"Samuel's point of view,"It's been a whole month since she moved out of my place. In this entire month, she has only made one phone call to me. She still wants $1 million from me. Even though I don't want to, her constant threats have forced me to transfer my money into her account. She will initiate a divorce proceeding if I do not provide her with money. She constantly threatened me.I want to be separate from her as well. She doesn't deserve my affection any longer, but I don't have 200 million alumni to give her. Every news channel broadcasts a report on our separation. Our divorce has received far more attention than our marriage did during its course. Although I don't care about journalists or other people, this news did a lot of damage to my reputation in the community. My business is already on the verge of failure. I hardly have enough money now to live a lavish lifestyle. However, I no longer give a damn about my lavish lifestyle. Elena and Elan brought me happiness. T
"Samuel's point of view,""Mr. Oscar, are you willing to offer your wife the 200 billion dollars she asks for as an alumna in exchange for a divorce?" "No, my Lord; I am already on the verge of bankruptcy. I don't have that much money." "I agree, my lord, that he may not be wealthy, but he does own real estate spread throughout several American cities. I won't seek $200 billion if he transfers all of his assets into my name." "Tell me, Samuel Oscar, if you're willing to give her the legal right to your properties." "No, it's not possible. Where would my family live if I transferred my property into her name? For my kids, I want some security money.""Okay, Samuel, if you don't comply with my demands, I won't divorce you, and I'll expect you to cover my monthly expenditures."Oh my God, she didn't leave even one path open for me. I don't want to give her what I have, but she did everything in her power to get my money and property. "Okay, great. I accept your terms and will transf
"Samuel's point of view,"Being poor is incredibly challenging. There is nothing worse than poverty. People are forced to do things they do not wish to do to meet their daily necessities. We must act unethically and morally wrong to satisfy our needs. I now fully comprehend that Scarlet was always right. I can fully see why she consented to sell her body to a total stranger. I've only been here a month, and I'm already close to passing out from hunger. I had assumed that the money would last for two months, but it has just been a month, and there is no longer any money in my account. I'm required to pay for my baby's daily care as well as my apartment's rent and electricity costs. Where can I earn money now? Since I no longer control the fate of my former business, I must look for other employment. I inquired about work openings in their company with many of my acquaintances, but they all flatly refused. They didn't want me working for their companies since I was a failure. The m
"Samuel's point of view,"It's really strange for me to serve customers in a tiny cafe. I've always given people commands, so when I now have to take orders from them, it makes me a little uneasy. Many of my customers are very rude to me, but some are wonderful and leave me tips as well. Now I understand how she felt when I ordered her to do all the housework. Every day, I get up early, clean the house, cook breakfast for the kids, and then send them to my neighbors. I arrived at work at precisely 6 a.m. I started working as an assistant in a library after an 8-hour shift in a cafe. They offered to give me $100 every month. I got home after eight o'clock and cooked dinner for my family. It's nice that Mr. Denis taught me some basic cooking skills. My children no longer complain about the food I prepare. I was job-hunting online late at night. I am aware that they won't provide me with a good job in this city, but if I move to another place, I will undoubtedly find an appealing profe
"Samuel's point of view,"There have already been 165 applications for this post. Now, how will I get selected? I am completely unaware of the level of rivalry in this industry. Why would they pick me when there are so many skilled and experienced candidates seated here? I'm not sure why I've lost all of my self-confidence. I peered into the hallway where the interview applicants were all seated. I'm the last person scheduled for the interview. What if someone is chosen before me? Then, where will I go? I am in severe need of this job. I've never been that anxious before. What they'll ask me is a mystery to me. I was always the one who took the interviews of others, but again, my unfortunate fate led me to face the interview. After completing a brief questionnaire that was provided by a lady, they then requested 70 candidates for leave. This is an entirely different strategy for selecting candidates. I have never encountered an interview technique like this before. They didn't t
"Samuel's point of view,"Is this Scarlet? No, I don't believe that; she is undoubtedly someone else. I noticed her face once more. I was astounded to see the stunning woman seated in front of me. She still had no makeup on, but her confident expression attracted my attention. Her antelope-like eyes Her perfection is encapsulated by her high ponytail, long eyelashes, and pink lips. She looks stunning in her business attire. "Mr. Oscar, you only have one minute left." She reminded me of time's passing by glancing at her wristwatch. She put me in challenging circumstances. She added chili spice to the coffee before asking me to sell it to anyone in the room in exchange for $100. She placed my appointment letter in front of my left hand and a coffee mug with red chili powder mixed in it in front of my right hand. At all costs, I must get this position. This job is crucial to the future of my infant. I'll surely join this job now that I know Scarlet is here. My children need her aff
"Samuel's point of view,""Mr. Oscar, is this the time to come into the office? We've been sitting around waiting to get started on our meeting for the last 20 minutes because of you." "I'm sorry, Sca. — I mean, I'm very sorry, Amber." I nervously rubbed my back. It still aimed directly her piercing gaze at me. I looked for a seat so that the meeting could begin, but there was none available except the left chair near her. I don't want to be seated next to her. "Please don't try my passion for you, Mr. Oscar. You have already squandered my 20 valuable minutes, and as a result, I am not in the mood to waste another second of my day." Her icy voice penetrated my ear once more. "Ok, I am sorry, Miss Neve. I mean, I am sorry, Miss Amber." I quickly took a seat in her nearby side chair. "So tell me what the amber industry's next target is." She instructed the man to turn on the projector, who was waiting for her permission while standing next to the screen. "Miss Amber, we already c
"Samuel's point of view,"'Mr. Oscar, great job. You delivered an effective presentation." She praised my work. "Thank you, Miss Amber." I grinned to cover my blush. "Give me your presentation's final report so I can read it and have a discussion with my other marketing directors from different cities." Oh no, how will I give her the file now? Now, all of my efforts have been for nothing. I'd already given up on seeing that soggy file. But something in me compelled me to resist giving up so quickly. I then put all of my data on a pen drive and hid that file. Surely there is no problem we can't control, right? So, I managed to conceal my worry and give the presentation with full confidence. "Mr. Oscar, are you even paying attention to me?" She waved her hand in front of my face. After hearing her, my train of thought suddenly crashed. "Yes, I'm sorry, madam. I have the hard copy, but I can't remember where I put it.""What? How can you be so careless?" She shouted at me. Oh no
"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