"Ladies and gentlemen," Jordan said, I'd like to make a toast to my son Sebastian, and his lovely wife Charlotte, for making my dreams come through. I've always dreamed for this to come to be, my joy knows no bounds as I'm opportune to see this day.
Very soon, we'll all be gathered to celebrate the coming of my grandson." He gave a loud laugh, his voice booming across the ballroom, "I think it's time to add a little bit of color to the dancing floor."
The crowd cheered, and the band struck up a lively tune. Sebastian watched from the sidelines, seething with anger, but unable to do anything. He was already getting tired of the whole show. He couldn't let his true feelings show, in front of all these people. "With a resounding applause, put your hands together as the couple grace the floor." Jordan bid the guest. The sound of their claps filled the whole ball. "Charlotte, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?" Sebastian asked.
She placed her hand in his and allowed herself to be led onto the dance floor. The music swelled around them, the couples swirling and twirling, lost in the moment. But for Sebastian and Alisha, disguised as Charlotte, the world had narrowed down to just the two of them. Their eyes met, and in that instant, a silent battle of wills began.
Sebastian's hand on her waist sent a shiver through her body, and she couldn't help but gasp. She placed her hand lightly on his chest, their bodies moving in perfect sync with the music. For a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the room. But then, the spell was broken as others began to join them on the dance floor. Still, they remained locked in a silent battle of wills, their eyes never leaving each other's.
As they spun around the dance floor, Alisha's mask slipped off her face, revealing her true identity. Sebastian's eyes widened in shock. "Alisha!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here? Where's Charlotte? What have you done with her?" His voice was rising, with fear and anger bubbling over.
"I didn't do anything to her!" Alisha protested, her voice cold and hard. "But why would you choose that wretched woman over me? She's nothing but a conniving, gold-digging harpy!"
"I'll be the judge to that, where's she and what are you doing with her mask?" Sebastian asked angrily.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," Alisha said, a sly smile playing on her lips. She held up the mask, dangling it from her fingers like a trophy. "As for this, it's a souvenir of a lovely evening." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, and Sebastian felt his blood boiling.
"Sebastian, I don't care about Charlotte, It's you I care about. I love you, and I'll do anything to be with you. Her voice shaking with emotions. "Can't you see that she's not even worthy of you? She's not in our league…"
"Alisha," Sebastian snapped, cutting her off mid-sentence. "I'm losing my patience. Where is Charlotte?" His voice was low and dangerous, and Alisha shrank back from him.
"I'm not her keeper, I'm not her nanny either, I don't know where she is! what did you see in her," she continued, her voice growing shrill. "She has kids, for crying out loud! She's not even in the same league as you!"
"Alisha it's none of your business. Now for the last time, tell me where Charlotte is." He raised his hands as if he wanted to hit her. "Tell me where's Charlotte!!"
I saw her and a man kissing passionately on the third floor, I think they entered the first room." Alisha stammered, her voice quivering. She looked away, unable to meet Sebastian's eyes." She smiled proudly as Sebastian hurried up the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. He could feel his anger rising, his hands clenching into fists. "Why would she do this?" knowing fully well, that Dr. Albert told her not to have sex, for the next two weeks. If she spoils my plan, I won't take it lightly with her, I don't care if she sleeps with the whole men in the city, I don't care. But nothing should happen to my child."
He reached the third floor and headed for the first room. "
Meanwhile, Alisha quickly dialed a number. "Hello, did you do everything according to my instructions? That's good. She hung up and moved straight to the third floor.
Sebastian threw open the door, he saw a man and a lady on the bed, he stood Frozen for a moment, his eyes wide open. "I'm sorry for barging in like that, please excuse me. He shut the door with a loud thud, giving Alisha an angry stare.
Heaving a sigh, Sebastian strode over to the next door and flung it open. Inside, he saw Charlotte lying on the bed, looking pale and wan. Martha was sitting next to her, holding a glass of water. As soon as she saw Sebastian, she stood up, her face a mask of concern. "What's going on?" he demanded, his eyes fixed on Charlotte. "Is she okay? What happened to her?"
"Sh sh.. I… saw…." Martha sounded confused
"I'm fine Charlotte interrupted her, apart from my head that is aching, other than that I'm fine."
"That's good to hear," Sebastian said, exhaling in relief. "Is there anything I can get you?" he asked, his voice gentle and concerned.
"No, thank you," Charlotte said, smiling weakly. "I just need to rest for a while. I'll be okay."
"Alright, then I'll leave you and Martha alone. Excuse me." Sebastian smiled. He shut the door behind him.
Without a word. He brushed past Alisha, refusing to meet her gaze. She stood frozen, the sting of his rejection pierced her like a knife in her heart. She felt like a fool. "What must have gone wrong, I'm sure I kept her in that room."
"I'll deal with that useless asshole. She mumbled, "Hello! Who are you with? Alisha growled as soon as he picked up the call.
"Ma I'm with Charlotte, I've done what you asked me to do, I need my balance." He said over the phone.
"What balance, you must be out of your mind, that lady is not Charlotte. You've slept with the wrong woman. Stupid!! You can't even do one simple job correctly. Don't you dare ask me for the balance Rubbish?" She hung the call.
"How did I get to the bed?" Charlotte asked her face showing how perplexed she was.
"I'm not sure," Martha said, her brow furrowed in concern. "You must have passed out or something. Are you sure you're okay?" She put a hand on Charlotte's shoulder, her eyes searching her face for any signs of distress. Charlotte shook her head, her confusion giving way to a sense of gratitude. "I'm fine, thank you," she said, giving Martha a warm smile.
"Thank God you're fine, I'll be right."
"Yeah, sure." Charlotte nodded.
As Martha approaches Alisha who stands in a corner still trying to grasp why her hatched plan failed. Both eyes met and the look of disdain on Martha's face was unmistakable. Alisha bristled at the perceived disrespect, and her temper flared.
"How dare you look at me like that? Don't you know your place?" she snapped her voice biting and sharp
"I know my place," Martha shot back, her voice tinged with defiance. "Unlike some people who would stoop so low to the point of framing someone just to get their way." The accusation hung in the air, and Alisha's face turned a deep shade of red.
"What does that suppose to mean? I don't know what you're talking about." Alisha replied pretending to be innocent
"I overheard your conversation with a man, telling him, to sleep with Charlotte, and send you the pictures, that you've drugged her, she won't remember anything."
"You did all this just to blackmail her." Martha continues. "As soon as you left, I quickly moved her to the next room and changed her dress. I can't belittle myself like you've done, for a man who does not even take a glimpse of you." Martha hissed.
"How dare you," Alisha yelled as she raised her hand to slap her, but Charlotte held her hand and took it down.
"Who are you? And what gave you the gust to touch me with your filthy hand!" Alisha screeched, her voice shrill with anger. "Do you have any idea who I am?" She was trembling with rage, her face flushed red.
But Charlotte remained calm, her voice steady and firm. "I don't care who you are," she said, her eyes boring into Alisha's. "What I care about is you laying your hands on my maid."
"My maid?" Alisha scoffed, her laugh ringing hollow. "She's not your maid. What gives you the right to say that?"
Charlotte remained unmoved, her expression cool and collected. "This ring," she said, holding up her hand. "This gave me the right. I am Mrs. Charlotte Sebastian Smith, I am his wife. That is what makes her mine."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Alisha fuming.
On the other hand, Sebastian was on the second floor or eavesdropping.