The Charismatic Charlie Wade Chapter 81 Novels & Stories

Charlie slowly turned the pages with lightly trembling fingers. On the front page of the beauty section was a photograph of Elena, looking magnificent and regal as she attended the Aethel Corp gala inauguration in Paris. Beside it was a smaller photograph of Leo, smiling brightly, free from every burden. The moment Charlie saw the smiles on his wife and son's faces, a warm tear slipped down his gaunt cheek and landed upon the rough newspaper. His chest shook violently as he struggled to contain the despair that mixed with an overwhelming sense of relief. His shallow breath came out painfully, as though his soul were being torn apart between longing and reality.

Evelyn tried to push herself up, but a wave of agony tore through her shoulder, forcing a sharp gasp from her lips. A nurse immediately stepped forward. “You need to rest—” But it was already too late. Charlie had entered the room. The air shifted instantly, as though his presence alone commanded the space. His expensive black coat was soaked from the rain, his dark eyes blazing with anger, and his hands were clenched so tightly that the veins stood out beneath his skin. When his gaze landed on Evelyn, it was filled with nothing but disgust. “Charlie…” she whispered weakly. His expression hardened further. “Amelia can’t feel her legs.”

he quickly remarked. Declan and Dylan stood in the doorway, nodding as they called Charlie out for his carelessness. I shut my eyes, sick with disbelief. How had I ever fallen for their lousy act? Charlie sat on the edge of the bed, took my hand, and pressed a soft kiss to it. "Lucia, the weather's been awful lately. Is your face bothering you again? I've already found the best plastic surgeon. Once you're healed, you'll be back in the modeling competition and shine brighter than ever. No matter what happens, I'll always love you."

Charlotte’s POV I tried to pull myself upright before Kieran entered the room, not wanting him to see me like this, but it was too late. He stepped into the doorway of the pantry and immediately saw me standing there, doubled over, clutching the cupboard for support. “Charlotte?” I looked up at him and forced a wan smile. “I was just looking for—”

“Have you asked her what she wants? Maybe she likes it here.” He shakes his head. “You know how women are. They might think they know what’s good for them, but really, they need someone to show them.” What the fuck was Charlie thinking, getting engaged to a guy like this? “I disagree. And I have a feeling this friend is much better off here than in New York with you.” “H-how do you—who are you?” I smile pleasantly just to piss him off. I extend my hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Owen Dawson. And Charlie and I are back together.”

If The Big Eight decided to ram him with the car, he could just simply summon two bolts of lightning and send the car swirling down the edge of the mountain, ending the battle immediately. Thankfully, Emiliano didn’t look down on his opponent. The two cars began slowing down and were about ten meters away from Charlie before gradually coming to a stop. Soon after, The Big Eight all came down from their cars. Emiliano walked in front of the group toward Charlie. With a cold tone, he asked, “Who are you, brat? How dare you stand in the way of The Big Eight!” Charlie smiled a little and replied, “I’m Wade. Charlie Wade. The infamous son-in-law of Aurous Hill!”

Charlie spins back and glares at Draven, one thing I have come to learn about Charlie is she hated being given a label regarding her traits “I am not stubborn. I just don’t want to spend time with you and I shouldn't have too. You are not my father” Draven shifts his eyes to me “In that case, another person dies” Something or rather someone rushes by us and I watch Charlies wide eyes follow the blur "Stop, I will come in, just please don't kill anyone else" His lips curled up at the corner and he suddenly understood one of her weaknesses

“That’s impossible! It can’t be!” Vincent screamed and pushed Janna out of the way. He ran madly after my receding figure, though I was already far ahead. Vincent sprinted forward desperately. With the estate’s security alarm going off, the security personnel in the dark jumped out to stop him. I approached the helipad where the chopper was running. The propellers whipped up a huge blast of air. Vincent raced toward me in anguish. Oblivious to the gravel hitting him, he dropped to his knees and stared intently at me.

“Yes, baby. Your face says a different thing, while your mouth speaks differently.” I stretched my hands toward a kneeling Charlotte. “Come with me, baby girl,” I said, this time with a crooked brow. “Come with me. You’ve done a great job. You must be applauded. I appreciate ladies who satisfy my fantasies.” Restless heat passed through me as Clint led me across an open space. The rumble of helicopter blades and the roar of engines grew louder with each step, But I was lost in thoughts. I was so horny, and he knew my situation as we walked down the apartment to the hangar.