“Mom?” she managed to utter in disbelief with a trembling voice. “Is that really you, Mom?” Charlotte’s mind was clouded. That was definitely Sophie, her mom whom she thought had died years ago, standing right here in front of her. How could that be? What happened? She was so confused. This can't be real. Immediately, Sophie transformed into a human and looked at Charlotte. Charlotte gasped in shock. This wasn’t happening. Her mom was standing right in front of her, her precious mom. “No!” she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. "But how… How are you here?" she muttered with trembling lips. Charlotte’s legs wobbled at the confirmation of the sight in front of her. She fell to her knees and felt like collapsing due to shock. Sophie’s softened gaze turned to her daughter. “Hello, Charlotte. It’s been so long!” Nathan stood in bewilderment. It was just unbelievable for him too. He thought she was dead. He mourned her death, and she... Is he being delusional? “How?” Charlotte i
Charlotte’s POV "Huh Finally! I have nothing to add on " , I said as I stared at my reflection in the mirror . . . I had already clad up in a beautiful laced short black dress. I strutted out of my room and hailed a cab. When i got in front of my destination, A smile was plastared on ny lips before I struttered out of the car and made my way to a cream apartment, bursting open the door and opening my mouth to call for Alex, but stopped dead in my tracks. As soon as I walked inside I see a pair of high heels and a handbag by the door – neither of which belong to me. “Who the hell is he….” I immediately trailed off in mid sentence when I walked a bit closer and for what I witnessed made my mouth to instantly fall open and my eyes to pop out of my eyes. I cock my ears towards the bedroom, and my stomach churns when I hear the unmistakable sound of moaning, accompanied by a steady thump thump thump, as the bed collides with the wall. Worse even than realizing that Alex is clearly in
"I do not need company!" I retorted as I stood up to leave. He smirked. "Let me take you back to your dormitory." "No!" I cried. "I don't want to go back there! I hate everyone. I hate everyone!" My voice broke as tears streamed down my face. "Let me take you to my penthouse, then, since you don't want to go home." He said mischievously I hesitated, "Fine," I mumbled, wiping away tears. "Just get me out of here, make me forget him. Please, make me forget everything!" I pleaded. "Come on," he said gently, guiding me out of the bar and into his to his car. The ride was a silent one as i was barely awake all through. We arrived at his luxurious penthouse, and he disappeared inside, briefly, returning with a cup. "Here," he said softly, sitting next to me. Just what I needed—water. I took the cup and drank more than half of it. He brushed a strand of hair from my face. "You look so beautiful." "I feel so sad," I muttered feeling extreme pain "You won't feel that way tonight," h
By the time I realized that I had entered Derik Miller's car, it was too late. Again, I had acted impulsively, only to regret it afterward. Without hesitation, I followed through with my rash decision, leaving Alex and Mia standing there. "Are you stalking me now?" I asked this cold and silent man sitting beside me, "Take me to Boulevard now or I will sue you for being a perv." "Do as this lady says." He ordered his driver who responded with a bow Remorse filled me, I regretted my impulsive actions and now I had lost Alex, my best friend Mia, and my virginity. With a heavy heart, I knew that yesterday was indeed the worst day of my life. It was when he gave me a towel, that I had realized tears were gushing from my eyes "Thank You," I said as I followed his gaze down to my muddy shoes. "I promise Mr Miller, I'll clean your car, I'm sorry for making a mess." "I will appreciate that." He replied coldly The next few minutes' drive was a silent one until we finally got to B
Third Person POV "What? You will what?" "I will raise my child." His eyes beamed authority "No." Charlotte began to feel scared. She didn't want Derik to lay claim on her baby at all, neither does she want her child to be called a bastard "Please, Mr. Miller, let me go away with this Child." I said as my voice began to shake "If I have to kidnap you, then I would Charlotte. Do you understand?" Charlotte made no reply, the words had gone down her heart. 'Is this really happening to me? Is my Mother's fate going to resurface?' She thought The next ride was a silent drive. Derik got to the school and Charlotte got out of the car. She didn't know what to say but one thing is for sure, she was not giving the baby up. She turned around and walked towards the school. But not long after she walked, she heard something nearby, someone shouted "Charlotte?"She looked to the other side of the school gate. There was a Bugatti parked by the road beside that car door a tall and handsome man
Charlotte's POV Who could have thought I would ever reveal my true identity to anyone, a secret I had sworn not to expose. And now, I'm saying this to Mr. Miller. "You are what?" his voice so domineering. I turned my face down, unable to meet his gaze. "I beg you, Mr. Miller, let me run away with my baby." "Your baby? Don't make this more difficult than it already is, Charlotte. Why don't you give my child to me, and you can leave. I will pay you a huge amount of money, enough to sustain you for a lifetime." "What?" I was shocked by Derik's statement "I'm offering my child a life full of luxury, can't you see? Tell me, Charlotte, what do you have to give the child, huh? What do you have other than your pride? You take up several jobs to feed yourself. When you give birth, will you keep doing that? Oh! Do you think Ethan Lockwood will help you Willingly?." He chuckled "He will offer to sleep with you and you will willingly give yourself to him because you are a slut!" He barely f
Charlotte awoke to the sound of a machine beeping in an unfamiliar room, her body throbbing with pain. "Arghhhh! Where am I?" she muttered, placing her hand on her forehead, attempting to piece together her shattered memory. "You're in the hospital, are you okay?" a familiar voice asked. "Argggh!" Suddenly, she remembered what happened. "My child!" she exclaimed, realization dawning. "How is my baby?" "Charlotte, take it easy," Derik said, his tone heavy with sadness. "Mr. Miller, is my child okay?" "The baby is gone," Derik disclosed, his heart broken, his breath heavy with the weight of the burden he carried. "What do you mean, gone?" she asked, trying to comprehend his words. "You were bleeding," he explained simply. "No!" she shook her head, unable to accept that her first child was gone. "No," she repeated countless times, refusing to believe the news, screaming and yelling in anguish over her lost child. Charlotte couldn't bear it anymore. She pulled the drip
Charlotte, pushed to the front of her father, who sat in a wheelchair, by two men, wore a face filled with rage. "The esteemed Mr. Lockwood is truly capable. He can even stoop to kidnapping in broad daylight," she said. Upon releasing her, the men let her feet touch the ground. Despite being in pain, she stood resolutely. James waved his hand, and the men departed. He coldly ordered, "Take a seat." "No, thanks." "Are you trying to annoy me?" "I've already said it, my name is Charlotte Jenner." "Even with the surname Jenner, you still have Lockwood blood." "That's why I always feel sick. Why did you summon me here?" "Why are you with Derik Miller?" He asked coldly. "It's my business." "What? Are you in need of money? Is that why you got pregnant by him?" He chuckled. "You fool!" Charlotte glared at him, feeling judged by her biological father for associating with the wealthy for financial gain. Heh, how laughable. "You didn't inherit any good traits from your mother, only