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“Rest.” He left. The door closed. Charlie lay there, heart pounding, confusion swirling with something dangerously close to comfort. In the quiet that followed, he finally drifted into sleep unaware that the house, like the man who owned it, was already reshaping him. And that the cost of survival had only just begun to reveal itself.

"The Deans tricked me. They manipulated everything from the very beginning. I swear to you, I'll make it up to you. I promise with everything I have." He stepped forward again determinedly, his hands clenched tightly by his sides, knuckles white. "I'll destroy them completely for what they did to you. I'll make their lives a living hell, okay? I'll burn everything they have to the ground. Just come back with me. Please, Charlie." Charlotte stared at him for a long, painful moment, her face unreadable and cold as ice. Then her expression hardened like stone, like steel. "Do whatever you want," she said flatly, her voice void of emotion. "Get your revenge. Burn the entire world if you like. Ju

“Get better, we need you.” Dan walked into Bianca’s place full of questions. Wilson opened up another can of worms. Their curses carry on further than he first thought. Now he was thinking the curse was now a set up. If Wilson’s dad was with Bianca’s mother, they must’ve known about him and Cherl. They were always together back in the day. “Dan Sanders, done crying over spilled milk?” Dan laughed softly. She continued “I have felt a shift in my spirit lately. Jason, broke his curse?”

He even paraded other women in front of me, claiming that even if he'd once loved me, he was justified in playing around now. I felt a deep sense of relief that I hadn't kept the child. Even if he married me, Charlie would have continued his sordid escapades. As their moans filled the air once again, I exited the interface and deleted the account. The next morning, Charlie called me. It was the first time he'd reached out since his incident. I didn't answer. When he couldn't get through, he sent a message. Charlie: [Eve, what's the meaning of this? I agreed to marry you, so why did you throw away all the wedding items at home?]

“Have you asked her what she wants? Maybe she likes it here.” He shakes his head. “You know how women are. They might think they know what’s good for them, but really, they need someone to show them.” What the fuck was Charlie thinking, getting engaged to a guy like this? “I disagree. And I have a feeling this friend is much better off here than in New York with you.” “H-how do you—who are you?” I smile pleasantly just to piss him off. I extend my hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Owen Dawson. And Charlie and I are back together.”

“Good morning to you too, Em. I see you’ve made yourself comfortable.” She leaned forward, elbows on my desk, green eyes sharp. “Comfort is secondary to intel. So. What. Happened. With Charlie last night? Details. I want coordinates, troop movements, casualty reports.” I pulled a vendor file I didn’t need and turned, leaning against the cabinet. “Nothing happened. I crashed in his guest room. We had breakfast. The end.” She snorted. “Bullshit. You moved in with the man you’ve been in love with since, literally, the dawn of time, and ‘nothing happened’? I’ve seen your PowerPoints. You don’t do ‘nothing.’ You do five-phase plans with contingency flowcharts.”

She didn’t complete her sentence. Charles was stunned for a good one minute. He frowned deeply. He couldn’t believe that Aidan really had spread that fake story to cover up his sin. He chuckled bitterly and said, “Those are all lies. I owe nothing to anyone.” Then he explained everything about how Aidan kidnapped him and tried to kill him. They were shocked to hear the revelation. Charles also disclosed his true identity to them, and a smile surfaced on their faces. Lucy only knew that Charlotte’s husband was cheating on her, and she escaped with her son. But she didn’t know that her husband was so wealthy and powerful. She was happy for Charles. After a long struggle, he finally came home t

he said. He didn't move away. "I know, Charlotte.""This can't happen.""It's already happening.""Then we have to stop it." I pressed my hands firmer against his chest and this time he stepped back. I let out a long slow breath and looked down at my arm. The redness was gone. The burning had completely faded. "Thank you," I said. "For my arm."He said nothing.I pulled my shirt back up over my shoulder and let the towel drop to the rail. My hands were shaking slightly.

"Come home and we'll work this out. Surely you've seen the mess—" "The mess your son has created?" "What?" Charli gasped as she stumbled, reaching for her stomach. Her complexion paled as I wrapped my arms tighter around her, also trying to make sense of what had just been said. Did Adelaide just admit that Bryce was actually Fitzgerald's son? "Come on—" "No," Charli said. "I need to hear this." "...I've seen it," Adelaide continued. "Not that you wanted me to. While in that awful place, I couldn't see anything or anyone—"

Not even close to what she put me through. Jaudon Corp was gone. Charlie was reduced to serving people who looked down on him. Someone as proud as him would never survive that. He drowned himself in alcohol, spiraling deeper and deeper. The next I heard, he had stumbled onto a highway drunk and was crushed beyond recognition by a speeding car. The police found my number in his phone and called me to handle his remains. I didn't hesitate. "Cremate him. I didn't know him well." Meanwhile, Reagan and I grew closer.