Scarlet was practically bouncing around her room, moving with a cheerful lightness as the wedding date crept closer. Just the thought of all the high-profile guests that would be attending had her buzzing with excitement.She could already picture the headlines - "Doctor Scarlet, Daughter of Governor Wovers, Marries Lincoln Blake of the Prestigious Blake Family Fortune."Her heart swelled with joy at the thought of the prestige and status their union would bring."Babe! Hurry up, I've got a ton of work to do today!" Lincoln's urgent voice shattered her reverie."Just a sec!" she called back, hastily doing one final sweep of the room to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything before hurrying out."Okay, I'm ready, let's go!" she announced breathlessly.Lincoln clicked his tongue in irritation at her delay but didn't comment further as he headed for the door.Scarlet was still brimming with anticipation. She gave her mom a quick peck on the cheek before scurrying after Lincoln.As soon
Scarlet froze. Horror and disbelief rendered her momentarily immobile as she took in the man's easy, mischievous smile and the dark promise lurking in his eyes.“Lincoln—”Her voice was strangled into silence as a rough hand clamped over her mouth.The scream died in her throat, leaving only muffled whimpers and panicked breaths.Scarlet’s hands flew up, pushing against his shoulder with every bit of strength she had, but it was like shoving a brick wall. Her arms trembled, powerless against his iron grip.“What a delightful surprise to have you here, princess,” Dane’s voice dripped with a twisted sort of charm.“Let me go, you sicko!” Scarlet tried to yell, but her voice came out as little more than a gasp. His hand held her so firmly that even breathing was a struggle, yet somehow he seemed to have calculated it perfectly, allowing her just enough air to keep the fight alive within her.She glanced around wildly, searching for any escape—prompting his fingers to dig deeper, stilling
Dane emerged from his suite the next morning, looking every bit the picture of refined elegance in his trademark dark suit. Not a single hair was out of place in his meticulously styled coif as he made his way to the dining room where his mother awaited.Mrs. Creighton looked up from her plate as her son entered, taking in his pristine appearance with a small, sad smile. No matter how grown and hardened he became, she could still see the sweet little boy he once was.Her heart ached for those long-lost days of innocence and joy.They ate their breakfast in tense silence after sharing their usual morning pleasantries.Dane refused to meet his mother's searching gaze, focusing intently on his meal instead.He could feel her eyes boring into him, pleading for him to open up and let her in like he used to as a child. But those days were gone. His life's purpose had become an all-consuming obsession that left no room for the gentle affections of family. Not anymore.As Dane finished the la
Scarlet finally left the hospital after completing her mandatory training hours. Though relief washed over her at being done, her mind dwelled on the multitude of worries weighing her down.Firstly, there was the ongoing rift between Lincoln and his father over the failed business deal at their firm. The two stubborn men remained at an impasse, unable to see eye-to-eye.Then Michael's company had fallen on hard times. A sharp decline in stock value had caused investors to pull out in droves, leaving Michael's finances teetering on the edge of ruin."I don't know how much more stress poor Michael can take," Scarlet muttered under her breath as she merged on a gridlocked highway.As if her loved ones' troubles weren't enough, pesky rumors had started circulating about her at the hospital.Though she didn't know what sparked the gossip, it caused most of her colleagues to give her a wide berth lately, averting their eyes whenever she passed by.Scarlet felt a lump form in her throat as s
Dane strode into the room with his footsteps heavy on the floor.The bedroom was oddly out of place in the middle of what should have been a dingy warehouse. It was meticulously prepared just for Scarlet's arrival the previous day.A detail that would definitely raise some eyebrows if anyone was aware.He paused as he approached the well-laid bed where she still slept soundly, peaceful and oblivious to her surroundings.Dane simply observed her for a long moment, taking in the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath. But then a soft sigh escaped her lips shortly before her eyelids fluttered. She was waking up.Scarlet's eyes cracked open slowly, struggling to adjust to the unfamiliar light.She blinked groggily as she took in the strange bedroom.Her gaze eventually landed on the figure standing by the window."Where am I?" she croaked out in a voice heavy and strained. "What happened?"Dane heard the words but didn't react. He simply sneered inwardly as he glanced sideways
Dane got up from her after he had his fill, panting hard from the vigorous exercise.He donned his clothes while looking at her with a cruel gaze, his shirt left unbuttoned. Scarlet's eyes were fixed on the ceiling, blinking occasionally to show she was still conscious.She raised her trembling hand and pulled the thin sheet up to the top of her chest in a desperate attempt to hide her vulnerable body from his scorching eyes even though she knew the mass of her luscious hair splayed across the pillow already accomplished most of the hiding for her. Dane shifted his gaze from her exposed form to her face visible only from one side, and noticed a single tear quietly flowing down her delicate, flushed cheek.The sight stirred something deep within him, a flicker of empathy that warred with his selfish urges.“Why am I feeling this way, damn it?” He cursed under his breath, pondering what extraordinary qualities set this girl apart from all the others he had fucked.Her rare beauty, ye
