(Scott's POV) "Is this some kind of joke?!" I demanded, glaring at my dad, who was seated comfortably on my couch, as if he owns not just my life but my house as well. "Jenna is right, Scott. We've already fixed a date for your wedding. You both just have to get yourselves prepared for it," my dad said, and Jenna smiled. "What gives you the right to arrange my marriage for me?!" I yelled at him. I was trying my best to control my anger because, even though I resent him so much, he is still my dad. "I'm your father, Scott. So I have every right to arrange your wedding with anyone that would be beneficial to us," he said. "Beneficial to us?" I scoffed before continuing. "Don't include me in that because I'm not part of your family." "Your last name is Stiles, so how are you not part of our family?" he asked, standing up, his face showing just how angry he was. Back then, I’d have apologized immediately, but not anymore—not when I am no longer the man he could push around and
(Allison's POV) Days later, I met up with Naomi Holt, and she was so excited about the dress I designed for her. "I love it, Allison. You did a great job. Scott wasn't kidding when he said you're the best at what you do. He had so much confidence in you, and you nailed it. Thank you so much, Allison. To be honest, I wasn't expecting the outcome of my birthday dress to be so beautiful," Naomi said. Her excitement was clearly detectable in her voice, and I was so happy she loved the dress. I dedicated my time into making the dress, not because I wanted to be appreciated for it, but for Scott as well. He recommended me to Naomi, and I didn't want to disappoint him because, according to Naomi, he bragged about me being the best designer ever. "I'm glad you like it, Naomi," I said with a smile. "I don't just like it. I love it! You are the best," she said, giving me a high thumb-up, and I was so proud of myself. "Thanks, Naomi." She nodded her head, dipped her hand into her han
(Allison's POV) "You look so beautiful, Mummy," Liam complimented my dress. "You think so?" I asked with a smile. "I don’t just think so, Mummy; I know so. You may not be a celebrity, but those celebrities can’t come close to your beauty," Liam praised me again. I crouched down to his height, playfully ruffling his hair. "You're so good with words! Where did you learn that?" I asked, and he grinned. "Because you're beautiful, Mummy. I'm just speaking the truth." "Thanks for the compliment, son," I smiled at him. "Come and have your dinner, Liam," Aunt Hilda said, emerging from the kitchen as she set the table for Liam's meal. Liam rushed to the dining room and sat down in one of the chairs while I walked towards Aunt Hilda. "Aunt Hilda," I called, and she lifted her head from the table to look at me. "You haven't left yet? I thought you would be at the party by now," she said. "I was just receiving some compliments from my son," I replied, and Aunt Hilda chuckled
(Scott's POV) I arrived at Naomi's birthday party even before Allison did. I saw her get out of her car, looking so beautiful in the dress she was wearing. She wasn't the celebrant, but to me, she stole the show. Even when I entered the grand hall without her knowledge, I could see her eyes moving around as if she was looking for someone. I couldn't help but think she was looking for me. When Naomi invited me to her birthday party, I didn't want to attend—not because I felt I didn't belong, but because I don't fancy parties. However, when she told me my Allie was coming, I didn't hesitate to accept her invitation. I wanted to see her beautiful face, and I didn’t regret coming. While seated, I noticed her eyes drifting to the entrance of the hall with every passing second. She was definitely looking for me, and I was a hundred percent sure of that. I got up from where I was sitting and approached her with a rose. She had always been a lover of roses, and she would light up with joy
(Scott's POV) "You don't mind us dancing," I heard him say with a smile as I got closer to them. Allison nodded, returning the smile. The man stretched out his hand, and just as Allison was about to accept it, I held her hand, making her stand up. "She isn't going to dance with you," I said, my voice cold, just like the way I was glaring at him. "What are you doing?" Allison asked, trying to take her hand from me, but I held it tightly. "Scott Stiles," the man smiled at me. "I didn't know you come to parties like this." "Yes, I do. You should find someone else to dance with. She is with me," I said icingly, not caring if he was smiling at me. I'm always protective of the things I love, and Allison is at the top of that list. Before Allison could protest that she didn't come with me, I pulled her away from the man to a quiet area in the hall. "What was that for, Scott?" she asked. "I should be asking you that, Allie. Why would you agree to dance with him?" I asked, keepi
(Writer's POV)"Ahhhghhh!" Jenna screamed angrily, throwing a glass of wine against the wall. The glass shattered into tiny pieces. Lydia, her friend, who had heard the scream, rushed out of the room immediately."What's wrong, Jenna? Why are you screaming, and why did you throw a glass at the wall?" Lydia asked, noticing Jenna was still fuming."I'm so angry I feel like killing someone right now!" Jenna spat. The veins in her neck were visible, indicating her rage."Relax, girl. No one is dying, and you're not going to kill anyone. What’s making you so pissed off? You were in a good mood just a few minutes ago," Lydia said, trying to understand why her friend had suddenly turned from cheerful to a furious tigress ready to pounce."I was in a good mood because I thought Scott was going to come here.""Scott? The guy you went to London with but ended up cheating on?" Lydia asked."You don't have to remind me of that, Lydia!" Jenna glared at her."Fine. I'm sorry. I was just trying to c
