True Confessions Charlotte Doyle Novels & Stories

The man with the gray tuxedo said as he flipped his chair and looked at me. "About what?" I asked. "Since you're the only girl and the top 1 at the highest ranking, we would like to give you this problem and solve it as soon as possible." He gives me an envelope and seems like there's something inside on it. Why me? I accept it and open it up. There's a picture inside. And when I'm looking at it, it seems like I lost all of my strength. It's a picture of Kate Ventura's death, is this a murder or suicidal?

“Nothing they can prove.” I should’ve told him to leave. I should’ve asked more questions. Instead, I heard myself say, “Okay.” The shift in his eyes was immediate dark, satisfied. He came closer, his hand brushing my thigh through the blanket. “That’s my girl.” Back in the interrogation room, Cole leaned forward slightly, his gaze never leaving me. The detective was still waiting for me to spin the story we’d rehearsed. And I did. Word for word. If only he knew how much of it was true and how much was far filthier than anything they suspected.

He sighed. "Than what is it!" She snapped at him, she was pathetic Charlotte thought as tears filled her eyes. Okay, now she really was. Why was she crying now for? She blinked back the tears as her hands shook from frustration. "I don't have any condoms, tesoro." He softly spoke to her and neared her. Charlotte was instantly hit by guilt. "Oh." Was all she could say, she was the definition of pathetic. "Yeah." He awkwardly scratched his neck as he looked at her.

"You said you were going to my house to drop something off last time I went out, but when I came home, I found one condom missing. My wife refused to admit it and said I remembered wrong. I even started doubting myself. Tell me. Was it you?" Randy knocked the man's hand away, then looked at me viciously. "You want to convict me with one video? I wasn't the one who started it in that video. Your wife was the one who threw herself into my arms. Couldn't you see that? Or are you just too scared to admit that your wife cheated on you? Too scared to admit you lost to me?"

Instead… She started laughing. Not loudly. Just enough that both men looked at her in surprise. “What?” Darrien asked. Charlotte shook her head. “They don’t know me at all.” ⸻ She stood and walked toward the windows. “The first question…” She turned back toward them. “Am I emotionally compromised?” She thought about it. “No.” “I’m emotionally honest.” She looked at James. Then Darrien. “I trust both of you.” “I care about both of you.” “I’m done pretending I don’t.”

“The rest of us weren't even there! I missed out so much!” “Same.” Leah Kingston said. “I can’t believe I had to learn of this news through social media. You guys are cruel!” “Shut up, ass. I mean, I want to know who confessed!” Payton leaned forward, closer to us, eyebrows ticking. Clara was leaning on my shoulder, laughing. I realised she likes to do that. “Of course, I was the one.” She said, poking my cheeks. “Couldn’t let this shy boy do it!”

Nathaniel Dave set his gaze on Cecilia and said," Always, you are found of saying 'you are only a woman on wheelchair.' But the woman who killed Nettie's doctor was on wheelchair, the woman that was with Marcus before he went ahead and put the house on fire was on wheelchair, being on wheelchair does not stop anyone from being evil. Cecilia, I'm giving you the last chance to answer me, where is Charlotte?" Cecilia, although scared, he gazed at him and said," did you think I'm the woman on those videos, I was clearly framed up. Don't you even have the slightest trust for me anymore? I don't know where Charlotte Glenn is, she's a wealthy and powerful woman, how can I even fight her?" Cecilia

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

"You know, secrets have a way of surfacing, Emma. If there's something you know—something you've done—it will come out eventually." I clenched my fists under the table, keeping my expression neutral. "Are you done with the interrogation, Detective Veronica? I have better things to do than entertain your baseless accusations.” Just as Veronica turned to read the magazine that was in her hand, the door open, and Charlotte walked in with a smirk, holding a folded piece of paper in her hand. "Girls," she said with a smug tone, "you’ve got to see what I found out about Nicolas." Veronica spun around, curiously"What do you mean?"

“What are you talking about?” “He confirmed my suspicion.” I stood up slowly as Victor’s voice turned colder. “You really did release your medical condition yourself, Charlotte.” Silence filled my entire body as he delivered the final blow calmly. “You staged the whole leak.”