Scarlet's eyelids slowly parted a while later to the harsh light filtering through the curtains and casting the world in a luminious hue.She blinked groggily, struggling to get her bearings."Are you alright, miss?" An unfamiliar voice spoke up.Scarlet gave a faint nod, resting her throbbing head back against the plush bed.She felt utterly drained, physically and emotionally spent. Her mind was a roiling storm of painful memories from the unfaithful events.The horrific things that had happened came crashing back in vivid flashes, and she couldn't stop the hot tears from welling up and spilling down her cheeks.The last clear recollection she had was of struggling wildly against the women who had seized her, screaming and sobbing uncontrollably as they wrestled her into submission.She remembered her car, still parked haphazardly by the roadside where they'd snatched her up.Mustering what little strength she had, Scarlet hauled herself to her feet and shuffled over to the mirror w
Dane exited the warehouse after finalizing the details of a new plan, one that would require immense precision and careful execution with Chris.He made his way to his car and slid behind the wheel. The engine roared to life and he sped off to his penthouse for a night with the new virgin he had booked. In the hopes of finding some semblance of respite from the lingering memories that plagued him.Try as he might, Dane could not shake the haunting recollection of Scarlet’s sobs, the anguished cries that seemed to reverberate endlessly within the confines of his mind. Her captivating beauty… the delicate features that had enraptured him…. Her voice hummed in his ears like a symphony, more enchanting than the grandest compositions of Mozart.Dane gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he struggled with the intense emotions that threatened to consume him.How could it be the woman he hated with every fiber of his being… one he had violently claimed her virginit
Both mother and daughter clung to each other, their sobs filling the room.Scarlet felt like her chest might burst from the intensity of it all. For the first time in what felt like forever, she let herself sink into her mother’s embrace, into the warmth she thought she’d lost forever.Her face pressed into her mother’s shoulder, and she breathed in that familiar scent—soft and floral, the smell of home, of safety, of unconditional love. It was the same perfume her mom had always worn, and the familiarity of it made her cry harder.Mrs. Wovers eventually pulled back just far enough to take in Scarlet’s face.Her hands cupped Scarlet’s cheeks, trembling as though she couldn’t believe this was real. Then, she began pressing frantic kisses all over her daughter’s face—her forehead, her cheeks, her closed eyes, the tip of her nose. She even gave a quick peck on Scarlet’s lips, just like she usually did when Scarlet was a little girl.“My baby,” she whispered between kisses. “My sweet, bea
Scarlet’s stomach churned the moment Michael mentioned their father had moved back into the mansion.It wasn’t fear. No, she’d burned through her fear of that man long ago. What churned inside her now was pure, undiluted hatred.Not a single part of her cared about his wellbeing. Not his health, not his life—nothing. The mere thought of him being in the same space as her made her jaw tighten.Her hands curled into fists on her lap. “I swear to God, if he tries to touch me…” Her voice was low, venomous, muttered like a warning to herself.She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t need to. The thought alone was enough to make her blood boil. She’d rather disappear into thin air than let him so much as glance at her again. After all, he was the one who had destroyed her life.The car slowed as it passed through the mansion’s towering gates. Scarlet glanced out the window, her eyes scanning the familiar grounds. The sprawling gardens, the stone pathways, the grand house… it all looked th
Michael leaned forward to kiss her forehead before pulling her into another hug. "Lincoln is struggling without you. He's been seeing a psychiatrist due to his parents persistent and concern for health."The hair on Scarlet's head stood on end as she looked at his face for confirmation.He nodded solemnly. "You don't know how much he's suffered since you left. His condition is deteriorating. The doctors have warned his parents he might even... hurt himself."Lincoln!Scarlet gasped.The fear of facing him had driven her to her extreme actions, and now it was what kept her tied to her lie.But learning of his despair, she realized the extent of her selfishness. Even though she loved him truly, she feared him too.There would be no one else besides Lincoln in her life. The will to return for him, her mother, and her brother was what kept her going all these months.As for the devil responsible for shattering her dreams, she would do whatever it took to get rid of him from her life.Tear
Scarlet felt the weight of immense shame pressing down on her.She averted her gaze from her brother's intense stare, unable to meet the internal fire that burned relentlessly in his eyes.Tears flowed freely down her cheeks in a torrent unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.She drew in a shuddering breath, steeling herself to finally confide in him about the depths of agony she'd endured during her time living alone in a constant state of distress and fear."The fact that I became his...his whore, it shattered me, Michael," she confessed in a broken whisper. "I never should have been tainted by that indelible stain, that filth. You can't possibly understand the weight of shame and disgust that oppressed me, that shook me to my very core."Her voice took on a haunted edge as she pressed onward. "I lived in constant terror that Lincoln would somehow find out, would start to question my purity. And that's a doubt any man in his position would be justified in having, isn't it?"
