulders nearly to collide—and slipped out of the room, the door clicking softly shut behind him.Only then did Howard move, advancing toward Charlotte with slow, deliberate strides, his presence filling the space like a gathering storm. "What was he talking about?" he demanded, his voice laced with raw dominance, jealousy burning hot and unmistakable in his narrowed eyes.Charlotte straightened her posture, meeting Howard's intense stare with unflinching resolve. "I don't think you need to hear about that," she said firmly, her voice steady and unyielding, still carrying the raw edge from their m

Chapter 79

Howard and Charlotte arrived at one of the city's most luxurious restaurants, a gleaming sanctuary of crystal chandeliers, velvet booths, and waitstaff in crisp tuxedos gliding like shadows. They were ushered to a prime table overlooking the glittering skyline, the kind of place where deals were sealed over caviar and champagne. Charlotte shifted uncomfortably in her seat—this wasn't her world. No familiarity with the leather-bound menus thick as novels, no clue what to order amid the French-Italian fusion scrawled in elegant script.Howard slid the menu toward her with a casual flick, his eyes glinting. "Order whatever you want. Don't freak out over the prices."The words landed like a jab, and Charlotte felt the familiar sting—Howard mocking her again, her simpler tastes, her outsider status. She met his gaze coldly, composing herself with steel resolve, then scanned the menu deliberately. She shortlisted the priciest items—the wagyu steak at $180, lobster thermidor at $120, and tru

Chapter 80

Inside the car, tension simmered like exhaust fumes as Howard gripped the wheel, navigating the midday traffic with deliberate ease. Every few seconds, his gaze flicked sideways to Charlotte—arms crossed, jaw set, staring daggers out the window. He relished her frustration, the way it cracked her poised facade; it was intoxicating, a rare spark of real emotion from the woman who'd signed away her freedom to him. Grinning inwardly, he decided to twist the knife. "Maybe expensive things just don't sit well with you," he drawled, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Next time we go out, we'll order to your taste—something more... humble."Charlotte's blood boiled, her temper flaring hot at the condescension. She whipped around to fire back, words sharpening on her tongue—when her eyes caught a roadside hot dog stand across the street. Greasy buns steaming under a striped awning, the vendor flipping sausages with practiced flips. Perfect. "Stop the car. Now," she snapped, her tone brooking

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