The Charismatic Charlie Wade Chapter 81 Novels & Stories

Wade twirled the ring I had slipped onto his ring finger and said apathetically, "I won't do anything to you. In fact, I'm just going to send you back to Stormhold." Looking at the man before her, Cecilia realized he was a demon in human form. Stormhold was her ultimate nightmare. Clutching her head, she shrieked, "No, I don't want to go to Stormhold. I'd rather die than go back there!" Wade, however, didn't spare her so much as a single glance. … Once again, Wade returned to my studio. He climbed into the bathtub and downed a whole bottle of sleeping pills. He scrolled through the frantic, unsent messages on my phone. Then, he pressed it tightly against his chest and explained, "I didn't be

FLASH BACK 2 WEEKS BEFORE ALICE * * I came back a minute later after the girls canceled and I saw Charlie's driver. He said Charlie said he should come pick him up and take him somewhere away. I told him to go back home. I don't get why he wants to isolate himself when he's supposed to be putting himself out there more, it's a perfect time to trend. I got into the house and saw him on the ground. "Charlie what the fuck are you doing there?", I asked and noticed he had a bottle of finished wine in his hand.

In the plot, he had already driven the original Maddison to suicide long ago. I laughed. "That's funny. Why else would anyone kill themselves? Don't you know the reason better than I do?" They had sided with Cynthia again and again, stealing everything that belonged to the original Maddison. It was not surprising that she chose to end her life. "I..." When Charlie was about to continue, I turned and left the room. Since I was going to die anyway, I did not want to hear these meaningless words. After all, apologies were useless by then.

CHARLENE'S POV Xavier looked up, showing his eyes filled with sorrow. "The only memory that he has is..." My mouth formed into a line. My heart clenched upon hearing these words. It couldn’t be… "What are you saying, Xavier? Is the Alpha trying to trick me?" I shouted, clenching my fists. "No, I am talking the truth, Charlene. I can't lie," Xavier replied, taking a step forward towards me. His gaze locked into mine with a sincere and determined look.

"Sir Charlie Sr, you haven't eaten since noon. Please, allow me to bring your meal." Charlie Sr lifted his head from his laptop, acknowledging the maid's concern. "Mrs. Wade, you needn't worry. I'll eat when hunger strikes," he reassured her. With a sigh of relief, Mrs. Wade left the room. Charlie Sr closed his laptop and grabbed his car keys.

“Good morning to you too, Em. I see you’ve made yourself comfortable.” She leaned forward, elbows on my desk, green eyes sharp. “Comfort is secondary to intel. So. What. Happened. With Charlie last night? Details. I want coordinates, troop movements, casualty reports.” I pulled a vendor file I didn’t need and turned, leaning against the cabinet. “Nothing happened. I crashed in his guest room. We had breakfast. The end.” She snorted. “Bullshit. You moved in with the man you’ve been in love with since, literally, the dawn of time, and ‘nothing happened’? I’ve seen your PowerPoints. You don’t do ‘nothing.’ You do five-phase plans with contingency flowcharts.”

"The Deans tricked me. They manipulated everything from the very beginning. I swear to you, I'll make it up to you. I promise with everything I have." He stepped forward again determinedly, his hands clenched tightly by his sides, knuckles white. "I'll destroy them completely for what they did to you. I'll make their lives a living hell, okay? I'll burn everything they have to the ground. Just come back with me. Please, Charlie." Charlotte stared at him for a long, painful moment, her face unreadable and cold as ice. Then her expression hardened like stone, like steel. "Do whatever you want," she said flatly, her voice void of emotion. "Get your revenge. Burn the entire world if you like. Ju

Charlie picks up his tone, her head tossing. "Come on Jenny. We can be friends." This close she sees his snarled teeth, the dirty skin. "Chad's not here. He doesn't have to know." He's gripping her arm, tugging her towards the stall. She tries to break away, but for all his disgusting ways, the old tramp is strong. His work is hard, and his muscles are tough and sinewy. With her free hand, she tries to punch, but he snatches at her fist, gripping her wrist with his hand, pushing her inside and down into the straw.

The message read, "You have received 50 million dollars in your account." Jessica spoke with a hint of exasperation. "There's your money. You've been wanting that new SUV, right? Go buy it, or take a trip to take your mind off things. Let's just forget what happened today. Don't hold a grudge against a young man like Ronald, okay?" Ronald Piper poked his head out from behind her timidly. "Thanks, Felix. Now that you've got the money, don't stay mad at Jess. Managing the company is tiring enough. Don't give her a hard time over the little things…"

“They look happy, don’t they?” Emily only nodded. The sight of Nancy leaning into Charles’s shoulder, his hand resting on hers… it was a living tableau of the bond she’d once hoped could be hers. Justin smiled, guiding her toward a quieter spot behind a cluster of pines. They sat on a low stone wall, the fairway stretching out before them, the air cool and fragrant with afternoon dew. “Charles is my old buddy,” Justin began, picking at a blade of grass. “He was already famous, of course… rich, charismatic, the kind of guy who had the world at his feet. But after his parents died, everything changed.”