Scarlet's face contorted in agony as she tried to locate the source of the throbbing ache pounding through her skull. Her eyelids fluttered open gradually, squinting against the harsh light assaulting her senses."Scarlet."She turned her head slowly at the sound of her old name spoken in a deep, achingly familiar voice - one she'd feared she might never hear again. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she drank in the sight of Michael hovering over her bedside, his expression a mix of raw hope and guarded restraint.Seeing him there, alive and whole, felt beyond her wildest dreams. But the new persona she'd crafted for herself, this "Hanna" she'd become, was utterly unprepared for the onslaught of emotions his presence stirred up. Lying to him seemed like a terrible thing to do...but maybe it was for the best, at least for now."Who...who are you?" she rasped out, her voice little more than a tremulous whisper as she fought to keep it steady.The look of stunned disbelief that
Dane remained atop the mall building, his sharp gaze fixed on the suspicious events unfolding below. As is customary, Chris stood slightly behind him to his right while a couple of hulking bodyguards stood some distance away from them."Isn't that...?" Dane trailed off with a slight frown creasing his.Chris nodded. "Yes, sir."Dane hummed thoughtfully. "I'm curious about the identity of this female he happened to run into, and then abruptly left with such urgency."Chris gave another solemn nod, his gaze lowered deferentially. "Got it, sir."After a few more tense moments watching the drama play out, Dane turned on his heel and strode away, his entourage falling into step behind him.He climbed into the backseat of his Bentley while Chris took the front passenger seat, and they peeled away from the mall.As the city scenery flashed by outside the tinted windows, Dane couldn't shake the unsettling feeling of nostalgia the glimpse of that girl with the short black hair had stirred with
Hanna jerked violently in Jean's arms at the sound of the familiar booming voice, her body going rigid with terror.If Jean hadn't been holding her so tightly, she would've crumpled bonelessly to the floor. As it was, he collapsed back with her dead weight still clutched firmly against his shoulder, struggling to keep them both upright."No, no, no, don't let him take me," Hanna rasped out desperately, her voice little more than a ragged whisper of panic.Her eyes were wide and wild, darting around like a cornered animal searching for an escape route."Calm down, Hanna. Nobody is going to take you away, I promise," Jean murmured, trying to soothe her with a gentle tone even as his own heart hammered with anxious confusion.He glanced around and noticed his mother and sister standing just a few feet away, completely oblivious to the drama unfolding right under their noses.His chin quivered with the effort of holding the trembling girl against him, but in the end, he couldn't stop the
~END OF FLASHBACK~The family of three plus Hanna made themselves comfy in Jean's modest sedan, then hit the road towards the big city. Jean had some chill tunes playing, setting a relaxed vibe in the car while Hanna gazed out the windows, watching the fields and countryside roll by. It had been a while since she'd seen streetlights.Unaware that for some, daily concerns were more about having their basic needs met and feeling secure in their homes rather than money or hatred, Hanna pondered the simple, kindhearted love this family seemed to share.She snuck a sideways glance at Flora, whose face was alight with awe and wonder at the bustling cityscape coming into view. In that moment, Hanna was struck by the wide-eyed innocence of a child raised amidst the fields.Mrs. Kemron had tagged along too, and she seemed just as gobsmacked by the city's modern visuals - the towering skyscrapers with their massive ad screens, the brightly lit buildings. Even though they'd seen it all before, t
Flora was not pleased by the overly chipper tone the girl used. "I pray I live long enough to see you smile for once," she pouted, jutting out her lower lip. "Now up. We're all going out and about after breakfast. You, me, and Jean."Hanna sat up with a start, the sheets pooling around her waist. "Go to the city with you guys? Why?""Jean needs some machines for his business and decided to bring us along," Flora explained, rolling her eyes. "So come with us and have fun, forget about the past for once...even if you can't actually remember it."Hanna reluctantly swung her legs over the side of the bed, nervously rubbing the back of her neck. "I appreciate you know I can't recall my past," she began, pulling out a simple summer dress from her wooden closet and turning back to Flora. "But you guys go ahead and have fun. I don't really want to go into town."A long, dramatic groan escaped Flora's lips. "But Jean wants to take us! He's doing this for you, Hanna. He wants you to be happy!"