Charlotte Isabella Novels & Stories

After that, Adrian never came looking for me again. I only heard that he'd had the most extravagant wedding gown custom-made for Charlotte in Italy, given her a priceless pink diamond, and brought her to meet the old Don. The East Coast underworld was full of it. "Miss Charlotte's so lucky, cherished by the Vance Don like she's the apple of his eye." "Miss Charlotte isn't just highborn, she's kind and generous too. She knows that old Ashford survivor, Eve, lives poor as a rat now, and she even wants to give her some money out of charity."

He made sure she attended the best universities but also appointed many bodyguards around her and hardly any student approached her fearing her influential family, many people made assumptions of her being bratty rich kid not wanting to get tangled with her. Charlotte used to live in Lily's homeland but after she turned 15, she moved to Russia, and they kept their friendship through video calls. They both were poles apart, Liliana was a chatterbox, while Charlotte liked her personal space keeping her words as less as she could. Their friendship took a hit when one day Liliana shared her hours story with her and Charlotte with patience listened to her and even gave her a suggestion.

she began, her voice calm and measured. “But there are some things that are widely known,” she continued. “Charlotte is an only child, the daughter of the CEO of one of the biggest companies in town. Her luxurious lifestyle, and her penchant for the most eligible bachelors, have led people to call her spoiled.” Rose’s tone remained even, her expression a mix of neutrality and curiosity. I nodded slightly, processing this information as it interwoven with the pieces I already knew. Charlotte’s upbringing, it seemed, had been one of privilege.

If there was one thing Abigail had to acknowledge as Charlotte's strength, it was cunning and planning. "Wait," Abigail told her, trying to make sense of everything Charlotte was telling her. "But what if I had just never showed up? What were you going to do then?" Charlotte seemed to consider it before she spoke, "To be perfectly honest with you, I had no idea until you came along," Charlotte told her. "It was only when you came that I saw the opportunity I had, to get rid of Lyall and his ridiculous ambition, and to keep Olivia away from falling into the trap."

A lady’s maid and two footmen followed, struggling beneath trunks and finely crafted chests that spoke of a woman who traveled with half her world in tow. At the top of the steps, Lady Abigail waited. Regal as ever, she stood framed by the carved stone archway, the faintest smile touching her lips. She had chosen well; Charlotte was not a girl but a statement, the embodiment of power disguised in beauty. “My lady Velmour,” Abigail greeted smoothly, though her eyes sparkled with something sharper. “Welcome to our home. Your journey, I trust, was uneventful?” Charlotte inclined her head with the elegance of a queen acknowledging another sovereign. “Long, but well-accompanied. I was most eager

He had massive influence and power, and could best me in just about any method he chose. “Alpha Kieran!” I greeted smoothly, “I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of our guests, but I am concerned that you have been deceived. The woman you chose, Charlotte, has a disreputable and lascivious reputation. She had a boyfriend until recently, you see, and still seduced several other men behind his back. Her infidelity led to a misbegotten pregnancy that thankfully miscarried, and when her sins became public she was demoted to the rank of slave.”

Spending the day with Charlotte, Jax, Oliver, and the kids made me more acquainted with them. Charlotte and Morris live near the packhouse in a cozy private farmhouse, and they were high school sweethearts. Morris is a supportive mate and tries to encourage Charlotte to pursue her fashion designer dream, which she did. Still, then she became pregnant and chose to drop her college studies, focusing on her family. Unfortunately, she suffered a miscarriage, and ever since, she hadn't been able to conceive. By how she took care of Carl, I could tell that she wanted to be a mother more than anything else.

She had to get out of there, but she didn't see any gaps. Then a giant arm pulled her around her waist. She looked up and saw Eduardo Villa-Lobos with smoky eyes, directed at each of the people who were bothering her. “Charlotte is not a McKenna. he said loud and clear. “At least not anymore. My son and she got married a few weeks ago, but they didn't have the opportunity to go on their honeymoon before the horrific attack on him. She's a Villa-Lobos, she's from my family, and nobody messes with my family.

Charlotte sneered. My vision blurred with rage. What did she just call her? A bastard child? "Help! Help! Mom!" Abi screamed again. I ran towards them. "Let go of my daughter, Charlotte," I said firmly. Charlotte, now wearing her gleaming gown, was ready to attend her son’s wedding. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "There you go. My son’s mistress," she said, releasing my daughter. Abi immediately ran to me and hid behind me.

Abby broke the silence after a long while. “Uhm- well, I was still back in Atlanta. Work kept me there the entire decade. My family is also back there, so there was not enough reason to leave a place I knew and loved. I also got engaged,” Charlotte mentioned, awkwardly moving her finger around a spot on the table cloth while shifting her gaze across Mark and Abby. She noticed Abby’s eyes gape, but Mark’s face was expressionless. Clearly, Lucas had also mentioned that to him. “But that did not end well since I am here now,” Charlotte summarised. She did not wish to make Lucas uncomfortable nor did she wish to relive her past any longer. Her present moments mattered more to her.