The Godfather's Love (Erika and Charles) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“Charles, I haven’t seen you box in a long time.”

A cool, calm voice pierced the haze without warning, exploding in his mind like a thunderclap.

It wasn’t Evelyn’s syrupy whisper. It was Erika’s.

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Just hours ago, by the flickering fireplace, she had looked up at him, her eyes holding a sorrow he couldn’t decipher-something final, close to farewell.

She had made one last request.

“Will you fight for me one more time?”

Boxing.

The filthy air of the underground ring. The thud of fists meeting flesh. The metallic taste of blood and loose teeth. And in the crowd below…

Those unwavering eyes that never looked away, full of worry but stubborn to the end.

Those were Erika’s eyes.

Not the ones in front of him now-brimming with desire and calculation.

Charles froze.

It felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him, numbing him to the bone.

All the heat, all the lust, shattered in an instant.

He saw it then-clearly-the flicker of triumph and greed in Evelyn’s eyes.

He shoved her away. Hard. So hard she gasped, stumbled back several steps, nearly tripping.

“No.”

His voice came out hoarse, laced with shock and disgust for the weakness he’d nearly succumbed to.

“Charles?” Evelyn clutched her shoulder where he’d pushed her, her face a mix of confusion and hurt. Tears welled up instantly. “What’s wrong? We were

just… didn’t you…”

“Stop talking!”

He cut her off with a bark, fumbling to button his shirt, his movements rough and frantic.

“I swore to Erika! I would never touch you!”

“But she doesn’t care anymore!” Evelyn cried, voice rising. “She threw you out! She doesn’t love you! So why are you still holding on?!”

“What do you know?!”

Charles spun around, eyes blazing like a cornered wolf.

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There was no tenderness left in his gaze-only ice, fury, and the warning of a man pushed too far.

“Erika is my wife! She is the woman I swore before God and our family to protect for life! You don’t get to judge that!”

Evelyn flinched. She had never seen him like this. The sob caught in her throat.

Charles sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm the rage pounding in his chest. He glanced toward the window.

The sky was already turning pale gray.

“It’s almost time.”

His voice returned to its usual cold sharpness. He straightened his clothes and grabbed his coat from the sofa.

“I’ll take you to the airport.”

“Charles…” Evelyn tried one last plea, eyes brimming with tears.

“Don’t make me say it again.”

He didn’t even look at her. He walked straight to the door.

“Put on your coat. Your luggage is already downstairs.”

The drive to the airport was suffocatingly silent.

Evelyn sat with red-rimmed eyes, lips pressed tight, stealing glances at the man in the driver’s seat. His profile was stony, unreadable.

How did everything collapse at the last moment?

Everything had gone according to her plan.

How could that woman-Erika-a discarded wife, still stand between them like a ghost?

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