Charlotte’s POV"Charlotte!" Logan's scary voice was trying to stop me, but I didn't want to live this way any longer. All the sad memories that were making me cry kept coming back to me when I said, "I want to end this suffering." Suddenly it began to rain heavily, so I went to the shed and grabbed a motorcycle to go as fast as I could without being stopped. I can't stand it when others pry into my mind and act as if they know how the wheels of my existence are supposed to turn. I don't remember where I was going, but I know I want to get away from them and cry until I don't feel anything anymore. Why does no one get what I'm going through? I don't understand why they can't help me in this case. Then It hit me that I'm on my own and nobody else cares enough to join the fight. I took a deep breath. Then a fast-moving car with loud tires hit me, which is why I lost my brakes and fell to the ground more than once. The man in the car got out, and I slowly opened my eyes but It was al

Charlotte’s POVTwo days later, Wet sweat and blood mixed together as I fell to the ground and covered my head as he prepared to strike me. As I winced from the pain of his kicks to my stomach, he remarked, "That's what I told you, you are weak." "I'm not good at this, I can't learn it in one day!" He screamed at me, “Then you need to focus!” I sat on the floor, rubbed my face irritatedly, and felt like a failure. How on earth could I be so good this time and not get distracted? I sighed and wiped my sweat from dropping on the floor.Liam walked towards me, put out his hand, and said, "It's okay..." I looked up, met his gaze, and said, "I'll do better next time." He smiled at me and said, "Sorry." Then I grabbed his hand and pulled myself up. Liam gulped as he looked at my lips as we both stared at each other. He turned away and said, "Lunch is ready. Let's eat it before it gets cold." I bit my lower lip, and said, “Oh yeah….” When we went outside, Arman had just come in from

Charlotte’s POVLiam's wife just walked in and glared at me from head to toe. She got so mad that she walked up to me and slapped me in the face without saying a word. Liam stopped her. "Nicole! What is wrong with you?! Are you crazy?! What the fuck!" "Well, that's why you don't have time for me—you're busy with your mistress!" "Nicole! No, she's not my mistress, and I don't have a mistress. She's on my team! I'm infiltrating the mob, and I need her to take me to one of the dons!" My cheek hurt from the slap I got from Liam's wife, so I rubbed my face gently while staring at her. I saw that she was embarrassed and had her hand over her mouth. She then walked over to me and tried to make things right. "I'm sorry about the slap. I'm sorry I hit you so hard. Are you okay?" I shook my head, "No, I'm not okay." She smiled at me and asked the maid, "Maid, could you give me a cold compress? I think she needs one for her face." "Yes, Ma'am." the maid said, and went to the kitchen.I sig

Logan’s POVRicardo exclaimed, "Bro! She's fucking alive!" Then we chased Charlotte through the streets of New York. When we got to the chaotic market, I saw a group of guys looking for my wife. I pulled out my gun and began shooting them. "Ricardo, fuck them," Everyone in the market was fleeing, and it turned out to be such a fuckchaos that it was impossible for me to see Charlotte in the middle of all of the other people who were pressed together. Then Evan and Ricardo finished the enemies while I was busy looking for Charlotte. I saw her stopping a cab in the corner, and she glanced at me with hate in her eyes, then left. I stopped and put my gun inside my pocket, and called my driver. Evan and Ricardo arrived, and they asked, “Why do you stop? Did she get away this time? again?” “I can’t chase a fucking cab, dude. I need a car, don’t worry, my drive is coming.” I said. “Why is she running away?” Evan asked. Ricardo replied, “Do you see all the people we killed back there, tha

Charlotte’s POVI stare at the blank wall with a blank look on my face as I think about everything that has happened to me. Even my lousy past doesn't help me feel any better now. "You're free now..." Liam told me as he opened my cell door. I stood up with a sigh and asked, "You called him, did you?"He nodded, and said, “Yes, he’s the only person who can help you right now, Charlotte. Your husband.” I rolled my eyes at him, and said, “I don’t need his help, what I want to know who’s the mysterious man, and who the fuck killed my father….maybe its still the same man?!” Liam said, “I’m sure of that. I’ll keep you posted, but have you taken a look at the document that I sent to you, right?” “Yeah.” "I'll look into this man. Mr. Elliot Peters. Yesterday, that stupid jerk was caught speeding. I have no idea where he has been, but I need to know where the hell he was when Arman died.""Do you believe he is the killer?" "Maybe you can find out the truth if you can talk to him. So I wa