The True Confessions Of Charlotte Doyle Novels & Stories

“I caught this maid, Charlie, sneaking around in the hallway. After some questioning, she admitted it’s related to Miss Ivy’s disappearance.” The girl, dressed in her maid uniform, trembles all over, crying uncontrollably. She dares not lift her head to look at me, maintaining a kneeling position on the ground. “Tell him what you told me, Charlie,” Mrs. Doyle whispers harshly. The girl–Charlie–whimpers. “But I–” “Tell the Prince!” Mrs. Doyle snaps. Charlie's voice trembled, unable to complete a sentence. “Please, please, please, Your Majesty, please forgive me–”

“Karma? Haha! I don’t do karma, Valerie! If anything, I’m going to beat karma t its own game. And that stupid slut? I already found her!” Taken aback by Charlotte’s confidence, a smiling Valerie exclaimed, “You did?! You really found her?” With her surprised words boosting Charlotte’s resolve, she smirked proudly, holding her head high. “I did! But she got scared and ran away. Such a coward… a slutty coward, that’s what she is!” Charlotte sneered evilly. Valerie’s expression changed in that moment. Her bright smiles reducing to a minimum seeing just how confident Charlotte was at dismissing the mistress that was in fact her! Valerie. “Who says she ran away?” she asked calmly, setting her gla

Jeanne coldly mocked, "Do you think you could hide this, Charlotte? I didn't want to interfere in my brother's love life, but you chose to get right in the line of fire. I asked around at your school, and to my surprise, you led quite the exciting life overseas!" Charlotte's expression worsened by the second, her voice trembling as she struggled to explain, "I-It was all a mistake! I'm being framed!" "You are, hm?" Jeanne snickered. "Then can you explain what's happening in these photos? Those 'friends' of yours from overseas told me how promiscuous you are, and how many men you slept with. What's with the pure and innocent act now?" It was as if the air in the hall froze, Jeanne's words imp

"Did you know she had a failed theater career in Blue Creek? Or that she sent a man to jail? She's one of those radical, troublemaking women who hate men and want to see them fail." Mary Lou's face flushed with shock and anger. "That's not true!" she protested, her voice trembling. "You don't know anything about me!" Charlotte sneered. "Oh, but I do. I hired a private investigator. I know all about your sordid past." Aaron stepped forward, his eyes filled with concern. "Charlotte, that's enough. This isn't right." Charlotte turned to him, her expression hardening. "You need to know who you're associating with, Aaron. She's trouble."

I confessed, and took her hand. She looked down at our clasped hands confusingly, but I was thankful she didn’t pull away. I heard Dante clear his throat when I mentioned mine getting close to Bernard, but I ignored him, focusing on one of the first friends I made in the house. “So, you’re claiming that you stabbed me in the back because you’re a private detective on an undercover mission?” Charlotte repeated like she didn’t believe a word I’d told her. “That’s exactly what happened, Charlotte,” I answered, then showed her the laptop in my hands. “This is Valerie’s laptop. There is evidence on here that she and Bernard kidnap women and drug some of them so that the sponsors can date rape the

“Do you remember when we were in the university and I couldn’t step past the doorway or how I would become crippled with fear each time a boy spoke to me? You used to call me a coward and a slave to my fears. You reminded me that brother Mordechai was now in jail and punished for his crimes and there was no need to punish myself for something he did? You made me go to the therapist and even went on dates with me so I could feel safe.” Yes, I knew all that. Charlotte’s family was very conservative and very religious. Her parents had sent her to the convent at a young age. There she was raised by the nuns in a boarding school. The plan for her life was that when she grew older, she would take

she said with her eyes getting teary. “About the contract” I paused and went closer to her “why didn’t you tell me that this book store is a money laundering scheme?” I asked. Charlotte was silent as she realized that I had discovered of her secret. “You have no words now, don’t you?” I said as she was still in silence. I walked past her heading to one of the spare bedrooms. “I’m pregnant” Charlotte said. I froze thinking to myself ‘you are not doing it this time Charlotte.’ “What?” I turned and looked at her.

She explained simply, pouring the mimosas in a glass as she spoke. Jason looked confused. “On who?” “The new serial killer running around town strangling women. A new case I was assigned until Fairchild took me off it. By the way you haven't been by to see her have you?” Jason frowned even more. “No. What? I am so confused what the hell is going on?” “Fairchild isn’t who we think she is. I don’t have proof, but she can't be trusted.” Antonio explained while Janet stood against the counters drinking her mimosa.

“Your sisters have been too hard on you, and I myself too… including your mother. The truth is, we are blessed to have you in our lives—a strong sister, a lovely daughter. The accusations Chloe made were false. None of them were true. Am I right, Chloe?” He turned to Chloe. The guests murmured ,whispering to one another. Chloe's face looked so cold and dry. "Yes...yes...it was all a lie". "i know this wasn’t the best time to do adress this,I know. But I want everyone to know that Charlotte is completely innocent. Whatever Chloe said was just staged— Chloe was following the script I gave her, because she is an aspiring actress. We wanted to give her a chance to perform for the best filmmakers

" My young self was right. I had no backbone. For 20 thousand and my ID, I got in the car. Charlotte brought me to an office building and led me into a conference room. It was pitch black inside. Something felt wrong. I turned and caught the glass door before it shut. "I can't clean in the dark," I said, frowning. Charlotte tossed something at me. "Put it on." In the sliver of light from the hallway, I saw what it was: a pair of men's underwear, thin and barely there. "What's this supposed to be?" Charlotte crossed her arms. "Mrs. Crayford can't see well. With the lights off, she won't notice much. She enjoys it more that way.