Chasity The Charity Case Novels & Stories

The headlines still played faintly from the TV in the corner. BREAKING: Business tycoon Abbas Karim officially charged on multiple counts of fraud, embeHer name was tied to his in every article. Her victory had made her untouchable. And yet, for the first time, she felt fragile. The door creaked open softly. “Still awake?” Evelyn didn’t move. She knew that voice — low, steady, laced with concern she wasn’t sure she deserved. Sebastian stepped in, leaning against the doorframe. His tie was loose, his sleeves rolled up. He looked exhausted but grounded, as if he’d been carrying some of her chaos on his shoulders.

Those people you 'busted'—the so-called people pretending to be wealthy heirs—merely wanted to take some photos they liked and, unable to afford the real items, bought a few knockoff watches. "You say they were pretending so they could lure wealthy women, but what you didn't know was that they'd skipped buying the watch and were living frugally so they could donate the money to charity. "Because your heart is filled with malice, you view others through that same malicious lens." Not long after Tyson was locked up, Solana reappeared. After a week of torture, there wasn't a single part of her body that was unharmed. She had even been electrocuted until she lost control of her bladder.

Charity said from beside me, wiggling her eyebrows in Derrick's direction. "Derrick's pretty torn up about it. I would wait on that one," I grumbled. Of course, all the vultures were going to come out to devour him. Charity is bloody well gorgeous, but she's a whore. She lost her virginity when she was thirteen and has slept with countless guys since then. She has even slept and partied with some college guys from Tech. I'm surprised she hasn't gotten pregnant or contracted some horrible disease. This isn't all gossip, either. She tells everyone about her sexcapades. As if she's proud to give it up to anyone at any given time and doesn't care what anyone thinks about her.

Rhapsody directed her to sit in one of the wing chairs while she prepared the tea, and Jasmine twiddled her thumbs and eyed her colorless environment, trying not to shiver. Oh, what she’d give for a bucket of paint and a few brightly woven Indian blankets. Naughty thoughts of redecoration schemes involving stuffed moose heads, loud slip covers and a few busts of Elvis kept her occupied until Rhapsody returned with the tea tray bearing unadorned white china. Come to think of it, she was wearing white today as well.

"You've all been fooled! You've been fooled by this two-faced bitch!" Dad immediately dialled 911. Louis wrapped his arm around me and we boarded the plane to Coralsville shortly after. A few months later, our lives had settled back into normalcy. My little flower shop, with its unique arrangements and wide variety of flowers, quickly became a booming success. Now that I was free from Mom's harassment and the crushing pressure of my old job, I spent my days surrounded by beautiful flowers and the gentle flutter of the baby's kicks inside me. I felt happier than I had in years.

Ash had never seen her before but he could tell that she was a Landers due to the luxury she had on her. Merely looking at her, Ash could say this was not one like the calm Landers that he met, Daisy, who had him interrogated. This one was saucy, with an attitude. She looked to be the female duplicate of Ivan Landers. Ash wanted to ask who she was then he spotted her customized car plate, she was Katty Landers.

I gripped the edge of my desk, my nails digging into the wood. He wasn’t just chasing me anymore. He was embedding himself into my world. Into everything I built. My heart raced. Not with fear. Not even with anger. But with something far more dangerous. Because no matter how much I wanted to deny it… Chester Blackwood knew exactly how to get under my skin. And I had no idea how much longer I could fight him. The Lexington's Charity Gala was my event. It is a new charity foundation that I established after my relocation to Manhattan.

Bisola was on a call with her boyfriend, Mope was humming while she painted her toe nails, and Charity sat cross legged on her bed scrolling through her phone. Felicity folded laundry quietly, her mind running circles around the same thought—what are the odds that out of all the rooms, they’d end up here? With her. “”Hey,” Charity said suddenly, breaking her out of her thoughts. “Can I ask you something?” Felicity looked up. “Sure.” “What’s your type?” Felicity blinked, caught off guard. “That’s… random.” Charity smiled, setting her phone down. “I know. I’m just curious. You seem like the type who likes calm guys — you know, the sweet, reliable kind.”

She still shivered when she thought back to that day. 10th August 2019. That was the day when the tragedy of her life happened. Her father died. It had been a wonderful day. The weather was great. Eloisa was coming from school with Ethan. Ethan was talking about a funny thing that happened in his class. He told her that he would definitely be the first boy in his class in the upcoming finals. He was a brilliant boy but so naughty and playful that no one could make him sit down for a minute. As a result, his grades suffered though he was always among the top ten. When they arrived home, the main gate was opened. Her mother never left the main gate open. She frowned but did not think much of i

Margaux is still furious when she gets home after her unexpected meeting with her twin at the mall. She immediately went straight to her room to calm herself down. “Argh! That loser!” She shouted out of frustration and threw her bag onto the bed. She couldn’t still grasp the situation that she had been in earlier because it was the first time she got rejected and the feeling was foreign to her. This is the first time that someone chose Tiarra over her that’s why she’s feeling agitated. She felt this was her first defeat to Tiarra. Because unlike before, she could easily get everything Tiarra had and always had her way of turning the tables in her favor.