Charlotte's pov It was a positive answer. I was pregnant. I confirmed it on the day I mentioned. I had noticed the signs about a week ago, and that morning I tested my urine with the pregnancy strips. I had planned to tell Tyler after dealing with my mom's confrontation. "Now that you've messed up your life with an older man, you can leave my house. I don't want to be a laughing stock. If this is how you want to spend your life, to hell with your decision." My mum said this to my face. It was a mix of emotions as I walked out of my mom's house with Tyler. She was so disappointed in me that I couldn't help but break down in tears as I walked through that door. But in Tyler's hands and words, I found solace. We left my mom's house and went to relax at a seven star hotel. I was so saddened by the whole situation that Tyler was compelled to ask me, "What can I do to make you smile again? I can't bear to see your sad face. You're not just who you were; you're carrying our baby, m
Author's pov This is how Ava and Charlotte became not just friends, but sisters. Ava eventually broke up with her boyfriend because he was cheating on her, and she got engaged to Ryan, the man her grandma introduced to her. Brenda and Johnson got married, and Luke and Danielle started dating again and got married a few years later. Charlotte gave birth to twins, and they exchanged their marriage vows, becoming husband and wife and Charlotte's mother eventually accepted Charlotte's choice of marrying Tyler. The twins were named Taylor and Dylan. Taylor was Tyler's favorite, while Dylan was Charlotte's favorite. They didn't always get along well from a young age. As they grew up, something happened and Dylan decided to leave the city angrily, and after three years, he needed to attend his parents' important wedding anniversary and this time, Taylor and Dylan were twenty-three years old. It was during this time that Dylan met Larisa, Taylor's girlfriend.********* Larisa couldn
Larisa’s pov The human mind has a peculiar way of tormenting us, especially when it urges us to help someone in desperate need. I should have deleted the message without even reading it; it would have spared me the internal struggle. Now, Taylor is using his kindness against me, and it has left me utterly bewildered. I glanced at the rear-view mirror and caught a glimpse of the driver, who had been avoiding eye contact. As the car moved forward, I felt my palms becoming sweaty. I needed to help Taylor, not for his sake, but for the situation he found himself in. Oh, dear, this is another situation that will inevitably entangle me in his life. I closed my eyes for a moment and an idea came to mind. "Stop!" I exclaimed, and the driver slowly applied the brakes, eventually parking the car by the side of the road. Before he could say a word, I continued, "Take me back to where you picked me up." The driver looked at me, his face filled with unspoken thoughts, then he turned the c
Larisa’s pov I sat in the car, feeling as though I hadn't reached my destination yet, pondering what to do with the rose in my hands. It was then that I overheard Taylor and Dylan's conversation. "What happened to you?" Dylan pointed at Taylor's bandaged leg. "It was an accident," Taylor replied. "Where did it happen?" Dylan asked, genuine concern in his eyes. Taylor's response shocked me. "It was at my workplace." "Your workplace?" The answer struck a chord in my mind, but I tried not to show my concern. Then Taylor said, "Dylan, if it weren't for my amazing girlfriend who has been so caring, I don't know where I would be." Just as Dylan was about to turn around and look at the car, I had already quietly moved a few steps behind him. He glanced at me, his face filled with a mix of emotions. His expression didn't surprise me, as he didn't see the rose he had given me earlier. It would have been a disaster if Taylor had noticed such a beautiful rose in my hands. For t
Larisa’s pov It was the following day after a highly disappointing night. Should I even call it disappointing? What is going on in my head? As for me, it was disappointing because I didn't get what I wanted. I gave in to my urge and went to Dylan's room with an extra blanket, hoping he would invite me in. Perhaps my excessive infatuation with him had clouded my judgment. How could I have thought that would be possible? Although Taylor was already in his room. Stop entertaining thoughts that won't come to pass. The best I could do was indulge in fantasies whenever I had the chance to catch a glimpse of his face. Leaving my room this morning, I had two missions in mind: to ask Dylan what he would like to eat and to imprint his image in my memory once again. When I reached his room, I knocked twice but received no response. Was he still sleeping at this hour? It was almost 7:30 am. Knocking again yielded no results, so I took the liberty of opening the door. To my surprise, he wasn't
Larisa’s pov I couldn't believe what was happening to me. Was it all just a dream? When I first heard the knock, I was highly skeptical that it could be Dylan. Even when I saw him standing at the door, I thought he had come for a different reason. But my plans had worked, and when he asked me to spend the night with him instead of his brother, it felt like something out of this world. The touch of his hands on me ignited a fire within, fueled by all the fantasies I had about him. "Why don't you spend the night with me instead of my brother?" he asked. Wanting to conceal my longing for him, I remained silent at first. What thoughts must have raced through his mind during those silent moments? Then, after a while, I finally said, "What are you waiting for..." and that was it. The rest became a blur of passion. I shed all inhibitions, and he quickly undressed himself, as if this was something he had yearned for a long time. As for replacing his brother, I had already replaced him i
Larisa's pov "Dylan departed for New York early this morning.""Really?" I exclaimed, my throat drying up and my heart racing simultaneously. The spoon in my hand nearly slipped, but I managed to steady it quickly, fearing that someone might notice my unusual expression. What do I do now? I don't think I can eat anything. My heart feels shattered. Just as I was about to get up, Taylor asked, "Where are you going? You haven't even touched your food." "I'm feeling a bit hungover from the excessive wine I had yesterday. I don't think I can eat anything right now." "Oh dear, I'm sorry," Charlotte responded, her voice filled with empathy. As I stood up, it seemed Taylor sensed that I might not return to the table, and he quickly spoke up, "Mom and Dad, Larisa has been incredibly kind to me since my injury. I've never met anyone as precious as her. I want you to help me thank her." My feet felt rooted to the ground as I wanted to show respect to Taylor's parents, so I waited,
Taylor’s pov Upon finding Larisa asleep on the bed, I noticed a nearly empty bottle of wine on the floor near her bed and also an empty glass cup. Curiosity piqued, and without wasting time, I picked up the bottle and took a sniff, immediately detecting a strong alcoholic aroma and even before sniffing it, I could perceive the aroma. "This must be a very strong wine," I murmured, feeling upset because everyone believed Larisa had retired to her room for some rest and recovery from the alcohol she drank at the event yesterday. When did she start behaving like this? If I were to reprimand her, she would accuse me of the same misconduct. Anger arose inside me as she had disrupted my plans of coming to take her to my parents. In secret, I confided in my brother and parents about my intention to propose to her soon. My mother expressed her desire to have a conversation with Larisa before they departed from the hotel. How could I inform them that the person who claimed to be experi