Charles Dilaurentis Novels & Stories

How dare he! Just thinking about that man made my blood boil up. Hindi sila nagkakalayo ni Mr. del Fuero, mga sakit sa ulo! And he seems so familiar to me. I think----- I stiffened and my eyes slowly widened as realization suddenly hit me. Dylan Charles Enriquez, CEO of ECC. The host of tonight's event. Oh shit! With that, my frustrations intensified.

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

He clasped Mariano's hand for a firm shake, then took mine, planting a soft kiss on my knuckles. "Mariano," The man said, "Its a pleasure to see you again." He nodded, then looked at me. "This is my Isabelle. Bella, this is Ralph, the head of the Irish Mob." I smiled at him. "Congratulations for the new consigliere, Ralph." He nodded at me. "Thank you." When he was gone, I finally breathed. "Such a good girl," Mariano whispered enticingly, "Keep it up and I shall reward you tonight."

She was the model for Delilah’s remodelling, a few basic memories of hers were passed down to Delilah; including her name, age, family and love life. “She’s ready.” The tube began to open and the smoky air began to evaporate from the tube while the model's tube was still sealed shut. Delilah struggled while trying to stand up, her eyes were blurry and her limbs weak “How do you feel Alora?.” The scientist asked while studying her body movements and mood. Delilah, who is now Lena, turned slightly with her squinting eyes. “I feel dizzy, Mason?.” She murmured. The scientist turned to his co-scientist and nodded approvingly at him.

I calculated and knew what spot he would sit in so that Cristela would end up beside me. “Gabriel, this is Charles. He's the most important man in my company right now, he's the back bone of that entire company, he's making me proud in so many ways and I wish he was my son." Dariel said rubbing Charles' shoulders. The amount of pride in Dariel's voice was so high it could blow the roof off this house. His eyes admired Charles in so many ways. “I'll just take a moment to soak these in cold water, how about the both of you have a small chat." Dariel said walking away

Warmly, he said, “Mister Yates, I’m satisfied and happy with our partnership. I hope that we’ll always be able to work together.” “Of course,” Alex said. “Oh, it’s my eightieth birthday in a few days. If you have time, you’re welcome to…” Lex did not even finish his sentence before Alex agreed. “Of course. I’ll be there.” “Callahan, old friend.” Another voice rang out. A man in his fifties approached. It was Charles Bertrand, who was also at Rowena’s villa last night. He was the chairman of a big pharmaceutical company, second only to Celestial.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for accepting my call and coming to make this day a success. My name is Lucien Hart and I am from the Hart family. I will be contesting for mayor and I ask for your support. I know that you have a lot of questions, and I will be answering all your questions today, so use this opportunity wisely because it might not come easy again! The reason I want to become mayor is simple. Someone once had a big dream for this city. A dream that was never fulfilled. He bestowed me the honor of fulfilling his dream and serving the people of city N and that is what I am about to do.

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.

I zeroed in on the former Laurent executive the next morning. His name was Jasper Langford — 58 years old, former Chief Strategy Officer at Laurent Strategic Holdings. He had “retired” three years ago under circumstances that smelled like a quiet exit rather than a natural departure. On paper, he was a respected consultant. In reality, he was the perfect ghost for Charles’s operations. I spent hours building his profile.

"The number is a burner phone. Purchased yesterday with cash. No way to trace it back to the buyer." "So she's being careful." "Very careful. Sir, I think we should consider moving you to a secure location until we know what she's planning." "I'm not hiding from Giselle Laurent." "With respect, sir, you're not just dealing with Giselle Laurent. You're dealing with Charles Laurent and all the resources he can bring to bear. The man has a net worth of over ten billion dollars. He has connections in government, business, and organized crime. If he wants to make your life difficult, he has a lot of ways to do it."