My Exs Uncle Turns Out To Be My Past Lover

SAN FRANSISCO - KLEIN'S MANSION

Charvie's body trembled, her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes squeezed shut as she tossed and turned in bed. "Alle... fucking let me get into the hospital!" Charvie panted out of her nightmare, her heart racing like a wild animal. The bed sheets beneath her drenched with sweat.

As she slowly got herself back, she reminded herself it was just a dream. Yet, the memory of it lingered, haunting her. Why must she have this crazy nightmare every night?

With a deep breath, Charvie threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, and her porcelain skin seemed almost ethereal in the dim light. She stood at five feet five inches, her slender figure moving with grace as she made her way to the washroom.

As she gets into the washroom, she stood in front of a large mirror, pulling down her bathrobe, staring at her body, which she blamed herself for later on, as her regrets from five years, comes back haunting her even than the nightmare.

5 YEARS AGO » TEXAS.

"Charvie, you must help your sister!" Mrs. Klein's voice echoed through the hospital ward, her eyes blazing with desperation. Charvie's heart raced as her father approached her, his hand hidden in his pocket.

"I won't do it! What if I get caught?" Charvie protested, her voice shaking.

Mr. Klein smirked, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "This is our family's livelihood, Charvie. We've been doing this for years, and no one has ever gotten caught." He revealed a needle and white powder which he brought out from his pocket, with his voice dripping with menace. "This is a family heirloom Charvie... and you will use it to save your sister."

Charvie's eyes widened in horror as her father's words hung in the air like a dark promise.

And that was how the plotting began, and that night, the Klein family were well prepared, dressed very well for the night party.

Charvie adjusted her covert earpiece, making sure she could hear her family signals clearly, as she chatted with one of the elites daughter she had met in the party to kill time.

She stood beautifully in a daring black dress, which stopped on her mid thigh, her lips painted in a dark red lipstick, akin to the color of blood, she ignored the men who tried asking her out, as she couldn't wait to get away from the suffocating air, this rich people where giving.

"He is here," her ear piece crackled to life, as her mother's voice came through.

Turning to the hall entrance, her heart skipped millions of beats, as she stood transfixed, staring at the masculine figure who had just walked into the hall, with another man, who Charvie assumed to be his guard, walking behind him "I..is he the one?"

"Yes." Her mom replied "we would help you find a way to spike his drink, then you can follow him home, I know he his with lot of men, but you will survive." Her mother assured.

The crazy assurance that led to her regrets....she jolts back to the present, as she tries to make the past stay hidden again, but no, her mind tend to be stubborn, bringing the most troubling part.

The minute she had perfectly sneaked into his hotel room, in one of the largest hotel in Texas, after she thought he was asleep, due to the stuff her family added to his drink.