Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Mr. Nacht is just brutal with words,” Raina said, sighing. “He could have just told you that he’s going to find your kids…”

“Really?” Charlotte said, still not entirely convinced. “Is he really that nice?”

“He found you lying unconscious on your apartment floor last night, and he rushed you to the hospital immediately. He stayed by your side the whole night when you were asleep. Don’t you remember all that?” Raina asked, a little annoyed at how dense Charlotte could be.

Charlotte glanced at the sofa—Zachary’s blazer, the Nacht family’s exclusive wine glasses, and the unfinished pastries and fruits sitting on the table. She recalled how he had held her hand and spoke to her in a soothing voice when she woke up screaming and crying for her kids.

She recalled how he had hesitated instead of outright rejecting her when she begged him to help her find her kids, and how he had only lost his temper when Michael appeared out of nowhere.

Maybe, just maybe…

and stubborn, but he’s a simple man

if he leaves my family alone and helps me

sure Ben will find them soon enough,” Raina said as she picked up some bandages from the cart she pushed in. “Please lie down, Ms. Windt. I need to change your bandages. Your family needs you, so you must do

Charlotte said, clambering onto

bandages, and the paramedics came in just moments later with a light

she could not find it no matter where she looked. Sighing, she borrowed a nurse’s phone and dialed Mrs. Berry’s

the call went through,

upstairs, she heaved a huge sigh

Mrs. Berry,” she said. “You need to rest and

of

and the kids out of the drama with

the kids were missing, Mrs. Berry called Michael—who saw Zachary as an enemy—for help and this led to the massive