Harem app-Chapter 117: Masquerade party

3° person POV

Charlotte remained lying on the floor, her entire body trembling as she relived the horror she had just endured.

A whirlwind of emotions consumed her, frustration overtaking every part of her being.

But once again, she found herself completely alone in that dark room, after all, no one truly cared about her.

Tears began to stream down her face again, but this time, she cried more quietly, knowing she couldn’t afford to disturb her husband.

She remained painfully tense, dreading the possibility that at any moment, he could return to the room and beat her again.

On top of that, she still had no news about her son, who was in the hospital. Even though they had told her he was fine, she wouldn’t be able to rest until she saw him with her own eyes.

But she knew she couldn’t go outside looking like a mess. Her husband would kill her if she let anyone find out about the way he abused her.

So, terrified, the only thing she could do was get up and take a shower. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be any serious injuries. With some makeup and the right clothes, she would be able to hide the marks.

Even so, her heart continued to race, fear still coursing through her veins. But that fear began to ease slightly when she heard the sound of her husband leaving the house.

He was probably heading to the infamous Masquerade Ball, a grand dinner held once a year, where members of high society attended in masks and elaborate costumes to conceal their identities.

What was the true purpose of this event?

Primarily, infidelity. But it was also a space for uncensored gossip, where people could speak ill of each other without fear of consequences, after all, in theory, no one knew who was talking about whom.

Perhaps there was a certain thrill, a sense of relief for those men, always so obsessed with their reputations and social alliances, in being somewhere they couldn’t be entirely sure of who they were dealing with.

Well, it wasn’t an absolute rule. A mask wasn’t always enough to hide someone’s identity. After all, to the most observant eyes, small details always revealed the truth.

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Harper stood in the kitchen, her hands submerged in warm, soapy water as she washed the dinner dishes. The sound of running water was the only noise in the room, softly echoing off the walls of the quiet house. She sighed, feeling the weight of the past few months pressing down on her shoulders.

Her marriage was in ruins, and she knew it. No matter how much she didn’t want to accept it, now that her husband had sunk into gambling, there was nothing left to be done.

But what could she do?

She remained unable to make the final decision. And a deep sadness continued to fill her chest.

"Maybe this is how it ends," Harper murmured as she scrubbed the last pot in the sink.

And with that, she had finished all her chores. As always, this was the worst moment of her day, when she had nothing to distract her mind.

Desperately trying not to think about her own life, she called a friend, someone she could talk to for a while. Maybe some gossip would bring a little peace to her mind.

"Harper, for heaven’s sake, you need to get out of the house, get some fresh air. You’ve been so down lately. Maybe seeing other people will help," her friend said after a few minutes of conversation.

"But it’s not that simple..." she tried to come up with an excuse.

That said, her friend quickly cut off any possibility of flimsy excuses. And Harper, giving in to the pressure, simply asked:

"What do you suggest?"

"The masquerade party, you have to go. There’s nothing better to forget your problems and let loose a little."

The blonde wasn’t familiar with the party’s reputation, so she didn’t realize her friend was suggesting infidelity. Still, she reluctantly agreed, and her friend said she’d stop by Harper’s house to help her get ready for the party.

Because of this, the milf, who normally wore extremely modest clothes, ended up being convinced to wear an extremely sexy dress.

Her husband was holed up in the bedroom, losing money on bets, and didn’t notice a thing. Her daughter was even more lost in her own world, so the woman left without telling anyone, unaware of what that night had in store for her.

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Liam stopped in front of Charlotte’s door and rang the doorbell. The house was completely dark, making him fear that no one was home. freēwēbnovel.com

However, shortly after the sound echoed inside, he heard the slow, dragging footsteps of someone approaching.

The door creaked open, revealing Charlotte standing in the doorway. Her eyes were swollen and red, as if she had been crying for hours, and her expression carried a mix of exhaustion and despair.

Her hair was messy, tied up carelessly, and her clothes were wrinkled, as if she had just gotten out of bed, even though the day was already well underway.

