"Scarlett's point of view,"I had to tell him about his zip failure because maybe he still wasn't aware of it. When people see his exposed zip, they will undoubtedly make fun of him. No, I'm thinking too much about him. Clara surely informs him about his pants zip. But he's not as terrible as I first assumed. He kept a secret from my mom. Are you praising him? My subconscious questions me. He abandoned you on this lonesome road in this scorching heat to have lunch with his mistress, and you're still pondering that demon. My subconscious anger is genuine. He erred greatly by leaving me here alone. I don't have a phone to book a taxi. When Clara called and suggested they go out to lunch, I became very enraged. I am aware that neither I nor he is taking our marriage seriously. But every time he speaks to Clara, I continue to feel enraged. He intentionally turns on the speaker on his phone so I can hear their ecstatic conversation. No, he was driving his car. That's why he started
"Samuel's point of view,""Samuel, why do you seem so irate? Is this resentment over last night?" Clara had already placed our meal order when I got to the table. I no longer have any appetite. My only goal is to discipline my middle-class contracted wife. She should have told me that my zip was broken. This time, I'll teach her an excellent lesson so she won't dare make the same mistake again. Maybe I am thinking about her too much. Is it possible that she didn't notice the zip failure? My subconscious began to speak up for her. No, that's not possible; she was aware of my zip failure; otherwise, why was she not looking at me the entire journey? Ok, maybe you're right, but she informed you about your zip failure, and what you did to her, despite saying thanks to her, was taunting her and accusing her of seeing your dick. My subconscious is not understanding my point. I don't know why she didn't inform me about this, but all I know is that she insulted me, and I will punish her.
"Scarlett's point of view,""Miss Neve, get up." "Harry, please don't wake me up. Let me sleep peacefully." I turned my body in another direction to ignore his voice. "Miss Never, put an end to your drama and open your eyes right now." Harry's loud voice annoys me once more. "Don't be so rude like my devil husband; he never lets me sleep in peace; he always disturbs my sleep whenever I try to sleep. At least allow me to sleep in this peaceful environment." This time, I hid my face under a pillow to avoid hearing his voice any longer. "That's enough for today; now wake up." He took my pillow away. "I was asked to stay at your house till the storm passed, and now you won't even let me sleep peacefully. How dare you, Harry?" I shouted at him without looking up. "I believe you got enough sleep today, my dear wife. It's time to come out of your dream and confront the harsh reality.""Samuel, the demon, What are you doing here?" I look up and am astonished to see him standing in fr
"Samuel's point of view,""Exactly. What are you doing? I don't want to stay with you; let me go outside." She struggled to break free of my grip. To make her stay in bed with me, I grasped her tiny waist and propped my legs up on hers. We should stay at Harry's house because the storm has not subsided. Fortunately, my car's engine failed close to his house. When the engine of my car wouldn't start, I was furious, but then I immediately recalled that Harry lived nearby. He told me that Scarlet was sleeping in his bedroom when I got to his place. I become so enraged after listening to him, after all, what she is doing in his bedroom. She is at his house peacefully sleeping while I am stumbling around like a moron on the streets looking for her in this awful weather. No one can protect her from my rage today. "Mr. Oscar, I beg you to allow her to sleep. She has only taken her medication and fallen asleep at my insistence." Harry makes an effort to halt me by spreading his arms in
"Scarlett's point of view,"I regret what I did. He will undoubtedly punish me for slapping him. What else can I do, though? He leaves me with no other option. How can he force a kiss on me? I am not his wife; rather, we have a legal contract. He can not touch me without my permission. I saved my first kiss to my charming prince. Unfortunately, he didn't just steal my first kiss; he bit my lips as well. It was horrible luck that, after a one-night stand, I got pregnant with his child. Many people who want children and routinely try to conceive do not succeed, but I became pregnant immediately after that horrible night. Why me? Why did we cross paths? I don't know why this demon got me entangled with him since I don't want to be with him for even a second. Why Clara was never pregnant with his child. It's not like they never had a romantic connection. Naturally, they have. It's safe to assume that they were engaged if she spent the entire day sitting on his lap. He may not have bee
"Samuel's point of view,"Now She will get a salutary lesson. She'll realize she was wrong to smack me and apologize after being drenched in the rain for a while. She slapped me, and it still hurts in my cheek. As far as I can recall, I've never been slapped. How could that affluent woman strike me? She can not belittle me in this way. I accept that she is forced to give birth to my child, but that does not give her the right to treat me. However, she pleases to establish her superiority. She frequently locks herself; therefore, today, she will learn the repercussions of doing so in a new environment. "Mr. Oscar, what happened? Is everything okay?" As soon as Harry entered, he began to look around. I am aware of what his eyes are looking for. However, I have already draped the glass door with curtains to prevent him from seeing her. "Where is Scarlet?" I want to punch his face. How dare he ask about my wife? "She is dozing off in another room." I made an effort to hide my ange
"Scarlett's point of view,""Are you all right, madam?" I opened my eyes to find Samantha in front of me. "Where am I?" I turned to look around and realized I was in my bedroom. "Please do not overstress yourself; your body has not yet fully recovered." I remembered fainting after spending a lot of time in the rain while I was stuck on the balcony. "Samantha, who took me here?" "What kind of question is this, madam? Of course, he brought you here." She handed me some medicine and a glass of water. "Do you mean Samuel brought me here?" Incredulous, I glanced at her. How is this even possible? He ignored my request for help when I struck on the balcony door and pleaded with him for help. "Where is he now? May I speak with him?" I'm curious as to what happened there exactly. "No, ma'am, he has left for the office.""ok," I pouted and made an effort to get out of bed. "This is for you, madam." Samantha presented a box to me. "Who handed you this, and what's in it?" "Your husban
"Samuel's point of view,"When I got back home, it was almost midnight. Undoubtedly, Scarlet is quietly dozing in her bedroom. I lied to Samantha even though I had no pressing meetings since I knew that if I had come home earlier, Scarlet would have had a ton of questions for me. I'm avoiding her because I don't want to confront her. She tried calling me more than twenty times, but I never picked up. I'm feeling guilty about her current predicament. The doctor warned me that if she stays in the rainwater for much longer, she may develop pneumonia, which could have serious consequences for the health of my unborn twins. How can I be so blinded by my rage? Even though I detest her, she is carrying my child. My anger for her cannot cause me to lose everything. To gain what I want from this child, I have already made a lot of sacrifices. I can't take any chances anymore. I don't accept what she says, but what if Clara is truly insecure about my children? I'm sure she loves me, but sh
"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