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I slumped, gulping back the saliva threatening to spill out of my mouth. “Well, how about we go on a vacation?” “A vacation? Angel, I don’t have much money on me, and you know how well I’m trying to save up.” “Well, my darling sister, it’s completely free, Charlotte. I got a free raffle, and I won four tickets to the London Festival. All-expense-paid trip, with free rooms, free food, and free towels.” “I’ve been keeping it a secret till I saw who I was going to go with — and this is the perfect timing.”

“I used to think you’d make a good wife. You’re smart, beautiful, from the right kind of family… the perfect choice for the future Mrs. Jasper. But now…” He closed his eyes, pressing down the ache in his chest, and finished with effort. “But now I’ve changed my mind. I’m not done playing around. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with just one woman. So let’s break up. Forget me. I’m the one who let you down.” * Charlotte was staying in a two-story villa just outside the city, with a small garden below her window. This time of year, the garden looked withered and lifeless, like it was grieving along with her.

Abigail hugged her and then pulled away. “Everyone, this is my mother, Charlotte. Ma, this is my bridal team” Abigail introduced. We all smiled at Charlotte. She met my eye and smiled. “You must be Cassandra” she whispered. I nodded. “It's really nice to meet you Mrs. Black” I greeted. “Just call me Charlotte, dear.” I nodded with a smile. The woman looked between Abigail and me. “Well, you'll certainly make my daughter look average at her own wedding” she sighed, shaking her head.

PLEASE READ NOTE AT BOTTOM FIRST TO AVOID CONFUSION 5/29/26 CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. I stood outside Ellis Design Group for several minutes, staring up at the building above me, before I worked up the courage to go in. I couldn’t afford to let this job slip through my fingers. “Get it together,” I whispered, before pulling the door open and stepping inside. A woman with sleek auburn hair walked toward me with a bright smile.

CHARLOTTE FLAIR "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you my fiancée, Avery Gilbert!" My husband's announcement hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me shocked and breathless. I stood frozen in the crowd, my eyes fixed on Desmond's beaming face as he proudly introduced another woman as his fiancee. I knew her— Avery Gilbert, daughter of one of the prominent billionaires in the country. My husband and her used to be in a relationship, but they broke up, and then he married me.

If you have not met Charlotte and her Triad previously The Characters – Or 'What Went Before' Charlotte: Originally known as 'Jennifer Conners' (Jenny) when she was a child. Charlotte had a grim upbringing. Imprisoned in a 'Children's Home' known as 'Blessingmoors', actually an outlet for human trafficking, she never knew her mother and father, and was destined for a life as sex-slave. To escape that life, Charlotte decided to go to university to give herself the education to make it in the world. To raise the funds to do so, she chose to auction herself and her virginity to the highest bidder.

"I'll go with you next time. But right now, I need to be somewhere else." Lawrence tilted his head, curious. "Where?" Charlotte grinned playfully and ran toward the door. She didn't stop until his voice rang out behind her. "Charlotte Dalton! If you run off to Vegas, I swear, I'm grounding you for life!" She pouted theatrically, shrugged, and grabbed her trench coat and purse. "Oops. No promises," she called out with a laugh, and bolted down the hallway. She had somewhere to be. Since returning to the Westcliff elite, Charlotte had rebuilt her reputation as a powerhouse of business. Impeccable. Sharp. Untouchable. So when she burst through the doors of Blake's boardroom mid-meeting, it took

"Ma'am Charlotte, let's walk around the neighborhood." "No... Abigail, I don't want to." "Little baby will need it. Come on!" Charlotte, upon hearing about her baby, reluctantly stood up to go. The village was lively that day. After a few hours of wandering around and interacting with the people of the pack, it was clear that Charlotte had leadership qualities. She was kind and sweet. She was very hesitant around men she didn’t know, but when it came to women and especially children, she was radiant. “Abigail,” Charlotte said softly as she approached her. “Here.” She held out a scarf she had been making. Abigail couldn’t help but be confused.

She then looked away and ran out of the room. Charlotte was five foot five and had a well-proportioned figure. Although she had just given birth, her figure was still beautiful. Her face was pale but still gorgeous, and her skin was fair and tender. This was why she was known as the most wanted socialite in Rothesay. In the past, many men from the upper classes had wanted Charlotte to be their future daughter-in-law. Many wealthy men had wanted to be with her, but she had been crazy in love with Bryson. Thus, she had rejected all the other men.