"Scarlett's point of view,""What the fuck is this? You must have planned this, right?" He is shaking with fury. "I'm sorry, but I wasn't intending to do this. I'll clean it all up, and I've previously told you that I don't like the smell of your perfume." "Is this your new plan to get even with me?" He lifted his brow at me. "No, it's not what you think; vomiting is normal during pregnancy.""For what you did to me, I will surely punish you even more harshly this time." Once again, he came at me with his devilish appeal. "Please stay away from me because...," oh no, I can't control myself from throwing up on him this time, too. "Scarlet, do not try to push my limits. You are strongly aware of the consequences of your activities.""I'm sorry, but his cologne makes me want to vomit so badly that I can't stop myself."He wears a perfume by Armani, and while the scent is pleasant, I find it offensive. I went straight to his bathroom. I just got out of his restroom, where I spent a
"Samuel's point of view,""Good morning, Mr. Oscar."What's fantastic about this morning is that I got puked on by a bloody middle-class woman in the morning, and I can't even get back together with her for it. She claimed that she didn't enjoy the scent of my perfume. She has no right to say that my perfume smells terrible. Does she even know how much my perfume costs? I opened the door to my office and loosened my tie in anger. "I need coffee right away." I instantly ordered a coffee delivery by dialing my P.A. extension. Now, only a cup of coffee will ease my irritation. "Your coffee, Mr. Oscar," He placed my coffee mug on the table. "Are you okay, sir?" Why does he keep bugging me with questions when he should be able to see how annoyed I am with my contracted wife? She is not a person who is easy to manage. "Leave me alone. I don't want to be bothered right now by anyone." He nodded and walked out of my office, saying, "Okay, Mr. Oscar." Why does this coffee taste so bi
"Scarlett's point of view,""Scarlet, get up; you can't stay in bed all day; you must work following Samuel's orders." Clara yanked my hand to get me out of bed. "Why are you doing this? I want to sleep." To block her unpleasant voice from reaching my ears, I moved my face in another direction and covered my ear. "You can't keep ignoring me; get out of bed. I need your help in getting ready." "Where are you going?" Her repeated tugs on my hand finally got me to open my eyes. "I have a romantic supper on the patio planned, so I need to look my best." She threw her hair up in the air. "Why do you need my help when there are so many salons and makeup professionals available? You can go there." "Follow my instructions without question, Scarlet, or I'll complain to Samuel about your behavior." To threaten me, she brought up the devil once more. "Tell me, please, madam, what to do first." I take a deep breath to vent my annoyance. "Take a look at this list and get ready." She gave m
"Samuel's point of view,""Where is Clara?" I asked Samantha about Clara as soon as I walked into my house in the evening. "She left because she had a crucial business meeting, sir."Why does she have such a pitiful expression in her eyes? I am not a victim personality; I am the one who planned everything, and I am now pleased with the outcome of my plan. 1. "Where is Scarlet, then?""She is sleeping, sir." "What? Why is she sleeping in the evening after all that she did the whole day and also last night?" I started walking toward her room. "She has a headache and throws up three times in the afternoon, sir, and she is exhausted." Samantha attempted to block my way. "What happened to her? Is she sick?" I raised an eyebrow at her. Should I call a doctor for her? No, I believe that I must check her out first because she may be having another tantrum to avoid my sanctions. Why, though, did I worry so much about her? No, I am not worried about her, but about my unborn child. Befo
"Scarlett's point of view,"Dinner date? Has Samantha lost her mind? What exactly is she saying? Samuel set up a dinner date for me. She is undoubtedly daydreaming. "What are you saying, Samantha? You have had a misunderstanding." I regarded her with perplexity. "Samantha, why are you lying to me?" His mother questioned her angrily. "No, Mama, she is not lying. I had planned to surprise her with supper on the terrace, but when you showed up to join us, I had to change my plans. Samantha, I already instructed you not to tell my mother, so why did you tell her?" What the hell is going on? Is it unquestionably a joke or a nightmare? surprise dining with the devil. I am aware that he is deceiving her mother into thinking he cares about me. But the truth is rather different. Clara set up a romantic meal for the two of them, and now that she's not around, he wants to claim all the credit for himself. He is such a jerk. But there's one thing I didn't get until now, and that's why
"Samuel's point of view,""Is all of this food delivered from a five-star hotel since it looks so good?" Incredulous, I stared at the serving dish before me. There is no one else here besides us, so she will only be here to respond to my queries, which I don't want to do. "Maybe?" She answered subtly. I'm still curious as to why Clara ordered so much food. However, the meal is pretty good. I started to eat, and after the first bite, I was in ecstasy. That chef should work in my kitchen. I'll be sure to inquire about the restaurant where she placed her order for that much food. What if Scarlet made everything? I gave her a wary gaze. No, she is unable to prepare these meals by herself. I'm not sure if I should question her about whether she made this meal or not. She is a liar, and she surely tells me that she prepared all of this food; therefore, I can not believe her. I won't ask her about the food because she constantly tries to act innocent. However, I'm still curious about
