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The entire room seemed to tense as the officers approached Charlotte, who was still writhing on the floor, her hands desperately clutching at her bleeding legs. "Charlotte Lawson," Nora’s voice rang out, echoing through the room, "You are under arrest for attempted murder. You’re also charged with the murder of Damon Wright and the murder of your son, Lucas Lawson." My heart skipped a beat. Attempted murder? Who’s Damon? Charlotte let out a painful, strangled scream as Nora and the officers knelt beside her. Her eyes were wide with terror, disbelief written all over her face. She tried to push herself up, but the officers were already securing her, their hands on her shoulders, forcing her t

Charlotte wanted to stand up for her daughter-in-law. "So, she came to our company and made a scene, trying to ruin Aralyn's reputation. But Aralyn called the police on her right away. That said, Charlotte is a stubborn person. Even though she knew all of this was instigated by Luna, she still insisted Luna did nothing wrong. "To her, the one in the wrong is Aralyn when Aralyn is so focused on her work that she doesn't even bother dealing with them." Sophia hesitated for a long moment before asking, "So, all her efforts are essentially just helping pave the way for Luna so she can marry you easily?"

Maxwell and Clay followed me into our apartment. "This is bad, Lucian. Who asked those people to come? The entire settlement will know. According to law, Scarlett will be relieved of her title, investigated and tried publicly," Maxwell said with rage. The truth was we wanted to sweep the matter under the carpet, but now that the entire settlement would know, it would be impossible. I began to weep because it meant putting Scarlett in seclusion. I carried her into the bathroom to help her shower. She had his scent, but mine was stronger on her. I doubted he slept with her because if he did, his scent should be stronger. I wanted to kill him for conspiring and lying against our mate, but we co

Charlotte ended the call and sat down beside my tombstone, leaning against Jonathan's shoulder. The wind blew past, carrying a faint scent of gardenias. She closed her eyes, and tears slid down her cheeks. "I don't want to live anymore, either. You're the one who turned me from a rookie actress nobody knew into the A-lister that I am now. I decided a long time ago that I was yours, so why wouldn't you even look at me?" When the police arrived, Charlotte didn't struggle. She quietly held out her hands. The moment the cuffs closed around her wrists, she turned back for one last look.

Behind her, Joanna rubbed her temples, looking at her aunt Evelyn with pure disgust, muttering about the woman’s stupidity. The room fell into a heavy hush as Charlee reached out and took Charlotte’s hand, giving it a soft, motherly pat. Charlotte felt her heart soar; with the Martels as allies, she could finally crush the "Broken Wolf" once and for all. But Charlee’s next words turned the blood in Charlotte’s veins to slush. Though her smile remained warm, her voice carried the weight of a falling mountain as she looked directly into Charlotte’s eyes.

Astor Needs To Know “Elaine!” Charlotte’s voice rang out as she hurried into the living room, her hands gripping a stack of papers. Elaine turned from the kitchen, concern flashing in her eyes as she saw Charlotte’s frazzled state. “What’s wrong, Charlotte?” Elaine asked, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel as she came closer. Charlotte thrust the papers toward her, her breathing uneven. “Susan’s been lying all along,” she said, her voice trembling. “It’s all staged. I have the evidence right here.”

Throats were ripped out, laying, closed eyed in a pool of their own blood. “Waylon, help me!” Charlottes soft cries tore at my heart. I wanted to help her but I didn’t know how. Releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I walked over to the bed and pulled the sheets down. Going back to Charlotte, moving slowly and softly pulled her into my harms. Her head buried itself in my chest as my scent calmed her. Her fingers griped my shirt like a life line. If I didn’t know any better, I would think she was genuinely scared.

Anderson Sullivan, with a calculating glint in his eyes, observed Marvis from across the table. "Isn't it fascinating, Mother?" Anderson whispered to Charlotte, his girlfriend, who nodded in agreement. "Marvis is not as docile as she seems. She's up to something." Charlotte, her eyes fixed on Marvis, smirked. "Maybe it's time we dig deeper. We can't let her disrupt our plans." Days turned into weeks, and Marvis faced a growing sense of isolation within the Sullivan mansion. The hostility escalated as Anderson orchestrated events to further strain Marvis and Jace's fragile relationship. Secret conversations echoed in the dimly lit corridors, where alliances were formed and broken.

“Do you remember when we were in the university and I couldn’t step past the doorway or how I would become crippled with fear each time a boy spoke to me? You used to call me a coward and a slave to my fears. You reminded me that brother Mordechai was now in jail and punished for his crimes and there was no need to punish myself for something he did? You made me go to the therapist and even went on dates with me so I could feel safe.” Yes, I knew all that. Charlotte’s family was very conservative and very religious. Her parents had sent her to the convent at a young age. There she was raised by the nuns in a boarding school. The plan for her life was that when she grew older, she would take

As did the look the receptionist, a middle-aged blonde woman wearing impeccable makeup and a perfectly tailored pantsuit, shot her as she approached. " Hello. “ Charlie smiled, trying to be as friendly as possible, although the only reaction she got was that the woman raised an eyebrow, measuring her up and down “ My name is Charlotte Sullivan and I would like to see my husband, Morgan Sullivan, in the Fifteenth floor, please. Could you let him know I've arrived? “Are you the wife of Mr. Sullivan? “ the receptionist asked, with an extremely skeptical “Really? “Yes, I'm serious…” Charlie grumbled, trying to keep his composure “Can you just let him know I'm here? I'm sure he will clear up this