"Scarlett's point of view,"What happened to me? Why is my body hurting so badly today? I don't believe the alcohol I drank last night caused my physical discomfort. I woke up feeling depleted like my stamina had been stolen. Apart from that one night spent with that demon, I've never woken up feeling so low on energy. No, no, this is not possible. There is nothing similar to what happened between us that night. I shook my head to get rid of the thought that was bothering me. He can not touch me without my consent. I tilted my head to look at Samuel, who was asleep on the other side of the bed. But if he didn't do anything as you believe, then why do you experience pain in your body that you only felt that night? My subconscious was challenging me. Although I'm not sure what's causing my physical discomfort, I do know that he will never touch us without my consent. Perhaps it's the effects of booze. It would help me feel better if I took a bath. I got out of bed and went to the
"Samuel's point of view,""I can't do this." She turned to face me and refused to accept responsibility for her conduct the night before. "I'm not a gorilla that rubs his own back, Scarlet.""What do you mean?" It's clear she's attempting to act like nothing happened last night, but her flushed face tells me otherwise. "Don't try to trick me; I'm sure you recall every detail of yesterday night." "Shut up; there's nothing important about last night that I need to remember."Why is she acting so aloof? Her obstinacy was the cause of everything that transpired between us last night. But why is she trying to prove to me that I coerced her into spending the night with me? "Can I get ready for my photo shoot now that your whining season is over?" She shot me a furious glare. "Did you just assert that I am complaining?" I gave her a confused glance. "Yes, of course, you are complaining about last night, as if you were a virginal adolescent, and I had robbed you." It seems like she is
"Scarlett's point of view,""My dear wife, thank you." I received his text message and smiled like a maniac. I don't know what was wrong with me last night or why I can't be angry with him when I have to show my anger to him. It's because you already know that you are responsible for your last-night romance with him. I got an answer from my subconscious. Oh god, why did I drink last night? I won't have to deal with this awkward situation if I don't get drunk. All of this occurred because of Mr. Rayon: If he had not insisted that I try the alcohol, I would not have acted out last night. Oh really? You were the one who requested a drink, so don't hold him responsible for your actions; he was merely sitting next to you to make you feel more at ease. You must now accept responsibility for your error, as you made a mistake. I can not place blame on anyone else because of my subconscious. Yes, I am entirely to blame, but what should I do now? That devil will not allow me to live in pe
"Samuel's point of view,""Meet me at 9 p.m. in the Cafe Dragon." The message on my phone caught me off guard. She wants to meet me, but why? I can't say no to her, but I don't want to even see her face after everything she did to me. Even though I don't want to, I have to meet her since I know what she is capable of. But she requested a private meeting, so if I go see her, who will take care of my kids? Maybe until that time, Scarlet will return so I can easily go meet her. But how will I answer her if she asks where I'm going at this late hour? Come on, because she never told me where she was, why would I even care to respond to her? The bandages she sends show how much she cares. My subconscious rationalized not to express my rage toward her. But she would have misunderstood me if I had told her that I was going to meet Clara. She drank last night just because she misinterpreted me, and I don't want to upset her. I have to tell her a lie. I checked the time to see when she wou
"Scarlett's point of view,""Amber, he is your ex-husband, right? But what is he doing here with your rival? Please don't tell me that they're dating." Mr. Rayon asked me to follow his gaze. I shifted my gaze to the table on the opposite side of the cafe. He's sitting here with his first love, huh? He's not alone, though; he brought my kids along as well. How dare he? How can he bring my children along on his dinner date with his "true love"? Has he forgotten what Clara did to my children in her vanity van? I want to go up to him and ruin his dinner date right away, but I restrain myself because I don't want to make a scene in front of Mr.Rayon and because I'm here to celebrate his birthday. "Excuse me, Mr. Rayon, I need to go to the washroom." I rose from my seat and proceeded to the restroom. I dialed Samuel, but he didn't answer. I know why he is not picking up my call now because he is so busy with his lover. I'm so furious right now. He promptly replied that he was waiting
"Samuel's point of view,""Price for what?" I gave her a puzzled look. "Stop pretending not to know why I'm giving you a blank check." She gives a sensual bite to her lip. "No, I'm not sure what you're asking of me right now." Although I found it difficult to suppress a grin, anyhow I was able to keep up my perplexed expression. 'Samuel Oscar, I will pay you whatever you wish to spend the night with me." "What?" So she wants me to be the escort. She's completely insane. "How much are you willing to spend for me, Scarlet?" I cocked my head and stared intently at the blank check. "Tell me how much you want." She made an effort to keep her expression neutral, but her body language told me otherwise. "Ultimately, it is up to you whether you want a full-night service or just an hourly rate." She made me laugh with her offer. She acts pretty funny at times. Even though I'm yearning to touch her, I don't get why she wants to pay me to romance her. Why is she offering me money when
"Scarlett's point of view,""Now I'm going to deduct your fee for being late. You asked me to wait 5 minutes, but you arrived 30 minutes later."My desperation only makes things more difficult. However, I find it difficult to express my annoyance when he opens the bathroom door. "Sorry, madam, for keeping you waiting, but I was looking for the perfect scotch to give to you." He pulled out a bottle of Scotch and displayed it to me. "Why did you bring that with you? That wasn't necessary." I gave him a confused stare. Why is he attempting to form a love relationship with me when it is only based on lust? I have no feelings for him; my body just wants to touch him. "I like your wild side, Scarlet, but I can only see it when you are intoxicated." He poured me a glass of scotch and handed it to me. "Have you forgotten, Samuel, that you are my escort and must do what I instruct? I pay you to make me happy, not to give you what you desire."I don't know what's causing my recent moo
"Samuel's point of view,""Please stop, Samuel." She groaned once again with delight and balled my hair in her fist. "This is only the beginning, baby." With a triumphant grin on my face, I unhooked her bra. Her body trembles from the icy drips of water. She gave me a close hug so she could feel the heat from my body. "Accept your loss, Scarlet—you are not going to win this wailing game against me." I stroked her back, warming her body. "No way; I'm not going to give up so simply. Why are you telling me to give up in front of you when we are now one-to-one?" She is obstinate. Even though I know how much she wants me, she still wants to succeed in this pointless quest. "Okay, ma'am, you may do whatever it takes to make me groan." I spoke softly into her ear. Oh my god, she is so difficult to convince! I had no idea she could be dangerous in the bedroom. She put her lips on my nipples. She seemed to know all about my most sensitive areas. I made an effort not to sigh, but as her
"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