Author’s POV “You’re going to become toothless by the time you get back home,” Vera quipped as she struggled to take the ice and vodka away from Scarlett, but Scarlett aggressively chewed on the ice. She was too furious to think straight. “Sorry, Vee, for stealing you away from your work hours. But can you imagine what those people did?!” She bellowed indignantly. “Who the hell is chairman Tate?!” She yelled, but Vera closed her mouth before she could draw any more attention to them. “Vee,” Scarlett called out with tears welling up her eyes. “They said they were impressed by my work. How could they give me the job and fire me in less than three hours, without me even committing a crime?” She started wailing, tears coursing down her cheeks as she rested her head on Vera’s shoulders. “Scarlett, I understand you, but at this point, you need to go home first and rest. When you’re sober, then we can discuss, okay?” “No,” she protested as she raised her head from Vera’s shoulders
A few hours after Scarlett got home, a gentle knock came on the door. She went to open it, and Maria came in. “Sir asked that this be brought to you,” Maria said, dropping two boxes on the table with a Cartier and Oscar de la Renta logo and walking away. Scarlett arched a brow as she approached the boxes. She finally opened it and gaped at the sight of the beauty before her. She lifted the emerald diamond jewelries and black draped off-shoulder silk gown out of the box and stood in front of the mirror, wondering if she was going to the Met Gala as she smiled. Scarlett admired the gifts, but the gifter bothered her. Ethan already thinks she married him just for money; won’t accepting it prove him right? But then again, if wearing them meant they could go on a date and live happily, then it wouldn't hurt to break her promise just this once, right? She got ready in due time, grabbed her clutch, and headed out. As she descended the staircase, she expected to meet Ethan but
Luna strode to the bar close to Scarlett with her two friends, giggling. They ordered cocktails and club soda. As they sat down, one of the girl’s gaze drifted toward Scarlett, and she scoffed. “I didn't know they now allowed just anyone into elite parties.” “Who is that?” Another asked with raised brows. “Didn’t you see the low-budget tramp that walked in with Ethan?” She gestured toward Scarlett, knowing Scarlett could hear them. And the others erupted into laughter. “Did she think being dressed up like a plastic doll or wearing an expensive necklace changes anything? She still stinks of poverty. How pathetic.” Vera, who was behind the bar counter, clenched her teeth as she listened to them while preparing their drinks. As Ethan kept taking Scarlett around to meet people, her stomach twisted with anxiety, her smile masking the unease she felt, especially by the murmurs and gossip as they walked. She had just wanted to have a nice meal and spend some alone time with h
Luna’s boobs were fully out. Vera had stepped on her dress without Luna knowing; just as she moved forward, it ripped off. “Aaaahhhh!” Luna screamed, her eyes widening in horror. She stood rooted to the ground, unable to move. The room fell silent as her scream had brought the attention of the other guests. All eyes were now on her exposed bosom as a mixture of gasps and whispers filled the air. As soon as Scarlett saw the corners of Vera’s mouth quirk, she knew immediately. Ethan walked in there at the sound of the scream and saw Luna. Immediately, he removed his suit coat to cover her, but Scarlett noticed him coming and swerved her gaze to Vera, who understood the signal. Vera swiftly covered Luna with a shawl she took from a guest, while Scarlett walked up to Ethan, cupped his face, and kissed him, gazing into Luna’s eyes. Ethan was flustered. As his senses returned, he yearned to push Scarlett away, but due to his charade, he couldn't. “Scarlett,” he called under grit
“I’m really sorry, I’ll get a rag to clean your shoes,” she offered as she tried to hurriedly get a wet rag. “What is going on here?” Cassidy’s voice rang out across the room. As soon as the man began to explain, Scarlett's heart sank. Would she be getting fired? “Not again,” she lamented, the thought tightening her chest. Forcing a calm demeanor, Scarlett returned to the man and handed him the rag. “Clean it,” Cassidy ordered, her voice cold as ice. Scarlett’s gaze flicked to Ursula, but she looked away. “Don’t make me repeat myself!” She threatened, and Scarlett scurried to wipe the coffee off his shoes. “I’m sorry for her unforgivable behavior. Please have the muffins on the house,” Cassidy offered them with a warm smile, but they declined and left. Feeling exasperated, she glared at Scarlett with a look of disdain. “If I lose another customer because of you, get ready to be fired!” she spat and walked away. As Scarlett was cleaning up the mess she made, she realize
A few minutes later she came back with a bunch of stuff: a cold compress, bottled water, and analgesics. When Scarlett initially found out about Ethan’s sickle cell, she did research on how to care for him, and right now seemed like the perfect time to put that knowledge to use. She kept the items on the table and moved toward him with concern etched on her face. “Ethan, I’m back with your medication and some cold compresses for your fever,” she spoke softly. Ethan’s eyes flickered open again, surprised to still see her. He had thought Scarlett left when he asked her to. “What are you doing here again?” he croaked, his voice cracking under the weight of his agony. “Just…go, I’m fine.” “No, you’re not, and I'm not going anywhere,” she replied calmly, her eyes locked onto Ethan’s, filled with compassion and concern. “I won’t leave you like this, Ethan. I’ll always be right here by your side.” Ethan's pain-filled gaze met hers, and for a moment they just stared at each other.
Ethan’s POV “Zzzzmmmm” My phone rang out as I paced around in circles waiting for Luna to pick up, which she finally did. “Hey, Luna, wanna get married?” I asked, my voice urgent. “What?!” “I’m sending you an address; meet me there in an hour; we’re getting married today.” I hung up the call and strode downstairs. “Where to, sir?” Rufus, my driver asked. “Take me to Manhattan’s marriage bureau.” I said, reclining back in the chair, as I recalled the conversation I had earlier with my parents. —————— “We have picked a good candidate for you to get married to,” Father declared as he sat close to Mom. “What! I told you I would when I'm ready. Why the rush again?!” I spat, irritated. “Ethan, we love you, and you know that, but not at the detriment of your future,” Mom said, looking at me with pity laced in her eyes. “This is grandfather’s doing, isn't it?” I didn't even wait for their reply and stormed out of the house, seething as I called Luna. —————— A fe
Scarlett's POVFlashbackSeptember 07, 2021 "Trust me when I say this club is legit—good music, vibes—it has it all. You wouldn't be thinking about anything else, especially not Oliver the moment you step into it," Vera said. “I’m so glad you’re back in town, Vera.” She had been out of town for business and I’m glad she’s back now. We stepped into the club, and bright lights spun around, giving it a playful glow to the dancing crowd. Laughter and music filled the air; let's not forget the smell of cigarettes, sweat, and alcohol too. As the night took on a carefree atmosphere. I found myself swaying to the beat, as the effects of a few drinks began to kick in and take hold of my mind and body. This made me even forget that I had just gone through a breakup. In the midst of my celebration, my eyes landed on a handsome stranger across the room. Our eyes locked. “That guy is totally checking you out!!!” Vera yelled over. “I think it’s time to have fun.” I walked over to