Charlotte Isabella Novels & Stories

I began to feel as though I didn’t belong there and one of the influential women I met, Charlotte Gaspar, made it worse as she approached me with a disgusted look. Charlotte is the founder of a large designer brand worldwide, SPRUCE. I heard she and Vaughn had been dating unofficially for nine years. She had a cold demeanor as she approached. It seemed as though she was walking toward me but she stopped a few steps before she got close enough. She gazed at me and turned to Vaughn.

Isabella sat back on the couch, casually playing with her fingernails, looking unconcerned. Charlotte was filled with anger. However, she managed to force a smile, "Isabella, have you been financially comfortable lately? Could you lend me 300,000 for an emergency? I'll return it when my investment matures." Upon hearing this, Isabella looked up, seemingly puzzled by Charlotte's request. But inside, she couldn't help but smirk.

“The new lady of the house, I presume?” Charlotte ignored their jabs, standing tall as she fixed them with a pointed glare. “I’m someone who sees the truth,” she said. “And the truth is, you’re both jealous of Astor.” Victor’s smirk vanished, replaced by a flicker of annoyance. “Jealous?” he repeated, his tone sharp. “Yes,” Charlotte said, her voice unwavering. “Astor built something for himself, something real, without relying on the Harrington name. Can you say that for yourselves?”

However, every stone I have overturned reveals that the Nelo Clan truly has no contact with Charlotte, and until her sister’s sudden appearance, they did not know about her having survived all this time. So, why did Arabella show up that day? Even if she is a spoiled little girl, she runs her own business and owns a well-known brand. She knows not to do anything to tarnish her image. So, why take such a drastic step? And why did Charlotte’s family throw her out, in their minds to her death, rather than use her like they have others?

"Oh! Sorry. My mistake, Lady. Thought you were someone else." Her eyes flat, "That's alright." He stares for a moment, turns and walks away. From your past… "Someone you know?" "Jenny once knew him. I'm Charlotte." ***** We return to the office, Haswell is all welcome. "Did you enjoy your trip out?" She defended his wife.... .... He owes her one.... "It was very interesting," says Charlotte. "It.... gave me a lot to think about." She smiles a thank you as Francis serves her coffee.

She turned her gaze to her perfect manicured pink nails, the same pink as her dress. “Alyse stop. I wanted you to meet Charlotte because she is not just my assistant, but also my friend. She was my best friend until her and her mom left when I was fourteen.” Alyse looked at him, “this is that girl? The one who was the daughter to your nanny? Good riddance, I see why you gave her a job here, once a low life, always a low life.” Nathan glared at her, boring his icy blue eyes right into her. “That is enough Alyse, if you want me to meet the priest today, you will show Charlotte respect. I will not have you talking about her like that.”

Charlie who was filled with guilt that he accepted Ivote and Grey’s orders and even thought of betraying his kind master swallowed his shame and calls to Damian. “Master!” Charlie shouted while running to Damian who turns to look at Charlie. Days passed and Damian is currently with Amelia on a little date outside of their home. Damian watches Amelia as she picks out baby clothes for their soon to be born child. They had both recently found out that the gender of their child was a boy and so, Damian offered to take Amelia on a little shopping so she could pick out clothes for their child. The public had now forgotten about the recent scandal because a certain famous celebrity was found in her

‘Thanked the goddess, she’s far more beautiful than her mother…’ Charlotte had big brown eyes, long silky dark hair, skinny hourglass figure with pale white skin. She was only twenty years old but she had a huge ambition to become a successor of Paltiti Kingdom after his father passed away. “Father, do you need me to kill Engram for you?” she suddenly asked. Charlotte despised Engram since she knew that his brother was a son of a mistress. He was one of the reasons that made her mother go away from the castle. “No need, my dear, your father already took care of it…” Edgar replied shortly.

“The bones were good if your design and with some adjustments, it will be perfect.” Charlotte took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was controlling her emotions so well that I was suspicious. How could she do that? If it was me, I would had exploded on the person bt now. Axel told me what he felt but he said it only lasted a second and he wasn’t sure after she expertly denied it. To make him feel it, she needed to be an Alphas daughter. The problem was, all missing children looked nothing like her. “Alpha Waylon, is there a place I can work? I need to spread out my designs and my room isnt quite big enough.” Charlotte asked me as I pulled up to the pack house.