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Scarlet was busy examining an elderly patient, carefully going through the routine checks before recommending that he be discharged from the hospital.There was a courteous knock on the door as she was taking notes in his file."Come in," she called out without looking up from her writing.The door opened and one of the floor nurses bustled in, her shoes clicking briskly against the floor. "Dr. Wovers, there's a patient who just arrived in one of the emergency bays. He's been quite...difficult, and the supervisor has requested your presence urgently."Scarlet's brow furrowed slightly at that, but she gave a curt nod of acknowledgment. "Very well. Let me finish up here and I'll head over directly."She returned her attention to the man sitting upright in the hospital bed and smiled a kind, comforting smile. "Well, Mr. Jennings, it seems everything is in order. Your test results have come back clear, and I don't see any reason why you can't be discharged this afternoon, provided you take
Scarlet made to step back to retrieve the necessary medical supplies; however, Dane's large hand shot out with lightning quickness, catching her by the arm and halting her right by the side of the bed."It hurts real bad, Doc," he practically purred. "You're going to have to take real good care of me now."Scarlet couldn't quite stifle the heavy sigh that escaped her at his words and the way his grip tightened ever so slightly on her arm before loosening again.She pulled herself free, went to the supply tray, and took out some antiseptic solution and a sterile gauze pad.As she carefully cleaned and dressed the wound on his arm, Scarlet was mildly surprised by how still and calm Dane remained throughout the process.Most male patients would be whimpering or cursing up a storm at the sting of the antiseptic, but he didn't so much as flinch.He simply watched her face intently the entire time.Once she'd finished bandaging him up properly, Scarlet stepped back and crossed her arms over
Scarlet’s hand stretched toward the doorknob and her fingers barely grazed the cool metal when a large hand slammed against the door.Her heart jumped to her throat.She frantically twisted the handle and pulled with all her might but the door wouldn't move an inch.Scarlet slowly turned around in defeat, dreading what she’d see.Her 5'4" frame felt impossibly small as she faced Dane, who towered over her with his broad shoulders blocking any escape route.The fluorescent hospital lights cast shadows across his face, making his expression even more menacing."Going somewhere, doctor?" Dane’s voice was soft yet held an edge that made her skin crawl.He shifted his weight, placing his supposedly injured arm against the door and leaned down to her eye level.The arrogant smirk she'd grown to hate played on his lips, but there was something darker in it now."Mr. Creighton, I need you to step back. This is completely inappropriate for a doctor-patient relationship." Scarlet tried to keep h
Scarlet was a crumpled heap on the floor, racked with uncontrollable sobs that shook her entire frame. Her face was buried in her hands, but it did nothing to muffle the heart-wrenching sounds of her anguish.Dane hadn't approached her out of the blue - no, he had an agenda. And Scarlet was painfully aware of that. But who could she turn to for help? Lincoln would surely lose his mind if he found out.He would turn her world upside down in his rage. At the end, she'd be exposed, lose her job and her reputation irreparably tarnished.Then there was Michael to consider. His brand of "assistance" would no doubt involve firearms and outright bloodshed, consequences she couldn't begin to fathom.Scarlet shuddered at the thought, cradling her arms around her midsection. No, she couldn't risk either of them finding out, not when her attacker was clearly a dangerous and unhinged man who didn't scare easily.A fresh wave of sobs tore from her throat as the realization crashed over her.She was
Lincoln was in no better condition than Scarlet, his own body thrummed with an intoxicating blend of desire and concern as she practically devoured him with her desperate kisses.He grinned when she eventually pulled away, panting hard against his kiss-swollen lips."Not that I'm complaining, but...damn, baby," Lincoln rasped, resting his forehead against hers as they both struggled to catch their breath. "Where did that come from all of a sudden? I mean, not that I've ever known you to be shy, but..."Scarlet swallowed thickly. She averted her gaze, fighting to regain her composure.She knew she needed to come up with some plausible excuse for her erratic behavior, something that wouldn't raise too many red flags with Lincoln.The last thing she wanted was for him to start prying into the truth behind her current state."I...the attending doctor I was working under today, he...he reprimanded me pretty harshly in front of the entire staff," Scarlet mumbled at last, hating how weak and
~Meanwhile~Dane’s fleets of convoys finally pulled up to one of his nondescript warehouses.He sat back against the deep red leather seat, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw as he eyed the well-guarded building.He couldn't afford to delay this particular victory any longer - not if he wanted to keep his tenuous grip on his rapidly unraveling sanity.The itch beneath his skin had been driving him to distraction for days now, an insistent craving that could only be satisfied by indulging in his...darker tendencies.He pushed open the car door before his men could and stalked towards the warehouse's main entrance with purposeful strides.He didn't bother announcing his presence. Every one of his men stationed here knew better than to loiter in the open when he was due to arrive.Sure enough, the entire place was deserted and cloaked in shadows as he stepped across the threshold. Except Chris who was following behind him.The men in black stationed at the main office in this warehouse
