Charlotte’s POVFive men, all dressed in black, with dark hair, the appearance of authority, and evil grins, entered the corridor. As the lone female participant in the meeting, I felt their eyes on me as I sat awkwardly in the corner. When Lisa arrived, she bowed her head to everyone. She sits next to me and nods her head at me as a greeting. Logan touched my thigh under the table, and he glanced at me just to make me feel calm, and not anxious at the same time. Lisa on the other side of me, glanced at me, and sighed. Then the door opened, three more men arrived, and they sat on the opposite side of us. So there were three men with blonde hair, and five men with dark hair, and the only one with chocolate hair was Logan. We were all eleven members of the high table, and suddenly, the Mafia King arrived. I hold my breath, trying to calm myself. He was wearing a black mask. And all of us stood up to greet him. We bowed our heads, and he raised his hand to suggest we sit down.

Charlotte’s POV When we got home late at night, I could hear Casey's baby crying and yelling. Hearing her son cry made me feel uncomfortable, so I went into her room. The baby was crying so hard in his crib that his tears were already running down his face. I got the baby out of the crib and hugged it. "Hey, Baby Zack, why are you crying so much? Where's mommy?" Suddenly, I stopped walking as I spotted Casey on the floor, unconscious and she looked like she passed out. I walked outside and called Logan. “Logan! Logan!” Logan ran outside of the room, and asked, “What’s happening?” “I found Casey on the floor, she was unconscious!” I hugged the baby in my arms, and Logan went inside, and carried Casey out of the room, and put her in the backseat. The maid outside was also in panic, and I gave the baby to them, “Please, take care of the baby.” “Yes, Ma’am!” Then we took Casey to the nearest hospital, and as we arrived there, the doctor immediately checked her. I sighed

Charlotte’s POV“I don’t want to stop the car, Charlotte! I need you to listen to me!” Logan said angrily, and his eyebrow arched in sharpness while staring at me. “Fuck! Focus your eyes on the road! Logan!” I yelled at him.Then he went back to his eyes on the road with a pursed of his lips. “I need you to listen to my explanation of why I have to hide it from you.” I gulped, “Then why do you really need to hide it from me? If they are not involved in the death of my mother, then why do you always lie to me?!” “I have to lie to you to PROTECT THEM!” he raised his deep husky voice at me. "What the fuck? Do you really think I'm that bad that I can kill them for no reason?! Are you sure I don't want them to live too? As long as you are my husband, I will never hurt anyone close to your heart unless I have to!" He pulled over the car on the side of the road, and he took a deep breath as he looked at me. “Do you really want to see them?” “Do you want me to see them?” He nodded his

Charlotte’s POVSantiago came in and lifted his hands with a grin. I met his intense gaze, and he murmured, "Chill! The intruder left the building." Then he said to me, "Charlotte, put down your gun.” While I was looking at him intently and gently putting down my revolver, Luca yelled at me, "No!" "What…" I hold my breath and stare at him with wide eyes. Without batting an eye, Santiago pulled the trigger and shot Luca in the head. I couldn't help but hold my breath as I watched Luca fall on the floor with his eyes wide. It was such a shocking sight. He took a deep breath for the very last time in his life and said something that sounded like, "M—My m–mother..." Then, without warning, his eyes closed, and he stopped breathing. I was staring at his lifeless body in the corner, and I slowly turned my head to gaze at the man who shot Luca’s head. I blinked my eyes, and my lips trembled as I asked, “Why?!” After placing his rifle on the ground, Santiago watched as four of his men ca

Charlotte’s POV I was scared the whole way to the hospital with Liam because I could see blood running down my arms and into my hand. Blood has been a source of anxiety for me ever since I was a young child; yet, as I have become more familiar with blood in my daily life, I have begun to feel as though it is nothing to me. Liam said, “I’ll call Logan. He needs to know about what happened to you." I nod my head while breathing heavily, and the doctor takes me inside the operating room, and they conduct the operation on me while I am unconscious. A few hours later, I woke up with a white bandage on the left corner of my arm, and I stared at the blank wall, then the door opened, and it was Liam. I was about to get up, but he said, “No, don’t bother.” “What?” He exhaled deeply, “I want to tell you something.” “What happened?” I asked. “Luzia was attacked by a group of armed men, they killed four of the policemen on duty, and they did the most brutal to Luzia.” I was ov