Novel Apartments Charlotte Novels & Stories

And now, it was personal. Grayson called my name as I stepped into my officeI stopped mid-step, turning to face him. “Yes sir.” “Do you have any idea where Charlotte is staying now?” he asked. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “She’s not at the family house anymore. From what I heard, her husband didn’t leave her much… not even the main house. Just one of his smaller apartments.” Grayson frowned, his arms crossing over his chest. “Do you know which one?”

VIVIENNE'S POV The movers are here at 8 AM. Charlotte's asleep in her carrier. Two months old now. Perfect and tiny and completely unaware that her life is being packed into boxes. I walk through the apartment one last time. This place was supposed to be our beginning. Julian and me and our daughter. The perfect family. Instead, it became the place where everything fell apart. "Ms. Laurent? Where do you want these boxes?" The mover is holding Charlotte's nursery items.

The door opened moments later, revealing Charlotte dressed in a sleek black robe, her expression shifting from surprise to annoyance. “Well, this is unexpected,” Charlotte said, leaning against the doorframe. “Can I come in?” Emma asked, her tone sharp. Charlotte raised an eyebrow but stepped aside. “By all means.” Emma entered, her eyes scanning the luxurious apartment. It was every bit as ostentatious as she had imagined. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Charlotte asked, closing the door behind her. Emma turned to face her. “You need to stop.” Charlotte laughed, a hollow sound. “Stop what?”

"They bought the whole store for her?" Olivia nodded. "The goods are being delivered to her address. I tried to get it from the saleslady to find out where she’s staying and ensure she isn’t living with those men." Milton frowned. "There’s no way she’s living with them. She probably rented an apartment somewhere." He paused, considering his own words. Charlotte loved him—she wouldn't move on so quickly. But then he remembered: she had left with nothing, only taking what she had brought into their marriage. How could she afford an apartment?

She smiled as she brought them to the two suitcases on the bed. “Are you sure you won’t need more than this?” she asked. Even knowing my background, she seemed uncertain with my choices. I supposed I could understand why. I imagined all the other candidates dressed fancy and formally at their own mansions and estates. But those candidates weren’t going to a two-bedroom apartment in a bad part of town like Elva and I were. “I’m sure,” I told Charlotte. She nodded without further pressing and carefully folded the chosen clothes. As I went to help her, Elva tugged on Nicholas’s sleeve.

On the way back to her apartment, Charlotte followed her usual routine, buying a few things on the way and taking the quiet path home. Night had fallen, and she again heard footsteps behind her. This time, she wasn't panicked—just quickened her pace to get home. Unexpectedly, a shadow appeared around the corner ahead. The tall figure blocked her path, and men emerged both in front and behind, moving toward her with clear intent. By the time Charlotte realized something was wrong, there was no escape. She tried to scream, but a hand clamped over her mouth, pressing her against a wall. The apartment complex was old, with no security and mostly elderly residents. She had rented here for peace a

👩‍⚕️CHARLOTTE👩‍⚕️ Charlotte Fool Meyers, I should have been named that instead of Charlotte Slim Meyers. Why on earth did I have to leave the restaurant in annoyance uhn? Now how do I get home? there are no cabs in sight too. Stranded, that's what I am right now. Oh, a car is coming, let me try and see if I can hitch a ride. Hitchhiking is illegal but I'm in a tight sitch right now.

I decided to use this business trip to plan ahead, his absence would give me enough time to plot my next step. With a final glance, I left the house and boarded a taxi, giving him the address. We arrived a while later and I walked into a residential building, taking the elevator to the third floor. I stopped in front of a door and rang the bell. The door opened shortly after and I was greeted by a familiar face. “Nicole! My goodness come in!” “It's nice to see you again, Charlotte.” I said with a smile as I walked into her apartment. “I had given up on you ever paying me a visit since I gave you my address on the plane. I'm glad you finally showed up.” Charlotte beamed and I smiled slightly

“This can’t be true. Isn’t Charlene a poor student? How could she afford it?” “That’s right. This apartment must belong to Jacob. He drives an expensive car, and he dresses in luxury brands. Jacob, hurry up and explain!” Jacob pursed his lips as sweat covered his forehead. Meanwhile, Prissy nudged him anxiously. “Jacob! It’s clearly written on the document that you gave me the apartment. Why is he saying that it belongs to Charlene?! Tell me now!” I sneered at Prissy as she stomped her foot, and I slowly said, “Obviously, that deed is fake!”

Ava looked around her new room for what felt like the umpteenth time. Shutting the wooden closet door, she left where she stood and collapsed onto the bed, laying flat on her back. Emma and Dylan had just dropped her off at college a few hours ago, and she was now stuck sharing an apartment with Charlotte. Drawing in a deep breath, Ava tried to calm her nerves. Sure, she was the happiest woman on earth — finally free from Emma’s endless nagging — but the thought of living under the same roof as Charlotte sent an uncontrollable shudder through her body. Deep down, Ava knew it would be anything but peaceful.