Dead Wife? Guess Who's Back & Boss Now, Hubby! - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Finally, she found her car.
"BANG!"
The second the door shut, Charlotte collapsed over the steering wheel.
"God..." Her shoulders shook as she sobbed quietly. It was 4 AM when Charlotte finally got home with swollen red eyes.
She rushed into the bathroom, scrubbing her body over and over until her skin was raw and red.
The Fitzgerald family had power, and her dad already wanted this marriage anyway.
Charlotte knew even if she called the cops, Dad would make her drop the charges, then rush to ship her off to the Fitzgeralds even faster.
She bit her lip hard, fighting back the tears.
Whatever. Just like getting bit by a rabid dog.
After finally washing off that disgusting smell, Charlotte curled up helplessly on her bed.
She picked up her mom's photo from the nightstand and gently traced it.
At ten, she watched her mom die from premature labor after Dad's mistress showed up to torment her.
The seeds of hatred were planted, but she was too young and powerless for revenge. She had to call that woman "Mom."
She swallowed all her rage, and even needed her stepmother's permission to visit Mom's grave each year.
From then on, she learned the hard truth.
Without power and backing, you're just a punching bag. Hell, you can't even stay alive.
She touched her mother's gentle smile in the photo. "Mom, I played both sides last time, trying to find a way out of this trap. Was I really wrong?"
The crescent moon hung high as Charlotte fell asleep clutching the frame.
In her dream, her mother lovingly stroked her cheek. "Sweet girl, you weren't wrong. Someone who truly loves you will understand how hard things are for you."
Then the scene shifted—she was back on that leather couch in the private room, reliving that horrible nightmare over and over...
The next morning, Charlotte woke up crying.
She'd barely finished washing up when the butler knocked. "Miss, Mr. Preston Fitzgerald is here asking for your hand. Please come to the front hall."
Her heart sank. Preston was moving fast.
Charlotte forced her aching body downstairs and heard Preston chatting warmly with her father.
"Mr. Pierce, I fell for Charlotte at first sight. I truly want to marry her." Preston had dropped his usual arrogance, speaking respectfully. "Please, I'm begging you."
Her father smiled with satisfaction. "Since you feel that way, tomorrow we'll start planning the engagement..."
The sickening smell from last night's room seemed to hit her again. Charlotte's stomach churned.
Marry him?
That meant throwing herself back into that devil's hands, walking straight into the same death trap.
She couldn't let it happen!
Charlotte dug her nails into her palms, forcing herself to stay calm as she cut in.
"Dad, I'll marry Preston, but I have one condition."
Her father's smile disappeared. "Charlotte, watch your manners."
Preston kept grinning. "Let's hear it. Whatever you want."
Charlotte took a deep breath and swung for the fences. "I want two billion cash, plus that prime downtown lot Fitzgerald Corp is developing. Sign it over to me."
Her father nearly choked. Charlotte stood straighter, refusing to back down.
She prayed this crazy demand would scare Preston off.
But Preston didn't even flinch. He actually laughed like it was funny.
"Deal. Only you could make highway robbery look so damn good."
Something was wrong.
Charlotte had barely started to frown when Preston shifted his attention to the front door.
"Wonder what Mr. Blackwell thinks about all this?"
Charlotte's head buzzed as she turned around like a robot. There in the doorway stood a tall figure with that polished, expensive look.
Adrian.
Seeing his dark expression, Charlotte went stiff all over.
Her father was already getting up to greet him. "Mr. Blackwell, what brings you here today?"
Adrian glanced at Charlotte, then spoke politely. "Mr. Pierce, I'm here to ask for someone's hand."
Charlotte's heart pounded.
Then his calm voice cut through the silence. "I want to marry your second daughter. Jessica."
"BANG!"
The second the door shut, Charlotte collapsed over the steering wheel.
"God..." Her shoulders shook as she sobbed quietly. It was 4 AM when Charlotte finally got home with swollen red eyes.
She rushed into the bathroom, scrubbing her body over and over until her skin was raw and red.
The Fitzgerald family had power, and her dad already wanted this marriage anyway.
Charlotte knew even if she called the cops, Dad would make her drop the charges, then rush to ship her off to the Fitzgeralds even faster.
She bit her lip hard, fighting back the tears.
Whatever. Just like getting bit by a rabid dog.
After finally washing off that disgusting smell, Charlotte curled up helplessly on her bed.
She picked up her mom's photo from the nightstand and gently traced it.
At ten, she watched her mom die from premature labor after Dad's mistress showed up to torment her.
The seeds of hatred were planted, but she was too young and powerless for revenge. She had to call that woman "Mom."
She swallowed all her rage, and even needed her stepmother's permission to visit Mom's grave each year.
From then on, she learned the hard truth.
Without power and backing, you're just a punching bag. Hell, you can't even stay alive.
She touched her mother's gentle smile in the photo. "Mom, I played both sides last time, trying to find a way out of this trap. Was I really wrong?"
The crescent moon hung high as Charlotte fell asleep clutching the frame.
In her dream, her mother lovingly stroked her cheek. "Sweet girl, you weren't wrong. Someone who truly loves you will understand how hard things are for you."
Then the scene shifted—she was back on that leather couch in the private room, reliving that horrible nightmare over and over...
The next morning, Charlotte woke up crying.
She'd barely finished washing up when the butler knocked. "Miss, Mr. Preston Fitzgerald is here asking for your hand. Please come to the front hall."
Her heart sank. Preston was moving fast.
Charlotte forced her aching body downstairs and heard Preston chatting warmly with her father.
"Mr. Pierce, I fell for Charlotte at first sight. I truly want to marry her." Preston had dropped his usual arrogance, speaking respectfully. "Please, I'm begging you."
Her father smiled with satisfaction. "Since you feel that way, tomorrow we'll start planning the engagement..."
The sickening smell from last night's room seemed to hit her again. Charlotte's stomach churned.
Marry him?
That meant throwing herself back into that devil's hands, walking straight into the same death trap.
She couldn't let it happen!
Charlotte dug her nails into her palms, forcing herself to stay calm as she cut in.
"Dad, I'll marry Preston, but I have one condition."
Her father's smile disappeared. "Charlotte, watch your manners."
Preston kept grinning. "Let's hear it. Whatever you want."
Charlotte took a deep breath and swung for the fences. "I want two billion cash, plus that prime downtown lot Fitzgerald Corp is developing. Sign it over to me."
Her father nearly choked. Charlotte stood straighter, refusing to back down.
She prayed this crazy demand would scare Preston off.
But Preston didn't even flinch. He actually laughed like it was funny.
"Deal. Only you could make highway robbery look so damn good."
Something was wrong.
Charlotte had barely started to frown when Preston shifted his attention to the front door.
"Wonder what Mr. Blackwell thinks about all this?"
Charlotte's head buzzed as she turned around like a robot. There in the doorway stood a tall figure with that polished, expensive look.
Adrian.
Seeing his dark expression, Charlotte went stiff all over.
Her father was already getting up to greet him. "Mr. Blackwell, what brings you here today?"
Adrian glanced at Charlotte, then spoke politely. "Mr. Pierce, I'm here to ask for someone's hand."
Charlotte's heart pounded.
Then his calm voice cut through the silence. "I want to marry your second daughter. Jessica."
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