"Scarlett's point of view,""Now, what are you doing here? Why are you disturbing my sleep after I've already accomplished everything you asked me to do?" It was a pleasant night in my chamber when the devil came in and woke me up. What is wrong with him that he always wakes me up? "I have to share this bed with you, Miss Neve.""What? Have you gone insane?" Unfortunately, I must live under the same roof as him for the sake of my mother and my unborn child, even though I don't want to spend a single minute with him and now he wants to sleep in my bed with me. I'm not going to let this happen in any way. "It's not a request, Miss Neve; it's an order: share your bedroom." He pulled my blanket over me and lay down next to me. What did he want now? Why does he insist that we share a bed even though his mother has already left this place? But if I asked him why, he would undoubtedly show me his claims on the property once more."I'll sleep in another room, Mr. Oscar; you can sleep he
"Samuel's point of view,""Miss Neve, I'll see you in my office at 9 a.m. sharp." I told her to get to work on time before I left the house. "But how can I..?" She continues to look for excuses. "Scarlet, don't be hesitant; it's not going to do anything out of the ordinary; every woman should have financial independence; and it's excellent for your future." My mother cut her off. She urged her to work as my assistant at my office. Although she supports my choice, my mother still doesn't understand why I allowed her to work in my office. "Okay, Aunty," she sighed and walked out of the dining room. "Mom, thank you for supporting my wife.""Son, I did this for her, not for you; she has to be independent."Who is interested in her independence? This is another instance of bullying her. "Take care of my grandchild and my daughter-in-law, Samuel. I'm leaving right now.""Of course, Mom, I will." I can stop being kind to Scarlet now that my mother has finally left the house. I tolerate
"Scarlett's point of view,"One year later, ****"Please get ready quickly, Scarlet; it's getting late." Samuel called out from the corridor. "Samuel, I need your help. I'm not able to handle everything by myself." I dressed Elena. "Scarlet, I sent you out of the office early, so why are you running late?" He came into my room and stared at me, bewildered. "I thought you were her bridesmaid, but you still haven't gotten dressed." Samuel expressed his displeasure to me. "Samuel, stop acting like a typical husband. My circumstance is no secret to you; managing a multi-billionaire company while caring for your twin children is no picnic." I gave him a furious glance. My constant disarray, both in appearance and behavior, was a constant target of his taunting critique. "You want to do everything on your own because you don't trust your husband, even though I didn't ask you to take on too much work at the workplace." Now his mocking gets on my nerves. "Stop taunting me, Samuel. You
"Scarlett's point of view,""Samuel, please take me to the hospital; I'd like to meet Clara.""What? Are you crazy? Do you no longer remember what she did to you?" He inserted his fork into his dish fiercely. "Don't be upset, Samuel; I remember what she did to me.""What makes you want to meet her, though?" "As I have already pardoned her for her transgressions.""What made you so quick to forgive her?" Samuel balled his fist in frustration. "Samuel, it's time for us to forgive her, as she has already dealt with her karma." "Sorry, Scarlet, my heart isn't as huge and kind as yours; you can do whatever you want, but don't ask me to drive you to the hospital." He got out of his chair. "Okay, Samuel, you are not required to accompany me." "Scarlet, what do you mean? Don't tell me you are going to meet that woman without my permission." "You got me correct, my dear husband; I am going to meet her today." "Scarlet, I am not allowing you to go meet her." He abruptly paused and gave
"Scarlett's point of view,""Mama." "Elan, my son." I screamed aloud. "Scarlet, what happened? How you're feeling right now." Samuel's voice reached my ears. "Look, Samuel, I think Elan is right here with me; I heard his voice. Where is my son?" I opened my eyes, looking around for any sign of Elan. "Scarlet, you don't need to worry about your children. Just relax. They're doing fine." Samuel extended a glass of water to me. "Are you telling the truth?""Yes, my dear wife. Our kids are fit and fine. They were waiting for you to wake up right here.""You are lying, that's for sure. I have no faith in you. If they were waiting for me, why can't I see them?" Samuel's word is hard for me to trust because he can do anything to soothe me right now. "Trust me, Scarlet—they were in this room just before you woke up, and they were right here.""No, I'm not going to trust you." I shook my hand in rejection. "Why do you not have faith in me? Tell me why I would deceive you." He grinned
