The car shook slightly as the broken girl drove down the highway, tears streaming down her face, she was in a daze, her mind consumed by the words of her father, each syllable a painful reminder of the lifetime of neglect and abuse she had endured at the hands of her father. Charlotte wiped the tears with her left hand while her right hand was on the steering of the car, she didn't want to cry, no! but she couldn't stop, she was trying hard to not cry and not feel pained, but she couldn't. Her painful sobs resonated through the car, reminding her that she was alone, she had always been and would always be, and she had no one to lean on. Her heart ached, and she couldn't help but ask herself "Why me?" why couldn't she just have a peaceful life, a life with her mother, a life with a lovely family? The thoughts aching her more, she moved her hands to her neck, she had lost her locket, and she was growing to not think about it, but she couldn't help it, she had always had it around her
The two guys that were about to touch Charlotte stopped when they heard the voice, they turned their heads to glance at who wanted to stop them. The Sterling brothers moved their gaze to the man standing, Cain's brows creased into a frown and he opened up "I don't think you have any business over here, Troy" Everyone knew who Troy was, and the Sterling brothers weren't excluded. Troy glanced at Cain who was standing beside the brother "Dare touch her, and you'll know I have business over here" saying that Troy walked up to the lady on the floor, lowered himself, and squatted at her front. Everyone's gaze was on them as they wondered what Troy Stuart had to do with the lady. "Charlotte" Troy called out gently, the anger in his eyes earlier had diminished when he stared down at her, as she hugged her knees, her eyes on the floor, not even sparing him a glance, his heart ached at the sight, he looked up sending a glare to Cain. "What did you guys do to her?" he asked. The Sterling b
"Mother" "Why? Why me? Why does it have to be me?" a tear fell from her eyes and Troy, although surprised, instinctively used his left hand to graze her skin as he wiped off the tears from her eyes which were closed as she spoke those words, her eyes were still closed. His face was a few inches away from hers. "Mother" she cried out again, whimpering to herself. 'Is she having a nightmare?' Troy thought, unable to apprehend what was going on, or what she was talking about, he had thought she was about to wake up but it didn't seem that way. After speaking she turned to the other side, her back to him as she continued sleeping, her breathing was calm and steady as ever. Troy released a sigh and looked up, laying properly on the driver's seat, and pulling it down, low enough to lie down comfortably. He moved his left hand to his forehead, leaning his elbow on the side of the car, he glanced at the lady who was still sleeping soundly beside him, and he couldn't help but wonder if s
She felt like breaking down and weeping, she wants to talk to someone, but the thought that he won't stay and might leave scared her. "Get away from me" Her expression changed as she spat, her eyes filled with anger and fear. Troy released a breath, he tried to back away, not wanting to make things worse, but something in Charlotte's demeanor made him stay. He knew that something was wrong. Trot felt a pang of empathy in his chest as he looked at Charlotte's tear-streaked face. He felt like there was something deeper at play here than just a few guys at a bar. "Charlotte, I'm not going to hurt you," he said, his voice gentle "I just want to make sure you are okay" "I don't need your help" she replied, her voice shaking as she looked away from him, struggling to stand up on her feet, "I don't need anyone's help," she said as she stood back up. Troy who had been squatting, stood up also, taking a step away from her so that she doesn't feel unease at him being close to her, she was
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Charlotte pulled her car to a stop in the parking lot as she arrived at the hotel, picking her bag from the passenger's seat, she opened the door and came down from the car. Walking into the entrance of the hotel, she passed the reception "Welcome, Ma'am" the receptionist greeted with a bright smile, Charlotte responded with a smile also, which pulled down when she walked away from there and got to the elevator. Minutes later, she made her way to her hotel room Number 101A as she came out from the elevator. Her emotions and thoughts were messed over the place. She came to a stop as she got to the front of her door, searching her bag for her room key card. Bringing it out, she inserted it into the door and opened it before she got inside. Locking the door back, she threw her bag onto the couch, and slumped on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, as the day's event repeated in her memory. She felt dizzy and she wasn't hungry at the moment, so she decided to go to bed straight up, the
SCOTT'S MANSION, 8 AM*** Sofia sat down on the bed in her bedroom, hugging her pillow with crossed legs as she bit her nails, her eyes fixated on the door. Frustrated, angry, and jealous at the same time. Angry at the fact that she had been there with the Stuart family for over a month, yet, she couldn't still get in there. She couldn't still get the position she wanted in the family, as Axel Stuart's wife. She screamed in anger and threw her pillow to the floor "Why, why, why... Why can't it just be me? I love him more than Mirabel would ever, and I want him more than Mirabel does, but he didn't even bat an eye at me. All he wants is Mira, Mira, and Mira" Sofia yelled, her voice echoing to the walls of the room as she expressed her woes. Aching at the fact that, even though Mirabel wasn't there all through, he still asked for her immediately after he woke up. Over the last week, she couldn't even show her face by going to visit Reina again, especially not after the last week, Axel
"It's high time you stop being childish, Charlotte, are you seriously asking me what I'm doing here? Like you own the hotel?" Joanne rose a brown at the young lady who stood in her front with a fiery look on her face. Charlotte bit her lips, she had asked the question out of surprise, cause what in the world would her stepmom be doing at a hotel, she was surprised when she saw her, that's why she asked the question. Charlotte internally reminded herself that she should stop wasting her time on her stepmom, taking a deep breath, Charlotte took a step back, and Joanne walked out of the elevator with her heels clicking on the floor and her handbag on her wrist as she walked out with posh. Charlotte rolled her eyes and didn't say a thing before she entered the elevator, closing it shut by pressing a button. The elevator doors closed shut before Joanne looked back at it again, a smile on her lips, she had come here to find out about the floor where Charlotte was staying, to be sure of h