Aunt Charlotte In The Patriot Mga Nobela at Kwento

The car door opened, and Dylan’s eyes narrowed like blades as he stared, expecting to see him. But the person who stepped out wasn’t who he had imagined. Instead… “Aunt…” Suzy greeted the woman with a calm voice. Dylan instantly recognized her, even though they had never met formally. The person who came for Suzy was Charlotte. Suzy was the Frost family heiress, and Charlotte was her last living relative. Reminding himself of this connection, Dylan stepped forward, ready to greet her. “Good evening, Aunt—” Before he could finish, Charlotte interrupted coldly, “Mr. Wright, you and Suzy are divorced. Calling me that feels a bit inappropriate now. Perhaps you should find another way to address

“Mommy, why do I have to call you Aunt?” Charlotte could not understand, tilting her head in an I-wonder-why fashion. “I will explain it to you when we get home. But for now, can you listen to Mommy?” “Okay.” Charlotte nodded, her voice tender. Something made Summer curious, so she tidied Charlotte’s clothes and asked, “Why didn’t you let the gentleman hold you just now?” Licking her sweet lips, Charlotte sniffled and shook her body as if she was cold. “I don’t like that gentleman. It feels like he could freeze me. Besides, he is not as handsome as Uncle Handsome.”

There were ups and there were downs, but we had each other. And as I said, Charlotte did try to pull some stunt, that too on Kat’s first birthday. She cornered me, while I was feeding Kat. I don’t have a choice but to listen to her rant. This time she went too far when she included Kat in her choice of words. Unbeknownst to her, Raphael was listening from behind her. And I never let her know of his presence. Why would I? When I was getting a thrill from seeing Raphael’s face when he finally learned about his ‘sister’. After that, let’s just say, aunty Charlotte went for a Long vacation from where she never returned. ‘I’m sorry Erica. I should have trusted you. When did she become this ugly?

The older woman rushed forward, and Charlotte’s eyes welled up with tears. “I’ve missed you so much, Grammie,” Charlotte said. “Good afternoon, Mr. D’Arc. I’m North St. John,” he said, and shook hands with Charlotte’s grandfather. “So… this is who your father set you up with,” Grammie said, and looked North up and down. “He’s nice, Grammie, you can leave the shovel in the garage,” Charlotte said, with a chuckle. “He’s not forcing anything on you? You know I don’t agree with all this arranged bullshit. Your father fell on his head one time too many as a child.”

* A soft knock sounded—her attendant calling time—but Charlotte lingered, drawing a steadying breath, ready to step into vows laced with strategy, not surrender. The door to the bridal suite creaked open, revealing Rita, Charlotte's mother, her eyes already glistening with joyful tears, and Brian, her protective younger brother, lingering just behind with a tight jaw. Rita rushed forward, clutching Charlotte's hands, her voice thick with emotion. "Oh, my darling girl, look at you—absolutely breathtaking in that gown. My little girl, all grown up and glowing.

I looked ahead at my people; the ones who had stayed at my deathbed, unmoving and waiting for me to come back to them. Charlotte was one step down on the altar with a small bouquet in her hands. She looked so pretty in an olive green gown that accentuated her curves and made her eyes pop and stand out. Her curly hair was rolled up on her head and I had never seen my sister so beautiful before. And I bet we had someone to thank for the transformation. Mama stood in the front row with both my aunts. On the other side was Kaito next to the man of the century himself, and he was dressed in a nice black suit that gave him this funny look.

Camila said, making Charlotte smile. "At first, I hesitated. I was even worried because at your age, you still haven't shown interest in anyone, and when you called yesterday, there was a surge of happiness in my heart. Finally, I could give you this heirloom hairpin from your mother, but on the other hand, I also felt anxious. Because I had never heard that you were close to a man, but suddenly you were going to get married. Of course, I immediately flew here to see you," Charlotte said, making Camila purse her lips. She felt surprised, as did Pedro. It turned out that Charlotte felt such a big worry for her. So, Camila finally pulled Charlotte into her embrace, hugging the aunt who had bee

The man added and I barely registered the remaining sentences after the first word, “What did you just say?” I asked in a stiff tone. “I said that Charlotte—” “Yes, Charlotte. Who is Charlotte?” I asked and desperation filled my tone. “Charlotte, Charlotte is your mother’s sister, your aunt.” I swallowed and dug into my pockets for the photo, I brought it out and broke into his personal space, “is this Charlotte?” Please say no, please say no. Please, no. “Yes, this is Charlotte,” He confirmed. Everything made sense now.

At least she liked our popcorn, unlike some of our food which she detested with passion. It may sound unbelievable, I know, but Charlotte hadn't stepped out of the house ever since Dad brought her in. She was hiding here, and hasn't stepped a foot out of the door that leads outside from the living room. She hasn't been registered as a citizen of the pack, and the royal family had no idea that there was an intruder in their pack because she was of no threat. If not, our Alpha should have sensed it, and his gammas would have been gathered around our house, requesting the rogue.

" she asks looking at me. "Sorry mom, you weren't there when I returned back yesterday and by the time you came, I was already asleep" I tell her. "I made pancakes today but no problem, you can take it along to Amber's place if you want", she says turning around. "Okay" I say. She packs some pancakes and I grab my phone and purse from the table and walk towards the door. "Charlotte" she calls after me from the kitchen's door. "Yes, mom " I ask turning around.