"Samuel's point of view,""Please open your eyes, Scarlet." I gave her a little tap on the cheek to rouse her. She fainted from the fumes. "Harry, she is not opening her eyes; I think we have to take her to the hospital." I turned to face Harry. "Relax, Samuel; she'll be OK in a few minutes. We can't leave until we find your children." I don't know how he can be so calm in this kind of circumstance. As a mafia member, he may have dealt with situations similar to this one daily, but the entire circumstance scares me. "Water." Scarlett's voice reached my ears. "Thank God you're okay, Scarlet." I gave her a happy forehead kiss. "Are we still alive?" With bafflement, she glanced at me. "Yes, we are." I smiled at her question. "Where are my children, Samuel?"It's hard for me to respond to her inquiry. How could I tell her that they were lost now? "Clara ran off with our children. With any luck, Harry could save us.Scarlet, please relax first; we will find another way to find our
"Scarlett's point of view,""Scarlet, are you ready?" He pulled up the automobile in front of a wooden house. "Humm, I am ready." I nodded in accord. "Samuel, please find a good woman and marry her if she kills me today so that my children will never experience the need of their moms." I met his gaze with watery eyes. "Scarlet, don't cry; you won't suffer any consequences. We have no intention of endangering your life; our only purpose is to take back our children from Clara. Apply this perfume all over before you step out of the car." He extended a perfume bottle to me. "Samuel, this cologne smells awful to me. If I apply this scent to my body, I lose control over my vomiting." Smelling the perfume bottle, I covered my mouth to contain my vomit. "I know it will be hard for you to tolerate the scent of this perfume, Scarlet, but I was in a rush and only found this flavor. Please, don't throw up." With an imploring look, he asked me. "Please don't give me these puppy eyes; I'm us
"Samuel's point of view,""Samuel, could you please tell me what's going on now? Why did you take me inside the house with so much caution?" She regarded me with suspicion. What do I tell her now? I'm afraid she won't believe me if I tell her the truth—that her life is in danger. She is still unaware of her enemy. She believes she has no enemies, but she has entirely forgotten about her animosity with Clara. "Samuel, why are you silent? Please respond to my query. I want to know who kidnapped my children." She grew anxious to learn the identity of the kidnapper. "I'll tell you everything in detail, but first, Scarlet, please calm down." She would undoubtedly not believe me when I told her the truth, but I could no longer keep this a secret from her because of her restlessness. "Samuel, don't put too much pressure on her; she isn't ready to accept the reality." I was almost ready to spill the beans when I was interrupted by Harry's warning about Scarlet's pregnancy. "Which truth a
"Scarlett's point of view,""Where are my kids, mom?" He looked in our direction. "I left them in the passenger seat; check properly. They are going to be there." Jenny gave him an anxious response. "No, Mom, I searched all over for them and couldn't find them.""What? Samuel, what are you talking about? Where they can vanished from the locked car?" Anxiety caused Jenny's once-luminous face to turn blue. "Where are my kids, Samuel? Please find them; if they are lost, I will not be able to survive." I turned around to check on my children. "Scarlet, please don't cry. They are safe; we will find them." Samuel attempted to comfort me. I had missed them throughout my entire trip. I was looking forward to meeting them with great anticipation, but now I'm devastated. "Samuel, you take care of Scarlet; I will go find them nearby." Jenny left us to find Elan and Elena on her own. "I want my kids, Samuel.""Let's go home, Scarlet; we'll find them." After three hours of searching, we we
"Samuel's point of view,""The flight is about to land, Scarlet. Please wake up." To rouse her, I shook her hand. "Samuel, please give me a little more time to sleep." She shifted her face to the other side to get more sleep. She dozed off the whole way. I was bored while she was asleep. I sat here and watched this sleeping beauty. I felt horrible for my erroneous behavior as I thought back to our old memories. Why couldn't I see her innocence? But I'm glad I was able to fix my mistakes. Everything in our lives has been resolved now. Our journey together, which began with a forced marriage, is now undertaken with care and affection. I wanted to have a conversation with her, but she was sound asleep, oblivious to anything around her. She didn't seem to be interested in eating when I tried to rouse her up for breakfast. She is constantly a sleeping panda during her pregnancy. It's my fault that I kept her awake all night long-not her pregnancy, this time. She begged me last night t
"Scarlett's point of view,""I can feel their eyes on us, Samuel." He's busy flying his rocket within me, but I'm not loving it. "Who's watching us now?" He ceased his thrusting inside me and cast a bewildered glance at me."the starfish and other sea creatures." I gestured at the starfish, clinging to the glass ceiling. "You are so witty, Scarlet." Upon laying eyes on the starfish, a smile spread across his face. "What makes this so funny?" I showed him a disapproving look. Why did he chuckle at everything I said, I don't understand. "That starfish will not tell anyone about our romantic encounters, so don't be concerned and let me win your stamina challenge." He pushed inside me once more. "Aha! Please, Samuel, be gentle." His desire is what drives his reckless behavior. You questioned him, so now you have to deal with the consequences. My subconscious mocked me. What should I do now? Because of the incredible heat he generated with his touch, I now can not quench my raging