Dane threw his head back, letting out a harsh, mocking sound. “There won’t be another time, bitch.”With that, he raised the belt high in the air before bringing it down with brutal force.The poor girl couldn't dodge it. A terrified gasp left her throat as the belt struck her with such intensity that it tore into her skin—especially the iron tip biting deep into her flesh.Another strike came down on her body, drawing a scream from her but the soundproofed walls of the apartment absorbed them completely, ensuring no one outside would hear her cries for help.Despite her desperate pleas for mercy, the belt continued to lash down on her without mercy.Her skin soon became a canvas of dark bruises, and her cries gradually diminished into soft whimpers.Dane lost count of how many times he struck her, but he was determined each lash would leave her incapacitated.Finally, he stopped and tossed the belt aside, feeling a cold satisfaction at having achieved his goal.He felt a wave of excit
~The next morning~Scarlet sat on her bed after showering and getting ready for work, then reached for her phone to call Lincoln. They had aagreed to talk the previous evening but he never called. She began to worry when his phone rang several times before he finally picked up."Hello, my love," Lincoln said, sounding tired."Lincoln, are you feeling alright?" Her brows furrowed at his tired tone.He let out a big sigh. "I'm just exhausted, babe. But I'll be fine." He tried to downplay it."Are you coming? Do you think you can still make it? Or should I come over?"There was a heavy sigh on the other end. "I'm just...really tired, babe. Drained. You really don't have to worry about me.""Don't give me that," Scarlet chided, already hopping off the bed. She knew that weary tone - he was definitely not fine. "Where are you? I'm coming over.""Scar, you don't have to-""Yes, I do!" She grabbed her keys off the nightstand, the phone cradled between her ear and shoulder. "Now are you still
It was simply impossible - unthinkable. Scarlet wasn't supposed to die, not like this. She was meant to live out the rest of her days in misery and anguish, forever haunted by him and the memory of her defilement. That was the fate Dane had intended for her.So why had she taken her own life instead? Why trade decades of torment for an escape into oblivion? Did she truly loathe him so completely, with such scorching intensity? He couldn't - wouldn't - believe it!A profound sense of unease settled over Dane as he wrestled with these turbulent thoughts and emotions.He felt...sad. Inexplicably melancholy in a way he couldn't fully grasp or articulate. Not because she was gone - because she was the one who had chosen to go.Scarlet was the only person he had ever truly wanted to possess, to torment, play with and control with an iron fist.She alone had captivated him in a way no other had before. And now she was gone, forever out of his reach.His mother grabbed his shirt again, jolting
Dane found solace in the comforting embrace of his mother back at the mansion.He had no desire to be productive today, his mind utterly consumed by the scandal surrounding Scarlet.All he craved was his mother's warmth and affection.Using the excuse that he simply wanted uninterrupted time with her, Dane turned off both of their phones to shield her from the harsh reality.The last thing he needed was the media hounding him with their relentless, judgmental questions.His mother let out a contented sigh and turned on the television to the news channel. Dane knew she didn't really care about politics - she just hoped to catch a glimpse of her husband, the Interior Minister, boasting about his supposed achievements.He shot her a disapproving look, but she was too engrossed to notice. With a weary sigh, Dane reluctantly extricated himself from her arms and rose to his feet."I'm going to my suite for a bit. We can resume this quality time when the news is over," he said dryly."No, sta
Scarlet lay on her bed with her eyes open and unblinking. She hadn't slept a wink all night and couldn't even catch a few hours of rest this morning because her phone just wouldn't stop ringing.Call after call from her mom, her brother, her fiancé Lincoln - the notifications never seemed to end."For God's sake, give it a rest already," she muttered irritably, rubbing her throbbing temples.Finally, she snatched up the phone when a new message chime trickled out. But it wasn't from anyone she recognized - just an unknown number.Heart sinking, Scarlet opened up the message thread.All she saw was a video file. Of her and some guy kissing, getting hot and heavy. She looked...content. Happy, even.A startled gasp escaped her lips as the awful realization hit her - this was from that night at the hospital when Dane had basically assaulted her… when he forced himself on her. The night he'd stolen a first kiss from her."What the hell?" She rewound and watched it again in disbelief. "But I
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
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 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
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
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 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