Poor Charlotte. She forgot that Alarick is paranoid and always plans for everything
Alarick and Henry sat down opposite each other on the far end of the restaurant as they left their significant others alone. Henry sipped from the glass in his hands."Alone at last.""The women wanted some privacy. Who are we not to oblige them? Now, to the reason I actually came out today. Business."Henry's demeanor changed. His face already had no happy emotion before but now he was enraged as the thought of Alarick blackmailing him popped into his mind. He tried to hide it but Alarick had picked up on the change."Is there an issue Mr Dumont?" Henry settled for a slight sneer. Right now Alarick held all the cards and he knew it."No. There isn't an issue." Henry replied."Good. Let's get straight to the point. I want you to invest in the new joint company and relevant sector that I have someone heading.""Why would I do that?" Henry asked."Think about it. You'll be putting your hard earned money into a project and company that'll give you massive returns back. It's a constructi
Alarick crushed the plush leather seats beneath his palms as he fumed."What the hell did you just do? You had the audacity to try and run away even when I told you what would happen?""What did you expect me to do? Sit down and look pretty for people who would hate me if they knew I am not as rich as they are? Wait for a man who keeps insisting that I killed my own father and who has kept me in his house against my will for this long?"Alarick's eye twitched and the veins on his neck became more prominent as he clenched his jaw."So, you abandoned one of the most influential women in the city just so that you could go back out to continue your killing spree with Dylan? Is destroying people's lives more important than doing the right thing?" He yelled back.Charlotte stayed silent, at a loss for words because of what Alarick had said. After all her confessions on how she wasn't complicit in Dylan's crimes, after all she had done to show Alarick that she was innocent, after the damn ki
Alarick had not gone in to see her but ever so often he would send one of his men to ask her the same question. Are you ready to confess? Charlotte would still shake her head and say that she was innocent. It was morning now, and although she had slept on the bare floor, she still refused to speak.As Alarick sat in his father's study, browsing through some documents, he received another report from one of his men that he had sent to her room. The guard stood at the corner of the room waiting for Alarick's go ahead to speak. Alarick waved his hands in approval and the man started."She still maintains that she's innocent. She looks pale sir."Alarick slammed his hand that still held papers, on the table. He threw a book across the room and stood up. Why was she so stubborn? Why wouldn't she break?Alarick took a deep breath to calm himself. Getting worked up wouldn't help him. Alarick turned back to the man who still stood there unmoved by his outburst."It's fine. Keep the doors lock
"Come in."Like before, one of Charlotte's guards walked into the room."Has she said anything? Anything at all?" Alarick asked.It had been a few hours since Henry Dumont left his house and the time he had given Charlotte to say the truth had elapsed."Yes sir, but she said that she would only speak to you." The guard replied.Alarick stopped pacing. Had her spirit broken? Was she really going to tell him what he needed to know? He turned to the guard in mild excitement. Finally, this cat and mouse game he had been playing with her would pay off."Let's go."The guard opened the door for Alarick to walk through before doing the same himself. Alarick walked through the halls anxious and curious about what he might hear from Charlotte. About how she came up with the plan to destroy his family. About where Dylan and the rest of them could possibly be hiding. The door was opened for Alarick again when they reached Charlotte's room and he went in. The room was bare. Nothing decorated the
What just happened? That was the question that both Alarick and Charlotte asked themselves as the car in front of theirs went up in flames. The guard that drove the car that Alarick was in started to shout into his small microphone to the rest of his men that were still alive."Fall back. Fall back. It's an attack."The car behind them stayed at a stand still. It couldn't move due to the amount of people who ran helter-skelter on the street to get away from the commotion."Move back, damnit.""We can't, people are behind us. Hold on, I'll clear the crowd myself." One of the men in the back car replied. The man got out of the car and began to lead people away. He waved his hands in the direction of the shops that were far off from the main road."Come on. This way. Move, move."Alarick looked at Charlotte as the commotion continued. Was she the cause of this? This was obviously an attack on his convoy so was she involved? Charlotte's face held nothing but fear when Alarick peered clos
The constant and soft beeping of the machine roused Alarick from his deep slumber. The strong smell of chlorine from the cleaning agents that had been used to sterilise the room filled his nostrils and he gagged. For some reason, his sense of smell was stronger than usual. He tried to sit up and groaned as a sharp pain mostly from his torso, reverberated through his whole body and disoriented him. He was having a pounding headache so Alarick raised his hands to touch his head to try and reduce the pain by massaging his forehead but something pulled his hand back. The bright light blurred his vision as he opened his eyes to see what was holding him back so he blinked and squinted to allow his vision to adjust.A moment after his sight had adjusted to the brightness, he could see what held him back. Tubes ran down his hands and fed into the beeping and blinking machine beside him. His body, naked under the blue light material of the hospital gown he had on. Alarick put his hand on his
Alarick told Maurice and Allison all that had happened when he was attacked in the middle of the street when he regained his sense of calm after the call from Dylan. The two officers, after taking notes and recordings, left, promising to get a strong lead that could help find Dylan and Charlotte before the three day deadline. Alarick was left alone with only the beeping machine to keep him company. Now that he was alone, Alarick ran multiple scenarios of how the meeting between him and Dylan would go. How he would kill Dylan to avenge Grace or put the man behind bars after all this was done if they were able to get the man alive. He still wasn’t sure about Charlotte, Dylan said Charlotte had been framed for her father’s murder all this time, but it could just be another trick. If it wasn’t a trick then it meant that he had treated Charlotte unjustly all this time. "Alarick."Alarick snapped out of the trance he was in. He was so engrossed with the thought of Dylan's head on a platte
Just like he wanted, Alarick was released from the hospital the next day. He flexed his arm a little as he came out of the hospital building feeling ready to tackle the day ahead of him. He breathed in as the wind blew his hair away from his face making him feel more free than he did a day ago. He really hated hospitals, it was better to recuperate in his own house. Two cars pulled up in front of Alarick and he got into one. One, his own car and the other a police car, both to take him to any destination he wanted. He had called his driver to come pick him up earlier and the extra police car was from Maurice for added protection just in case Dylan decided to move up his attack."Where to sir?" The driver asked."The station. Step on it."Alarick sat in silence clearing his mind as the cars took him from the hospital straight to the police station like he requested. Soon enough they arrived at the station without a hitch. Alarick got down from the car as it came to a stop and went into