Charlotte's pov It's been five hours now since I've been waiting for my mum to come back from wherever she went, and it's already 8pm. Where could she have gone in this city without returning home? Did Mrs Fiona tell her that I wasn't alone and that I was with Tyler? I started having some rational thinking and I didn't know what to conclude. I always feel anxious when I pick up my phone to call her. I was in my room, contemplating how I would face my mum when she returned, when I heard Tyler's voice calling me. "Honey..." he knocked on my door. "Please come inside," I said, and he pushed the door open and entered. "Where has your mum been? It's already night. When are you going to call her and ask where she's been?" "I'm afraid. Just the thought of her coming back and finding the two of us here terrifies me." "Are you going to choose your mum over me, Charlotte?" Tyler asked. At first, I remained silent, and he took my silence as an answer. "I thought you were on my si
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,