The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

In the dimly lit room, Mr. and Mrs. Prescott sat close together, their faces filled with worry as they examined an old sketchbook

“I saw Isabella take this from the artic: it’s Bella’s old sketchbook” Mr. Prescott’s voice trembled as she handed over the small pad filled with jewelry design. “The way abella asked…..it’s as if the knows something”

Mr. Prescott tightened his lips and opened the sketchpad, revealing a detailed necklace design on the first page.

“Could it be that your mother confessed to her? Or maybe one of your siblings let something ship?” he asked cautiously. referring to Isabella’s family.

Mrs. Prescott shook her head firmly. “Impossible. My father erased Bella from the family’s story, and my siblings wouldn’t dare mention her. My mother wouldn’t tell Isabella the truth either. I even warned her about giving that necklace to Isabella -I was completely against it.”

Mr. Prescott sighed as he warned. “You’re only making Isabella more suspicious by taking this sketchbook from her

Before they could continue, the door suddenly creaked open. They both turned sharply as a maid entered, her face half- covered by a mask. The click of the door locking sent a chill through the room.

“What are you doing here?” Mr. Prescott snapped. “This is a private conversation! Is this the kind of behavior we can expect from our staff now?”

The maid didn’t respond. Instead, she removed the mask, revealing her face.

“C–Charlotte?” Mr. Prescott stammered.

“This… this is impossible. You’re supposed to be dead,” Mrs. Prescott whispered, her face draining of color.

. Charlotte’s eyes blazed with fury. “Everything you gave to Isabella should have been mine! Do you know what it was like? Years of being treated like an outsider, enduring everyone’s pitying looks. And now I discover I’m your real daughter?”

The room fell silent as the Prescotts stared at her in stunned disbelief.

“How did you find out?” Mrs. Prescott finally managed to ask.

“Was it Isabella? Did she tell you?” Mr. Prescott demanded.

“I heard it myself!” Charlotte’s voice cracked with raw emotion. “I heard everything when you talked here…. Why did you do this to me? Why did you take away my right to know the truth?”

Mr. Prescott raised his hands in a calming gesture. “Charlotte, think about everything we’ve given you. Yes, I introduced you as my niece, but you’ve wanted for nothing. The finest education, the best opportunities, the support. Haven’t I done enough?”

“Enough?” Charlotte’s laugh was bitter and cold. “You think that’s enough? All I wanted was status! Even Lucas pitied me because I’m an orphan. For years, I’ve lived with the shame of being treated like an outsider. Yes, I drove Isabe” out of the mansion–but only because I desperately wanted your love, both of you!”

Mrs. Prescott’s face twisted with pain and anger. “Is that how you justify what you did? I turned against my own daughter and believed every lie you told us about her until she felt she had no choice but to leave the home. I opened my heart and home to you, and this is how you repay that trust?”

“Charlotte,” Mr. Prescott’s voice softened with calculated reasonableness, “that’s all in the past now. And Mary’s right; we supported you for years.”

Cit–a–latta’e fists clenched at her sides. “I don’t want your charity–I want what’s mine! Prescott Corporation should belong to

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mem at least Aum Mary’s boutique. You owe me! You need to tell everyone the truth about who I really am!”

Mr. Prescott’s expression hardened. I can’t do that. It’s not possible”

“Why not Charlotte’s voice rose.

“I cannot–will not–publicly acknowledge a daughter who’s wanted by the police. If the world knew you were my daughter, it would destroy everything–the Prescott Corporation, Mary’s boutique, our reputation. I’m sorry, Charlotte, but we can’t

The casual dismissal–the final sign that he would abandon her as soon as she threatened his reputation–broke something inside Charlotte.

Mr. Prescott sighed, pulling out his car key and a wad of cash. He extended his hand, offering them to Charlotte.

“Take these. Leave. Don’t show your face here until this blows over. The police are after you, and I won’t let you drag us down with you.”

The weight of his words crushed what little hope she had left. It was clear that now, with her name tarnished, he had no use for her. Consumed by fury, Charlotte drew a knife from her pocket and plunged it into Mr. Prescott’s chest.

“You’re nothing but a selfish coward!” Charlotte’s voice shook with decades of pain. “You hurt my mother, hid my existence. and played the role of the virtuous man while we suffered!”

The memories came rushing back–her mother’s endless nights of waiting, tears falling as she stared out the window, hoping for a man who would never truly come back.

“Your dad is married, Lotti…” That was what her mother used to call her, the nickname carrying warmth. “We have to accept his occasional visits–that’s all we’ll ever get, and it has to be enough for us. But listen to me, Lotti: never let anyone mistreat you. Don’t ever let them walk all over you.”

Then the accident happened, and her mother was gone. A man named Fred Prescott appeared, claiming to be her uncle. His words still echoed in her mind: “Your dad, my brother, passed away…”

The other children’s taunts about her broken family left deep scars. Then came the Prescott mansion, where Charlotte saw Isabella’s perfect life–loving parents, beautiful clothes, and a sense of belonging.

With her bright smile and kindness, Isabella embodied everything Charlotte had ever wanted.