𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒, 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧

chapter eleven!

It had been quite a while since Charlotte's chat with William, and she tried desperately to forget about the whole fiasco, her and Anthony had gotten much closer in that time, in fact, the pair almost got caught by The Viscountess and Charlotte was truly mortified.

It was now a Sunday afternoon and Charlotte decided to have a nap, the young Hamilton girl only got about half an hours peace before this happened,

"Charlotte," a voice whispered, they poked the side of her head lightly but Charlotte just flipped over and pulled the covers over her head,

"Lottie," this was a new voice, presumably the voice then prodded Charlotte aggressively on the head much more aggressively than the first poke she got. Charlotte jumped up in pain and held her head, she looked down to see Francis and Benedict,

"just the two fools I longed to see," she mumbled, Benedict raised an eyebrow and Francis just beamed. Although she found the pair incredibly irritating, they were like her partners in crime and she wouldn't ask for it to be any other way "so, you are here because?" she asked stepping down from her bed refusing both men's hands.

Benedict sighed "He knows," Charlotte raised an eyebrow and looked at Francis' face, he looked like a boy that had just received a new toy at Christmas "he knows what? may I ask," Charlotte inquired crossing her arms and frowning, Francis smirked,

"I know about you and Anthony," Charlotte's eyes went wide as she went pale, her eyebrows furrowed in anger at brother, yet she did not go for him, her focus suddenly went to Benedict and she ran at him,

"Bridgerton, I will throttle you!" she shouted, Benedict, looked scared and backed away while Francis held Charlotte around her waist in restraint,

"oh no you don't, sister," Francis dragged his sister back and she calmed down. Benedict was just about to explain but Charlotte really did not have the patience to listen,

"no, hush, I cannot listen to any more of your continuous chattering." and with that, she left, Benedict and Francis were left gobsmacked.

Charlotte journeyed across the hall and down the stairs to where Anthony was in his office, it was about 9 pm now and Charlotte could hear voices from the office, it was Violet and Anthony, they seemed like they were in quite a heated conversation. Charlotte knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help herself but stand outside and listen in,

"Do not make this any more difficult than it already is!" Charlotte heard Anthony plead

"I wish to know something, Anthony." Violet began "Tonight when you leave this study that you continue to keep at your family home," Violet's voice was harsh, what had he done? "are you to return to bachelor lodgings across the square? Or will you pay a visit to a certain soprano that you tend to in an apartment that you pay for on the other side of town?" Charlotte's heart felt like it had just shattered into a hundred pieces, she felt broken, she felt empty. Anthony had a mistress? Why would he keep this from her? Her thoughts then stopped as she noticed Anthony catching her gaze he mmmm went pale and his eyes widened, the man went to get up but Charlotte shook her head, she needed to be alone, he gave her pleading eyes but she just turned away.

Charlotte hastily rushed from the office door and felt trapped, she did not know where to turn, she did not know what to do so she simply locked her eyes on the front door of the Bridgerton house, she quickly ran to it and flung open the door, almost as soon as the girl stepped outside she vomited into a nearby bush, thankfully.