(Allison's POV) Scott's eyes were on me as we drove toward his house. I would have said no when he asked me to drop him off, but I didn't know why I had agreed. Maybe I was just returning the favor for how he always walked me home when we were together. The way he had pulled me away from that celebrity replayed in my mind, and I sighed, unsure if it had come out loud. I didn't mean to lash out at Scott like that. He was never a controlling boyfriend; I said it in anger, wanting him to know I was no longer the lovesick girl trying to please him. We weren't together anymore, and he had no right to meddle in who I interacted with. I wanted him to understand that. "Stop looking at me, Scott. I'm not comfortable with how you're staring at me," I said, finally shifting my gaze from the road to him. "I can't help it, Allie. You've always been beautiful, but you look especially stunning tonight," he said, his eyes refusing to leave mine. I was tempted to blush at his words, but I held bac
(Scott's POV) While waiting for Allison to come out of the room, I prayed that the rain wouldn't stop anytime soon so I could spend some time with her. It felt selfish to always want her around, especially since I had taken those moments for granted before. I sat down in the wine cellar, slowly sipping a glass of wine, when Allison finally emerged from the room. She was already putting on my hoodie, which reminded me of the countless times she'd worn my clothes whenever she visited me. She was so funny back then. When she came to visit me at my condo before our breakup, she won't purposely bring her own clothes just so she could wear mine. "I love the way your clothes smell on me," she'd always say, jumping on me because she knew I would catch her. I missed those moments—when I could freely wrap my arms around her slender waist, scoop her up, and kiss her until we were both breathless. I missed the days I could claim her without her trying to stop me. But now, I couldn’t do any of
(Allison's POV) "Ouch," Scott whimpered as I treated the bruises on his face. "Don't be a crybaby," I said, purposely adding pressure as I tended to his wounds. "Ow! Allie! You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" he laughed. "No, I'm not. You're the one who should stop being a crybaby," I rolled my eyes playfully. "Really? Crybaby, huh?" he said, then tickled me. I laughed and found myself sitting on his lap. We both stared at each other, smiling. I was over the moon that I was finally back together with Scott. What I did was unjust, but he was able to forgive me. If he hadn’t intervened, Stefan would’ve raped me. It's still hard to believe he was capable of that, judging from how nice he had been to me. But that doesn’t matter anymore. What mattered now was that I was back with the man who could tame my heart—no matter how badly he had crushed it. Scott's hand went to my hair, and he caressed it gently. "I love you, Allie," he whispered, and I blushed. "You’ve
(Scott's POV) I had just finished a meeting with clients from Australia when Clara rushed into my office, informing me about Allison and telling me how she had been taking care of Stefan, who was pretending to be crippled. She gave me the address of the hotel where she was staying, and due to my connection with the owner of the hotel, I was given the room number of the suite he was in. Before I could get to the door, I heard Allison screaming from inside as she begged Stefan to let her go. Forcefully pushing the door open, I found Stefan on top of Allison, trying to rape her. I grabbed him and flung him away, not caring where he'd land. My eyes locked on Allison. She knew I was angry and filled with disappointment over what she had done, so she couldn't bear to look at me. "Scott!" Stefan spat my name, and my angry eyes fixed on him. "How dare you interrupt my moment with Allison!" he raged and rushed towards me. He managed to land a punch on my face, but I returned the
(Allison's POV) "That's an impressive design, Nica. Keep it up," I smiled at one of my employees. They were practicing new designs while I supervised them and corrected their mistakes. "You beaded the dress incorrectly, Jessica. You should start from the waist, not from the hem. Redo it if you want me to consider your design for sale." "I will, ma'am," she said, and I patted her shoulder with a smile. I was still focused on work when I received a text message from Stefan. He was asking when I'd come to see him, but I slipped my phone back into my trouser pocket and continued what I was doing. Ever since Stefan kissed me, I had barely interacted with him like I used to. I no longer got close to him. I’d just visit briefly and then leave. He had been undergoing therapy, but there had been no signs of improvement, no hope that he'd walk again. It felt exhausting, but I had started this journey with him, and I intended to finish it. I just prayed Scott wouldn't find out—es
