Yearning For The Badboy Mafia’s Love

Chapter 48



Charlotte paced up and down in the sitting room at 6:25AM in the morning. She had just gotten a call that woke her up from her sleep and have her pacing around like an anxious cat.

She stopped and stare at her phone, the message she was expecting is not yet there.

Angry, Charlotte throw her phone on the chair and shattered her hair in anger. As much as she tries to calm herself down, she just couldn’t .

She just can’t be at peace while someone is out there trying to snatch away what’s hers.

She stopped pacing and sits down tapping her foot on the floor anxiously. She can’t let this happen right under her nose.

A message beep on her phone and she walk to where the phone was laying, the screen was already broken but she didn’t care, she’s going to replace it later any way.

She opens the message on her android phone and stare at the picture someone had just sent to her. Chewing her tongue in anger, Charlotte throw the phone on the ground again.

She’s so mad right now and she’s ready to kill anyone that tries to stop her. If only she can get out of the house, she’d already torn the girl in the picture into pieces.

But her father had given the guards a serious warning to never let her leave the house no matter where she wants to go.

She had tried many times to escape either by making an attempt to climb over the fence, or the bribe the guards, but none of this had work for her.

Charlotte sat down on the couch and stare at the floor in anger.

She had always known that something is wrong, For Chase to treat his slave that way, she definitely feels and know it that Calista is not just a slave to him.

One of the maid she paid earlier during her last visit at Chase’s house had called her to inform her that she saw Chase laying on the same bed with his slave, Calista!

And Ofcourse that’s a very bad way to start her morning, all she wants now is just to set her eyes on Calista and she swear she’s going to tear her to pieces.

What surprises her and made her very shock is how Chase will ever thought of choosing such a low life person as his slave to stay in the bed with him!.

All through the years she grows up with him as a kid, she had never been in the same bed with Chase.

She stood up and walk furiously upstairs, bragging into her father’s room who was still asleep but open his eyes when he heard the noise.

“Charlotte! What’s wrong with you? Why will you brag into me like that?” He yelled at her.

“Father, I need to leave the house now!” She yelled back without hesitation.

She just can’t stand it. Chase is her’s and she won’t let even a bug to take him away from her even if that’s the last thing she does.

Even if she’s not in love with him , how can Chase be so heartless to move on just four years after his girlfriend’s death, her sister!?

And when he has to move on , it has to be with a slave?.

“What’s wrong with you Charlotte. I already told you, I won’t let you step out of this house just to go see that murderer”

“I don’t care if you’ve told me or not. Father, let me have to car keys and tell your guards to fucking step out of my way”

“Watch your tongue young lady or I’ll help you do that. Where are you going? It’s just 6:43AM in the morning?” He asked her.

“Father, I’m like your only daughter now. If you love me, please let me go this one last time.”

Her father didn’t say a word as he just stood up from the bed.

The sleep in his eyes are all gone, who will still be feeling sleepy when there’s someone right in front of him yelling like someone about to go crazy.

“You can’t leave the house Charlotte. I told you, just return to the states and find yourself a man. Chase isn’t worth it”

“I promise I’m going to return to the state if only you let me leave this one last time?”

He stared at her and sigh, walking to his drawer he unlocked it and hand over her car key to her. Without hesitation, Charlotte grab it from him and immediately ran out of the room.

Before she gets downstairs and outside the house, her father already informed the guards to let her go.

Charlotte enters the car and ignited the engine then drive out of the compound.

No matter what it takes her, she can’t live and see Chase be with another girl. He’s supposed to be looking at her and seeing her the same way he sees Madison.

They’re twins! And there’s no fucking difference between them.

She doesn’t care how much Calista’s parents might have been owning Chase, she knows Chase is rich oh yes!

But she’s ready to use all the money in her account to clear the debt and have Calista leave the house immediately.

She can’t sit back and watch a slave take her place.

At first, she thought Chase is only trying to act nice.

Normally, Madison have told Chase the only way she can date him is if he starts being nice to others.

So, Charlotte had thought that Chase is still practicing these words after the years.

But with the picture that was sent to her, she’s convinced that Calista is doing anything she can to make Chase her’s.

Ofcourse who won’t? Chase is hot, Rich, popular, handsome and perfect in everything. No one can resist him.

Making a turn , Charlotte hiss continuously in anger.

She could’ve stated it earlier to Calista that Chase is her man.

Maybe now, she have to let her know, the very hard way.

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Mrs Harrison walks into her husband’s room and meet him sitting on the bed with his hand on his face.

“Where did Charlotte rush out to?” She asked sitting next to him.

“Obviously to that bastard”

“Harrison! Charlotte is looking so pissed, how can you hand her the keys to drive when you know she’s angry, what if she gets into an accident or do something crazy?” Mrs Harrison yelled.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t speak to me like that Woman! You talk to your daughter later, I won’t stand her behavior again. How can she be running after her Sister’s killer with no shame? Once she’s back, she’s going back to the state” Mr Harrison yelled back and without another word, he walk out of his room fuming in anger.


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