Chapter 34

Donna's Pov.

"Is this what I think it is?" I managed.

Charlie, a playful glint in his eyes, feigned innocence. "What do you think it is?"

"A ring?" I blurted out, the word hanging heavy in the air.

He chuckled. "You know what, just open it first, then you can tell me.”

My fingers trembled slightly as I lifted the lid of the velvet box. A glint of silver caught the candlelight, but it wasn't a diamond.

Tentatively, I lifted the velvet lining. Nestled inside was a simple silver key.

Surprise curved my lips into a smile, as relief washed over me for a second, mingled with a flicker of disappointment I couldn't quite explain.

"A key?" I asked, the disappointment evaporating. "What key is this for?"

"The key to this apartment," Charlie announced, his voice brimming with satisfaction. "I want you to be able to come and go as you please. No more sneaking around or feeling like a guest.”

The weight of the key felt symbolic in my hand. A sign of trust, a step forward in our relationship. "Wow," I breathed, a genuine warmth radiating in my chest. "Thank you, Charlie. For a second there, I thought it was something else entirely."

"Like a ring?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Yeah," I admitted, letting out a nervous laugh. "But this is good. Really good.”

A genuine smile softened his features. "I know you probably think I'm crazy, always jumping the gun, throwing jealous fits," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "But you know I love you, Donna. And I'd love to marry you someday. But you also made it clear you want to chase your dreams first, and that's something I respect."

There was a sincerity in his voice that resonated with me. The Charlie of a few months ago probably wouldn't have been so understanding. He was growing, maturing.

I leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss, a surge of affection washing over me. It was long and deep, filled with a newfound appreciation for the man in front of me.

Pulling away breathlessly, I blurted out, on a wave of excitement, "Speaking of dreams, I got the role! I aced the audition and I got the role!"

Charlie's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow! Congratulations, that's fantastic news! We absolutely need to celebrate."

"You're right," I agreed, a grin splitting my face. But even amidst the joy, a shadow of concern lingered in my mind. "I just can't stop thinking about the Coltons, though. What a nightmare they must be going through right now.”

Charlie sighed, pulling me closer. "Yeah, I heard about it on the news. Terrible situation. I just hope those accusations are false, some kind of misunderstanding."

"If only wishes were horses," I murmured, the weight of the press conference settling back on my shoulders. "I can't imagine what Ava's going through."

Charlie squeezed my hand gently. "Let's not let this bad news ruin our night," he suggested. "Come on, let's celebrate your win. We can worry about the Coltons tomorrow.”

He leaned down and kissed me again, this time a slow, sensual kiss that sent shivers down my spine. Before I could respond, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me towards the bedroom.

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Louis's Pov.

After dropping Claire at her father's mansion, Martin drove me home.

As I stepped out of the car, a figure emerged from the shadows of the balcony.

It was my mother, a cigarette smoldering between her perfectly manicured fingers.

The sight of it gave me pause. She'd sworn off smoking years ago, a testament to her ironclad will. This scandal, it seemed, had clawed its way deep enough to resurrect old demons.

I approached her cautiously. "Good evening, Mom," I greeted her. "You started smoking again?"

She turned, and took a long drag, the cherry at the tip of the cigarette glowing a malevolent red in the twilight. "Son," she exhaled, a cloud of smoke curling around her face, "I just needed to blow off some steam. And take my mind off things.”

"I'm guessing you heard the news, then?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Indeed I have," she replied. "Considering the true extent of the allegations, it could have been a lot worse."

I studied her, searching for a flicker of warmth, a hint of maternal comfort. But all I saw was a steely resolve, a woman hardened by experience. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she finally asked, her tone clipped.

"Mom," I began, the words catching in my throat, "I know you're the one who got Lauren Shaw involved.”

It wasn't a question. It was a statement, laced with a mixture of anger and grudging respect.

She didn't flinch. "Well, I had to, didn't I?" she countered, her voice surprisingly steady. "Lauren and I go way back. She's one person I trust to get justice for those women and keep Colton Enterprises out of the mud. She'll focus on Rupert and your father, leaving us some semblance of control."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "You know, Mom, sometimes I don't even know you." My voice was laced with a frustration that had been simmering all day. "You told me not to interfere, and here you are, pulling strings behind my back. Seems there's a whole lot more to you than I ever knew.”

A flicker of something akin to sadness crossed her face, fleeting as a wisp of smoke.

"You're right, honey," she admitted, her voice softer now. "You don't really know me. I was a lot of things before I married your father. And yes, I told you not to interfere because, frankly, you wouldn't even know how to. You all see me as this… kind, sweet, nurturing woman. But there's more to me than that. There's a reason your father always had me at those damn golf clubs and society parties. You know why? Because I seal the deal.”

Before I could voice my astonishment, she continued. "Did you know I used to work for the Democratic party? I still host fundraisers for them."

"No, I didn't," I stammered, my mind reeling. The woman standing before me, shrouded in cigarette smoke and veiled secrets, has lived many lives that I never knew of.

"Well, there you have it," she said. "There's more to me than meets the eye, honey."

A newfound respect bloomed within me, laced with a sliver of trepidation. "Thank you for helping," I managed, my voice hoarse. "But next time, I would appreciate it if you let me in on your plans.”

She nodded curtly. "I'll try," she conceded. "Now, how did Claire take the news?”

"She lashed out at me," I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "And blamed everything on me. As if that wasn't enough, she told me she's pregnant.”

My mother's eyes widened in surprise. "She is pregnant? Hmm, that is… well, that's good news, I suppose. I get to be a grandma, something I should have been a long time ago. So why the long face? Not thrilled about being a father?"

I hesitated, the suspicion gnawing at me a raw wound. "Mom," I finally confessed, "I have this….feeling. A gut feeling that the baby isn't mine.”