NOVEL NEXT Chapter 18: Trapped again
Charlotte's eyes widened as she processed Wesley's words. "You're saying that people want to hurt me because of you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wesley nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. You're in danger, Charlotte. And I'm the only one who can protect you."
Charlotte felt a chill run down her spine. She had never been one to shy away from danger, but this was different. This was about her life.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice firm.
Wesley smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I want you to come with me. To let me take care of you. To keep you safe."
Charlotte hesitated, unsure of what to do. She didn't know if she could trust Wesley, but she didn't have any other options either.
"I...I don't know," she stammered.
Wesley's smile grew wider. "You don't have a choice, Charlotte. You're coming with me. One way or another."
Charlotte felt a surge of fear as Wesley's words hung in the air. She was trapped, and she knew it. She had no other option but to accept Wesley's offer.
"Okay," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll come with you."
Wesley's smile grew even wider as he stood up and offered Charlotte his hand. "Good choice," he said, his eyes glinting with triumph.
As Charlotte took Wesley's hand, she felt a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she was making a deal with the devil himself.
Wesley led her out of the dimly lit room and into the bright sunlight. Charlotte squinted, momentarily blinded by the sudden change in lighting.
As they walked towards a sleek black car, Charlotte couldn't help but wonder what she had just gotten herself into. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape in sight.
The car door swung open, and Wesley gestured for Charlotte to get in. She hesitated for a moment, but then slid into the luxurious interior.
Wesley got in beside her, and the car door closed with a soft thud. As the engine purred to life, Charlotte felt a sense of unease wash over her.
"Where are we going?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Wesley smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You'll see," he said, his voice low and mysterious.
As the car pulled away from the curb, Charlotte felt a sense of trepidation building in her chest. She was trapped, and she had no idea what lay ahead.
The car glided smoothly through the streets, the scenery outside becoming increasingly unfamiliar to Charlotte. She tried to ask Wesley again where they were going, but he just smiled and told her to be patient.
As the minutes ticked by, Charlotte's anxiety grew. She felt like a prisoner, trapped in a luxurious cage with no escape.
Finally, the car turned onto a private driveway, winding its way up to a grand mansion. Charlotte's eyes widened as she took in the opulent surroundings.
The car came to a stop in front of the mansion, and Wesley turned to Charlotte with a smile. "Welcome to your new home," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Charlotte's heart sank as she realized the true extent of her situation. She was trapped, and she had no idea how to escape.
Wesley got out of the car and walked around to open Charlotte's door. He offered her his hand, and Charlotte took it reluctantly, feeling like she was stepping into a nightmare.
As they walked towards the mansion, Charlotte couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. Was she a prisoner, or was she something more? And what did Wesley really want from her?
As they entered the mansion, Charlotte's eyes widened in awe. The interior was just as opulent as the exterior, with lavish furnishings and artwork adorning the walls.
Wesley led her to a sprawling living room, where a warm fire crackled in the hearth. He gestured for her to take a seat, and Charlotte sat down on a plush sofa, feeling out of place.
Wesley sat down beside her, his eyes fixed intently on hers. "So, Charlotte," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I think it's time we discussed the terms of our arrangement."
Charlotte's heart skipped a beat as she realized what he was implying. "What do you mean?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Wesley smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I mean, what you're going to do for me in return for my... hospitality."
Charlotte felt a surge of fear as she realized the true extent of her situation. She was trapped, and she had no idea what Wesley had planned for her.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wesley leaned in close, his breath whispering against her ear. "I want everything," he whispered. "And I always get what I want."
A maid came in with a tray conta documents. Wesley handed it over to Charlotte with the maid excusing them.
Charlotte's eyes scanned the contract, her mind racing with doubts. What was she getting herself into? She thought back to the events of the evening, wondering how she had ended up in this situation.
Wesley's voice broke into her thoughts. "So, what do you say? Are you ready to sign?"
Charlotte hesitated, her pen hovering over the paper. She thought about all the warning signs she had ignored, all the red flags she had waved off.
Why was she following him home again? Hadn't she learned her lesson the first time?