Chapter Six : Run
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Charlotte woke up to the sound of a door locking.
Her eyes snapped open instantly.
For one terrifying second, she didn’t recognize the dark luxurious bedroom surrounding her.
Then memory crashed into her violently.
The black SUV. The men dragging her away from Zara’s grandparents’ house. Her father’s furious face.
Home.
They brought her back home.
Panic surged through her chest as she jumped off the bed and rushed toward the door.
Locked.
“Open the door!” she screamed, banging against it desperately. “OPEN IT!”
Nobody answered.
Tears filled her eyes immediately.
She was trapped.
Charlotte backed away slowly, breathing unevenly as fear wrapped around her throat like a noose.
Her family had kidnapped her.
Her own family.
The realization hurt almost as much as Ethan’s betrayal.
Hours passed painfully.
Nobody came except one maid bringing food Charlotte refused to touch.
By evening, the bedroom door finally opened.
Her mother stepped inside first.
Then her father.
Charlotte immediately stood.
“You can’t keep me here.”
Her father ignored her completely. “Sit down.”
“No.”
His expression darkened dangerously. “Don’t test my patience.”
Charlotte’s hands trembled.
“I’m not marrying Ethan.”
Her mother sighed impatiently. “You’re behaving like a stubborn child.”
Charlotte laughed bitterly. “You kidnapped me!”
“We are protecting this family.”
“No,” Charlotte whispered painfully. “You’re destroying me.”
Her mother’s face remained cold. “You’ll thank us eventually.”
Charlotte stared at her in disbelief.
How could a mother look at her daughter with so little love?
“How long have you hated me?” Charlotte asked softly.
For the first time, her mother looked slightly uncomfortable.
But only for a second.
Then her expression hardened again.
“You’re emotional right now. Get some rest.”
They walked out.
The door locked again.
Charlotte collapsed onto the bed the second they left.
And cried.
—
The next morning, Charlotte woke up nauseous.
Very nauseous.
The smell of breakfast downstairs drifted into the room after the maid brought food again.
And suddenly—
Charlotte bolted toward the bathroom.
Violent vomiting tore through her body as she gripped the sink shakily.
Oh God.
Tears burned her eyes as another wave hit her.
Minutes later, the bedroom door burst open.
Her mother entered immediately.
“What’s wrong with her?” she demanded sharply.
The maid looked nervous. “She’s been vomiting repeatedly, ma’am.”
Charlotte froze.
No.
No no no.
Her mother’s eyes narrowed slowly.
Then they dropped toward Charlotte’s stomach.
And Charlotte knew.
A terrible silence filled the room.
Her mother stepped closer carefully.
“Are you pregnant?”
Charlotte’s lips parted.
Fear exploded through her chest.
“No.”
But her voice shook too much.
Her mother’s expression changed instantly.
“Call the doctor.”
Charlotte panicked immediately. “No!”
Her mother grabbed her wrist tightly.
“Who’s the father?”
Charlotte looked away.
Her silence confirmed everything.
Disgust flashed across her mother’s face.
“Oh my God…”
Charlotte began crying instantly.
“Please…”
Her mother released her arm like she was contaminated.
“Does Ethan know?”
Charlotte shook her head quickly.
“No.”
That answer visibly relieved her mother.
Her father arrived moments later, and the second he heard the news, rage consumed him.
“You stupid girl!”
Charlotte flinched.
“You got pregnant by another man while still engaged to Ethan?”
Tears streamed down her face.
“That baby is innocent.”
“That baby is a disaster!” he thundered.
Charlotte instinctively wrapped her arms protectively around herself.
Her baby.
Nobody here cared about the child growing inside her.
All they cared about was reputation.
Business.
Image.
An hour later, a doctor arrived.
Charlotte sat frozen on the bed while the older man checked her pulse carefully.
Then he sighed.
“She’s approximately a few weeks pregnant.”
Charlotte’s chest tightened painfully.
It was real.
Her baby was real.
Her mother folded her arms immediately. “Can it be terminated quietly?”
Charlotte stopped breathing.
The doctor hesitated slightly. “Yes.”
“No!” Charlotte cried instantly.
Nobody looked at her.
Nobody cared.
Her father spoke coldly. “This pregnancy can never reach Ethan or his family.”
Charlotte stared at him in horror.
“You want to kill my baby just to protect your business deals?”
Her mother’s face hardened. “Enough with the drama.”
Drama.
They called her baby drama.
Charlotte’s body shook violently with fear and rage.
“I won’t do it,” she whispered.
Her father looked at the doctor. “Prepare everything.”
“No!” Charlotte scrambled backward across the bed. “Please!”
The doctor looked uncomfortable now. “Perhaps we should wait until she calms down—”
“No,” her mother interrupted sharply. “This ends tonight.”
Charlotte broke down completely.
Sobs tore through her chest as she begged them desperately.
But they walked out anyway.
Leaving her trapped.
Alone.
Terrified.
And moments away from losing her child.
—
Night fell heavily over the mansion.
Charlotte sat curled on the floor beside her bed, crying silently while her hand rested protectively over her stomach.
She couldn’t lose this baby.
She couldn’t.
Suddenly—
A soft knock came from the connecting servant door near the wardrobe.
Charlotte looked up sharply.
The elderly maid from earlier stepped inside nervously.
“Hurry,” she whispered urgently.
Charlotte blinked through her tears. “What?”
The maid rushed toward her. “Miss Zara sent me.”
Hope exploded through Charlotte instantly.
“What?”
“She’s waiting outside with a car.” The maid pressed something into Charlotte’s trembling hand.
A key.
“To the back gate.”
Charlotte’s breathing became uneven.
“Oh my God…”
“You must leave now before your parents return with the doctor.”
Fear and hope collided violently inside Charlotte’s chest.
She quickly grabbed her coat and small bag while the maid guided her through the hidden servant hallway behind the mansion.
Every second felt endless.
Every sound made Charlotte’s heart stop.
Finally, they reached the back exit.
The maid unlocked it quickly.
Then grabbed Charlotte’s hand tightly.
“Protect your baby,” she whispered emotionally.
Charlotte nearly cried again.
“Thank you.”
Then she ran.
Cold night air hit her skin as she sprinted toward the road where a black car waited with headlights off.
The passenger door suddenly opened.
“Charlotte!” Zara cried.
Charlotte jumped inside instantly.
The car sped away just as shouting suddenly erupted behind the mansion.
They noticed she was gone.
“Oh my God,” Zara muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “We need to get to the airport fast.”
Charlotte looked back fearfully as lights suddenly appeared behind them.
Black SUVs.
Following them.
Her blood ran cold instantly.
“They found us…” she whispered.
And then—
The SUVs accelerated.
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