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Finally, as we walked down the hall between meetings, I stopped him, gripping his arm just above the elbow. He turned to me, eyebrow raised, that infuriating smirk tugging at his lips. “What?” he drawled. “What the fuck was that?” I demanded, my voice low but sharp. “They know you, Caisen. Better than they should. How?” He just shrugged, shaking my hand off with ease, that damn smirk deepening. “Charm,” he replied simply. “You know — I smile, they melt. It’s a gift.” Then he winked at me — winked at me, the bastard — and walked into the next room as though nothing had happened.

The people there are elite. "Of all the people to tick off, you pick HIM? I spent two hours fixing this so they wouldn't pull the contract." Before, I'd probably say sorry—even when it wasn't my fault. Now? I just laughed. Cold and quiet. Leandro Corp had a deal with her company? Oh right... that contract. The one expiring tomorrow. I called my assistant. "Pull all investment from Donna's company. I'll handle the final meeting myself. And starting now, scale down everything in Fremora. Shift operations back to Carmoria."

I asked. He set the file down. Finally looking at me. “Because pressure requires response.” A beat. “And response requires positioning.” ⸻ I held his gaze. “You’re giving him space.” “Yes.” “To move.” “Yes.” A pause. “And when he does?” A slight shift in his expression. Subtle. But present. “He commits.” ⸻ That was the strategy. Not prevention. Not interruption. But invitation. Because once Charles committed— He exposed structure. And exposed structure—

He smirked and then extended his arms on me. I looked at his outstretched hand first. "Charm here." I accepted his handshake. I felt the warmth of his palm and his slight squeeze which caused me to be surprised. He grinned. I was shocked when he tenderly kissed the back of my palm. I feel ashamed, I suddenly retrieved my hand he was holding. “Charm? Your name suits you, beautiful. Like a lucky charm,” she said in the sexiest tone. The wind blew me away. "Hmm… You're good at flattery, aren't you?" I said and I smiled softly.

"Can you move back, sir? Respect my personal space." "Tch. Respect, my ass." Aster scoffed again, getting impatient with the idea of waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. "You can't even respect a girl." "Excuse me?" "I'm sure you know who I'm pertaining to, sir Damien." "Why?" His face turned serious. Gone was the bright and welcoming Damien. "What does our relationship have to do with the likes of you?" "Oh, I'm Spencer's suitor." He faked a smile, grabbing the two cups of coffee a barista handed out. "I guess you weren't informed."

“Yes, the only thing that distracts their charm is a woman in her menstrual period. For me, they threw me into exile whenever I was on my period. If you go when you are in your period, you will dilute their charm.” They stood, calculating her words. Words unspoken, but understood: this was their best chance to capture Youssef El-Haddad. Capture. Not kill. At least, not until they've dealt with his self-fortification charm. Outside, the world continued obliviously. Inside, the game had just begun.

Reiner mumbled. “Knight, dear…time is ticking by. You want to try another approach?” Charm asked as she leaned her face into the palm of her hand. “There’s another approach?” Reiner asked cluelessly. “Of course. You can describe your bride-to-be to me, and I’ll make some recommendations. Don’t worry, I’m a pro at this. Oh, it’s going to cost you loads…no worries there either,” Charm said before flashing a smile full of her whitened teeth.

The fabric clung to her body, outlining every delicate curve, and his heartbeat surged. Fuck, she didn’t even seem aware of how breathtaking she looked. Eyes closed, lips parted.........she was both angel and sin. And he found himself unable to look away. Like a devotee to his goddess, he watched her unblinkingly as she lured him deeper into the spell of her charm.

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

But now… there’s elegance in it. “Elegance is misdirection,” I replied. “Charm is just another weapon.” He leaned in slightly. “And I assume that’s what you’re using now?” I allowed a small smile. “Only if it’s working.” He smiled too, but didn’t answer. Silence again, this time heavier. The tension wasn’t new, but it had changed. There was something personal now, folded into the strategy. Something that didn’t belong to war. “I’m not trying to disarm you,” I said after a beat. “I’m trying to align us.”