Aunt Charlotte In The Patriot の小説・ストーリー

“I am not many women. And I did not agree to this.” “Neither did we,” my father said from the window. He turned around. “Do you think this is what I wanted? Do you think I planned for your sister to disappear on her wedding morning and leave this family in ruins? This is not a situation any of us chose Charlotte. It is a situation we are managing.” “By sacrificing me.” “By asking you to step up.” His voice hardened slightly on those last two words. “Something this family has asked very little of you, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Cancelled things that would’ve cost anyone else leverage. In my last life, I didn’t attend. Didn’t know. Didn’t care. This time, I rearranged everything. Because today already feels different. Because she’s different. Charlotte sits among them, composed in a way that would convince anyone who isn’t paying attention. Her auburn hair falls neatly over her shoulders, her posture straight, her hazel eyes quieter than they should be. Not fragile. Not broken. Just… aware. That alone sets her apart from the version of her I remember.

"Son, where have you been? Your aunt Gina told us that you wanted to talk to Charlotte privately; is there something wrong?" "No, don't worry; nothing is wrong," I told my father, while my mother was glaring suspiciously at me. "Uncle Xander, can you go and pick Charlotte up? It's time to begin with the ritual." "Okay son" A few seconds later The door opened, and Charlotte stepped in, holding her father's arms and walking towards me. She looked beautiful in her white gown. and for a second I imagined Angie, my mate in her white gown, walking towards me with a big smile on her face, and my heart flattened.

Her voice echoing to the smallness of the sitting room. “ You call this a house?." Charlotte asked, looking around,her voice laced with scorn. “ You live in the slums and that's where you belong. You are nothing and you can't stand against me because you will fail regardless of Valerie who you think has your back. You are nothing compared to me and that's why I am warning you to stay the hell away from Valerie. You can't have my daughter and nothing will make you have her.” Charlotte swore,her eyes blazing with determination. She picked up a frame from the side table. A picture of her daughter and Charles. Taken two years ago at a beach.

Even with Aunt May gone, she could still feel her presence whenever she looked at her house. “She was so proud of you,” Charlotte said to her when the street cleared once more. Jenny looked at her sister with confusion before correcting her. “Us. She was proud of us.” Charlotte shrugged. “She always talked about how you have everything so intact. Gosh,” Charlotte chuckled, “she was in love with your fierce determination for life. And success. And independence. Every time she spoke to me about you, her eyes would fill with the pride of a mother’s eye as she pictured you, the five-year-old girl who had knocked on her door twenty years ago.” They laughed together, tears of reminiscing streaming

She didn't understand why her aunt, who was always so kind to her, had become a different person overnight, and who was this President Lee she's talking about anyway? Charlotte came over and pulled her toward August. "August, you felt bad about this? Look at your sweet little niece now. She would rather fool around with guys than make sure your business with President Lee goes well." Charlotte spoiled herself with fine dining over the years, but her hands were surprisingly strong. Elizabeth had no chance of breaking free as Charlotte dragged her in front of August with a few forceful pulls. August also looked at Elizabeth with great indignation. "Elizabeth, you are ridiculous!"

“I know that you cared about me and I appreciate you for that.” “Who is she?” Luther asked. “She is my hus–ex-husband’s sister,” Charlotte replied. Hearing that, Ralph came in between them, shoving Harper as far as he could away from Charlotte. “Sorry miss but no one from the Henderson family is allowed to get close to Charlotte.” “Huh?” Harper muttered. “I would never hurt her! She is like my best friend or sister even.” It was then that Milton recognized who they were. His fury worsened even more, Charlotte didn’t look like the woman who had pleaded with him for them not to get divorced.

But she was thrilled for the future either way. "Mom, please." She sighed as she walked near her mother. She was pulled into her mother's embrace Charlotte froze for a second before deciding to awkwardly wrap her arms around her mother too. Her mother was a few inches smaller than her, she had black hair but she always colored it in dark red and it suited her so Charlotte couldn't complain. Drita was a 39-year-old woman, who in Charlotte's opinion had suffered enough to last for two life times. Although Charlotte didn't know everything she felt as if this decision would be good for both her parents. She'd make sure to work here and send money every time she could.

“it’s okay Frank, just do what you want to do” “but what about daddy, what are we going to do now mummy” she asks. Even her little hands were shaky. “we move, charlotte, we have no home here anymore, and although it is painful, we have to go” Hayes may have never loved Romero, but she’d be damned if she didn’t love his little girl, she had the bravery the jaguar women lacked, and each day she found herself becoming more attached to the bundle of energy that is charlotte.

All traced back to that woman, Diana! Charlotte lowered her gaze, resentment burning fiercely in her eyes. At that moment, Christopher hurriedly approached. "Charlotte." "Dad." Charlotte turned to see Christopher, her demeanor slightly softening. However, Christopher spoke, "Do you know that many people went to Harrison Matthews' old mansion today?" "Yes," Charlotte replied, her eyes dimming. How could she not know? Every year, she used to bring gifts to win Harrison Matthews' favor and to see John. But this year... The Patel family had become sworn enemies with the Matthews family, cutting off all ties.