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The concentration on her face was impeccable. “I’m not married, and I don't have any man in my life.” Charlene sighed, swallowing the lump in her throat. “But I do have a son. His name is Harry and he's my world.” “Where's the father?” Veronica continued. Charlene got to her feet and walked over to the rag that she had dropped earlier. She resumed her cleaning, having only a subtle smile on her face. “He..he probably doesn't know that we exist.” She answered. Veronica got up as well.

“Charlie is a King! Her father is Adrian King, the CEO of King’s Enterprises and the chairman of ACE Construction company in Halliport City. Taylor, you did not just date a wealthy girl. You are dating a billionaire heiress!” Taylor’s parents gasped, whereas Tristan said, “Cool!” On the other hand, Taylor hissed. He shook his head and remarked, “No wonder she can’t cook.” *** Later that night, Taylor was with Charlie in her bedroom. They were both tired, so they quickly got under the covers. Before falling asleep, Taylor suddenly said, “Babe, you are a billionaire, huh?” “Mmmm. Yeah,” Charlie confirmed. “Okay.” Taylor paused before saying, “I’ll say it now—I refuse to be a trophy husband!”

Kevin asked Charlie in a low tone and I smiled. "Of course, I am excited. I am the son of Charlotte Morin, if you are not forgetting." The elegant tone and the attitude in his eyes when he spoke those words almost reminded me of myself when I was his age. I was full of pride and elegance. I never thought there would be a time when I would be living in anyone's shadows.

DAMN IT. I jumped off Langston's back and did one thing any person who's at my place would do. Run! I ran towards the door and opened it. Wait, it's locked? "Looking for this?" I heard his annoying voice which made me turn around and glare, "Langston..." "Chloe..." He smirked back. "Charlie..." Charlie added while grinning. His smile is so adorable. Charlie is like the replica of Langston as he gets older, the only thing that proves that he's my son is probably because of his personality!

Charlie checked the time, then said, "Go home now. If you don't feel like going home, then stay at a hotel. I'll book a flight home." "Charlie, I'm giving up," sighed Chelsea in defeated exhaustion. "He almost killed me tonight. I don't want to give him anything, not even a single tear… He is not worthy!" Charlie laughed, "How many times have you said that before? You won't give up till you he is in your hands." "It's for real this time… He's got a son now. He doesn't need me anymore." "Get some rest, Chelsea." Charlie sounded utterly calm. "I recently came across a rather important piece of information. I'll tell you about it when I get back."

Charles Haywood-Rowling ~ Dec 26 Son of Milli Haywood-Rowling and Edgar Rowling My sweet Charlie boy, I only had a moment with you, My little angel has gone to heaven too soon. “Dad... DAD!” Heith shouted before rushing into the bathroom. Edgar was mumbling incoherently about hating himself and he didn’t deserve her. The reek of alcohol, urine, and vomit made Heith want to puke as he showed his father the image. “Milli was pregnant and they lost the baby. Edgar went to see her. He knows where she is," Heith explained.

“Son, before Henry died, he came to meet with me. He asked me, if something should happen to him, would we be willing to look after his little girl—you and me. I know I didn’t ask you about it, Son, but I thought I knew for sure that your answer would be the same as mine. You’d be willing to look after her someday, wouldn’t you, Charlie?” “Yes, of course, Father,” Charlie nodded, knowing that whatever his father thought would certainly be best. “Good, I’m glad to hear that,” John said, finally smiling. “Do you mean, I’ll have another sister?” Charlie asked, thinking of his sister Grace. She was a bit older than him, and sometimes they argued, but for the most part he liked her just fine most

Charles asks as Jason gets up to come after me. Jason stops and looks at him sadly, "I think she has a problem with this because you resemble her father and you have the same last name as her, too." When Charles gives him a look like that wasn't a bad thing, Jason continues, "Her father used to beat her daily and beat her mother to death two months ago." Charles' look on his face was a mixture between horrified and shock. "Oh, my God." He looks at Connie, "Is her father's name Waylland Wheaton and he has three children, triplets - two boys and a girl?"

Jumping out of bed, “Excellent, I'll take an extra deep breath to ensure that outcome. Tell my boy Charlie, I'll be down to say goodbye before he leaves for school.” “Will do. Now you'd better hit the shower dirty man, you don't want to be late for work.” I hear him mutter something in response, but I don’t stick around to find out. Down the hall where Charlie's room is situated, I hear music. Once I'm just outside his door, I can make out its Carrie Underwood, literally his favorite artist. I dare say he has a little crush. At such a young age, he takes after his father where the ladies are concerned... he likes all the girls but has his eyes set on just one.

Charlie did his part, sort of, my dad had died six month after that and Charlie took over, I didn’t go to his house often, I don’t think I ever did apart from the day that dad took me and on that day, I had seen a little blonde haired girl. So when I found out Margaret was Charlie’s daughter and that little girl I had seen that day, I thought it was fate. I told Robert so but he only rolled his eyes,” he chuckled once more at those happy memories, back when the going was good.