Charles Diana Novels & Stories

He gestured for Nate to sit as well, but Nate remained standing, his body angled slightly toward me—protective, I realized with a jolt. "Diana was my sister," Charles began, his voice taking on an almost reverential quality. "To be precise, she was my sister by adoption. I loved her. But my parents wouldn't allow us to be together. However, I knew that once I had enough influence in the family business, my parents wouldn't stand in my way." I flinched at the implication.

“That was the first day Charles arrived at Prince William's castle. If you're wondering where I found out about that, Dante is my nephew. Let's just say she told me everything.” “What!?” I jumped so much in shock that my footing on the floor shook. “B-but... On that day, Dante said she didn't know who Prince Charles was. She also said she'd never met him! It could be that Dante just didn't know-” My mouth dropped open. Alexa didn't add anything to her cold expression, but it was enough to let me know the truth. “So you're saying that Dante has been lying to me the whole time? About not knowing about Prince Charles? And everything?”

All of this made Rai freeze on the spot. "You made Diana Charlotte as a King of Haltz, didn't you?" Diana asked Rai, then turned back to Dominic. "I'm just doing what you've written in this letter—" her gaze slowly sharpened, "—making Diana Charlotte a King of Haltz," Diana explained. Dominic released his grip, sending Pine limply to the floor, making red streaks visible on her neck. "So what do you want? If she is the King, then who is mine?"

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Charlie also guessed Lord Wade’s intention in doing so, but he was not prepared to give the old man the Rejuvenating Pill—at least not yet. What was most interesting to Charlie in the whole list was the fact that he did not see the British royal family in the list. Previously, Charlie had also seen the movement of the British royal family from Ten Thousand Armies’ intelligence network. It was said that the Crown Prince had not reported the situation about the Rejuvenating Pill truthfully to the Queen after returning to Britain. The Queen had been very angry about this incident and was bent on getting this medicine.

Charles’ voice echoed through the sitting room. Stone turned just as Charles walked in. The moment Charles saw Stone, he froze. Any visit from the Wyndham family these days was never good news. But after a brief pause, Charles straightened himself. Whatever it was, he would face it. “Stone,” Charles said, forcing a small smile as he stepped forward. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” Stone stood up immediately and shook his hand respectfully. “How are you, Mr Ainsworth?” “I’m fine,” Charles replied. Then he glanced at Diana. “As fine as we can be, considering everything. Diana is still trying to get over the sudden disappearance of our daughter.”

And Charles had a famous relationship of his own back then - he was married to Lavinia Hampton, the tennis star who died tragically in a car wreck two years after their wedding. Still with me? Yeah, I know it's a lot to take in. These Hollywood dynasties can get pretty complicated, and this one's got a lot more branches than most of them. But don't worry - I won't go into detail about Charles' three older siblings and their kids, even though I find those parts of the family just as fascinating. Honestly, these days most people only really care about Charles and Giovanna and their sons. And oh, their sons.

Regina replied right away with a long message, clearly something she had prepared and was just waiting for me to ask. As I skimmed through it, I realized their drama was as ridiculous as a soap drama. Charlotte used to be called Daisy Jones. She was the housekeeper's daughter of the Dickson family. She and Charles were the same age and grew up together—childhood sweethearts, basically. On Charles' 18th birthday, Charlotte offered herself to him as a gift.

Diana’s POV I finished up the last of my work and picked up my phone, my legs crossed neatly over one another. The office was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the distant chatter from the floor below. I needed a distraction. I opened my browser and searched for the latest update on Charles Moore. The headline alone was enough to make my stomach twist: “Charles Moore Exposed: Living a Double Life as Orevelle’s Board Member.” I clicked. The article was brutal.

"Diana, stop this madness. I've said it a thousand times—I love Maya. I will never, ever be with you." She collapsed onto the floor, but scrambled back up with eerie speed. A chilling smile spread across her face. "You'll regret this," she hissed. "I'll make sure you regret ever choosing her." … Meanwhile, at the hospital, Charles stood with his jaw clenched. After extensive investigation, he had finally confirmed what he feared most: the kidnapping and the hit-and-run weren't accidents. They were both orchestrated—by Diana. His fury was volcanic, barely restrained as he dialed Oscar's number.