Charles Dilaurentis Novels & Stories

“And I know my brother isn’t the one working with an Athenilis brother.” “Who?” “I didn’t get a chance to tell you,” I explained. “I needed to make sure. Charles is working with Antoni Athenilis, of the Athenilis crime family. He’s that guy you had a run in with at Darla’s club.” “What?” Sawyer’s face paled. “He’s with the mafia?” I nodded. “Yeah, he practically is the mafia,” I told her. “Dimitri wouldn’t do business with him. But I know for a fact Charles has been in contact with him. That’s likely who they’re laundering the money through the club for.”

He had insulted Thomas once again, and Jarek felt happy about it. “Oh? Fake wine?” Charles took one step forward. “Can you please let me have a look?” “Of course.” Jarek pointed at the wine in front of Thomas. “That’s the bottle of fake wine.” Charles took the wine and examined it carefully. The longer he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and the more he frowned. Suddenly, Charles laughed. “This is a Grandmaster! “A Grandmaster from Serene Winery!” Charles was excited to the point that he seemed insane.

it was all he could do to stop himself from rushing to the table and grabbing her. He stood there, lost in his lust but the clapping and cheering of people brought him out of his trance. "Good game.good game." Daniel said a tad too loudly. He fixed his gaze on Mateo. "that was a good game chairman. wasn't it? Your wife is a true expert." He said tight lipped The two men stared at each other. Only Li-lah was aware of the secret battle that was going on between them. She smiled to herself. Her plan worked after all.

Mr Peter said and left them alone to talk. “Hello.” Vivian said nervously. “Hey, Vivian. I’m Charles you can call me Charlie.” Charles said, offering his hand for a shake, which Vivian politely accepted. Charles looked nothing more than twenty five years old yet he was the director, many would wonder how, apart from his baby face he was a genius with computers , especially designing and he has made a name for himself across the country as one of the best designers. “Nice to meet you.” Vivian said smiling.

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

He tried to decline again but I didn't let him. "He didn't order you to hoard that information from me, did he?" "No, he did not." Charles answered sincerely. "Okay, then you're not going against him by telling me where Matthieu is. Whatever piece of information you have on him, I want it." I knew Charles probably knew much more than Matthieu would want him to know. That was what made him the best person to get information from. Sighing, Charles eventually gave in to my request, "Mr Laurent is Mr Jacobs second cousin from his mother's family. He's been living in and out of France but eventually decided to settle down in France seven months ago."

Conclusions third because conclusions without the first two were just opinions and Maya had a deep personal distrust of unsupported opinions even her own. The facts came out rapidly. Charles Dick was a Zillionaire. His identity had been deliberately withheld from public record for years. He had come to The Harlow as a professional exercise, Lumière as an acquisition target, Vivienne as the subject of that assessment. He had concealed this for the entire duration of their relationship. He had also, within that same duration, apparently fallen in love with her, signed a document that put his entire empire at risk, and laughed when he signed it.

The shock from whatever was still evident on his face. “Hmm,” my head nodded. “Where did you copy this from?” “Copy?” My finger scratched the back of my head as I stared at him. How did he easily find out it was copied? It took Daisy hours snuffing the internet just for this. And when she finally saw this perfect one, she had to duplicate two for us. “What’s your name?” The CEO interrupted my thoughts. “Eira Rowan.” “And you?” His eyes darted in the direction of Daisy.

Words almost spluttered out of my mouth. “No darling I am sure you read it wrong.” He said looking at me intently and then passed me the paper. I read each and every word again, but I was right. “Sir this says PA for the CEO of the Lachlan Enterprises.” I stated and also pointed out in case. “Oh, I guess you are not aware. I am stepping down and letting one of my grandsons take over my company so technically it is for them.” He explained each and every word slowly, so I can register the fact.

"My god, Mother, you can't believe every little bit of gossip you overhear. Now, please excuse me. I have to make some calls." He storms out of the dining room, slamming the door behind him. Charis takes a long sip of her wine, looking worried. "How many 'accidents' do you expect me to arrange for you, Charles?" the voice over the phone snaps at him. "Have you ever considered not screwing up in the first place, instead of just killing everyone who discovers your incompetence?" Charles scowls and grits his teeth, wanting to lash out but knowing he can't. No, he needs Dillon on his side. He can't piss him off too much, or he won't help anymore. Worse, he might decide to go to the police.