Even though she had hidden it well, Liam still managed to notice some subtle signs of the abuse that had taken place. This made him clench his fists furiously, but he controlled his anger, as he wasn’t entirely sure if things were as he thought.

"Charlotte..." Liam began, concern evident in his voice.

She didn’t respond. She just looked at him, her eyes welling up again, and before she could stop herself, the tears began to fall once more.

Charlotte knew she should hold herself together, but she simply fell to her knees, as though her mind had reached a breaking point.

Without a second thought, Liam stepped forward and wrapped the milf in his arms. Charlotte wanted to resist, after all, she didn’t want to dump her problems on someone so young, but she simply couldn’t.

Then her soul began to melt in those powerful yet gentle arms. She cried for a long time, sobbing as her hands gripped Liam’s shirt tightly, as if he were the anchor keeping her upright.

And finally, she began to feel better. She couldn’t understand why, but that boy simply seemed to be the only one who truly saw her.

"What happened?"

When she heard the question, the woman tried to come up with lies, but the boy immediately realized she was spouting nonsense, so he repeated his question in a firmer tone.

"What happened?"

The woman felt her body grow warm as she looked at the man who commanded her with such strength.

He was a real man, one who didn’t need physical strength to exert authority. He didn’t even need to instill fear in others, he simply wielded the natural authority of a king.

In other words, he was the complete opposite of her husband, a frustrated and weak man who relied on violence and constant displays of strength to feel better about himself.

So she told him everything, unable to disobey the firm words of that boy. She simply wanted someone to look out for her.

"Where is your husband?" he asked as soon as he finished hearing her story.

The boy felt his entire body consumed by an inexplicable rage, yet he held it all in. He knew he needed to stay calm, after all, Charlotte didn’t need another man with anger issues in her family.

Because of this, he wanted to think of a way to protect that woman from her husband. And considering he didn’t have the power to confront that man at the moment, the best way would be to keep her away from him.

But before anything else, he needed to ensure she was safe and help her recover. If she continued like this, her mind would be destroyed.

"He went to the masquerade party," the woman briefly explained what the event was about.

Hearing this, Liam smiled. This was a great opportunity, she needed to have fun and feel free, even if just for a moment, from the weight of being Charlotte Mattau.

"You should go too. Just for tonight, enjoy yourself as a woman, as Charlotte. If you’d allow me, I’d accompany you. Just for this night, why not forget everything and allow yourself a little happiness?"

Charlotte blushed furiously at his proposal. Meanwhile, Liam had no idea why, he didn’t know that the masquerade ball was essentially a party for infidelity. Meaning, his words had almost sounded like an invitation to adultery.

Shyly, Charlotte explained that she couldn’t do such a thing with someone so young, especially someone who already had a girlfriend.

"What do you mean?" Liam asked, confused, and only then did she explain the context of the event.

Moments later, they both laughed softly as the misunderstanding was cleared up.

That said, Charlotte wouldn’t be able to go to the party anyway, as she had to take care of the young children of several of her friends who were attending the event. They were expected to arrive at her house soon, which was why she had dressed up and carefully hidden her injuries.

And why did she have to do this? Because her husband forced her to. That way, she would never be able to attend the event or betray him.

Meanwhile, he always had fun at the party and would only return three days later, after spending several nights with some random mistress.

But after hearing about Charlotte’s predicament, Liam couldn’t help but smile, thinking he had the perfect solution.

He quickly called Amelia, who had just arrived at Seraphina’s house and was playing with Luca. Then, he asked if she was willing to accept a challenge.

Of course, for her boyfriend, Amelia was willing to accept anything.

So, he grinned and explained his proposal to the woman in front of him, repeating his invitation and assuring her that the children would be in the best possible care.

Though hesitant, Charlotte finally agreed to enjoy herself for a little while that night.

Liam smiled, believing that this would help her regain her spirit, a crucial first step in saving her from that terrible situation.

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