(Writer's POV) Stefan caressed his lips with his hand as a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He stood up from the wheelchair and walked towards the table to pour himself some wine. He sipped and smiled again. He was over the moon that he could feel the warmth of Allison's lips on his. He had kissed her on purpose. "This is just the beginning, Scott. If pretending to be unable to walk for the time being is the only way to make Allison come see me every day, then I'd gladly do it. I wonder how you'd feel knowing she's lying to you and that I kissed those lips you thought were yours?" Stefan rhetorically asked, then smirked. He sipped his wine again and went back to the wheelchair to sit in it. "I won't stop until I have Allison for myself. I've waited for years just for her to say yes to me, and I won't allow you to steal her from me, Scott. She is mine," he snarled before sipping his drink again. **** A WEEK LATER Alex heaved a sigh as he stared at the skyscraper
(Allison's POV) "How can you do such a thing to my uncle, Allison? I know he hurt you in the past, but I thought you both were trying to fix your relationship," Clara asked with a hurtful voice. "It’s not what you think, Clara," I said, trying to hold her hand, but she jerked my hand away. "Not what I think? Then what am I supposed to think, Allison? My uncle loves you so much, so why are you going for a man in a wheelchair? If you no longer love my uncle, you should just tell me rather than cheating on him." "Can you stop it!" I yelled at her. She was jumping to conclusions without even allowing me to speak. Clara went silent, giving a disapproving look. "I followed you here just to give you your handbag, which you left in my care, but I wish I had just thrown it away rather than following you to discover you're cheating on my uncle!" She spat and dropped my handbag on the ground, walking away from me. "Clara!" I called, going after her and catching up. "You've got it
(Allison's POV) I woke up the following morning with a pounding headache. I had cried myself to sleep. I was extremely hurt by what Scott had said to me. I wished he hadn't told me, but then again, it was better hearing it from him than from Jenna. If Jenna had been the one to tell me, it would have felt like she had won. I wanted to hate Scott for what he did, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. Although he might have ended our relationship when he had sex with Jenna, why on earth did it have to be on the same day he shattered my heart? It hurt so much. I didn’t want to create memories of Scott’s night with Jenna, but the images kept forming in my head—how he had kissed her, how his hands had roamed over her, and worst of all, how he had given himself to her. Fuck! I shouldn’t be imagining these things because they would only hurt me more, but I couldn’t help myself. "Mummy!" Liam's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He was already dressed for school—a reminder that I hadn’
(Writer's POV) "Why the heck did you do that, Scott?!" Jenna shouted, shocked that Scott had punched his own father. "There’s no rule that says I can't punch my own father when he misbehaves," Scott said, burning with anger. Gwen and Jason rushed out of the house after hearing Jenna's voice. The moment Scott saw Jason, he charged at him and threw a punch. "What the heck is wrong with you?! Why did you hit my son?!" Gwen shouted, slapping Scott's chest. Hugo emerged from the pool, his clothes dripping with water. "Scott!!!" he bellowed. Scott turned to face him, his eyes burning with rage. "Have you lost your mind?! How dare you punch me?!" Hugo roared. "You’re the one who's lost his mind, Hugo!" Scott shot back, calling him by his name. "What gave you the right to approach Allison and threaten her?! Who the hell do you think you are?!" he shouted. "As if that wasn't enough, Jason dared to attack her. How dare you?!" He snarled and threw another punch at Jason, but th
(Writer's POV) "Good night, ma'am," Allison's new secretary said to her as she was about to enter her car. Allison had spent most of the day making new designs for sale, but if she were honest, she had spent the entire day working on those designs to avoid thinking too much about Hugo's threats. "You too, Lillian," she beamed at her secretary before getting into her car. She had brought her car to her clothing line, as her plan was to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things for Stefan. She hadn’t visited him as she promised because she was too preoccupied with Scott's dad’s threat. "Don’t dwell on it, Allison. He wouldn’t be able to hurt you. It’s just a threat," she exhaled deeply. Allison continued driving until she noticed a car behind her. She cleared the way for the car to pass, thinking she might be blocking its path, but the car drove past her and stopped in front of her at full speed. Allison screamed loudly as she slammed on the car brakes. If she hadn't been wea
(Writer's POV) Bonnie sighed for the umpteenth time as she called Peter, but he kept ghosting her calls. "What's going on?" she muttered to herself. She sent him a text message, but he neither viewed nor replied to it. "What's going on, Bonnie?" her mom asked as she entered her room. "You didn't touch your food. Why?" "I'm going to eat it later," Bonnie replied with a sigh. "You're going to eat later?" Her mom furrowed her eyebrows. "It's not like you to ditch my cooking, Bonnie. And come to think of it, you've been on your phone all day. Don't tell me you're trying to make up with Allison? I don't like you being friends with that woman!" "Mom, can you please just stop! I'm not trying to make up with Allison. I still hate her for what she said, if that's what you want to hear," Bonnie hissed and stood up from the bed. "Where are you going?" "I'm stepping out for a bit." "You can't do that, Bonnie. You haven't eaten all day," her mom complained. "Where I'm going is