Scarlett’s POV An orderly walked in, she looked a bit old. For the first time since Oliver dragged me into this room, I’m just noticing that it’s a supply room. The orderly gave us a nasty look. Dying of embarrassment, I stormed out of the room. I could hear Oliver’s heavy footsteps behind me. “Scarlett, wait,” he said, grabbing my arm and on impulse, the next thing that followed was my hand again…..I slapped him. “Two slaps in under 30 minutes; you've become a fighter,” he chuckled, massaging his cheek. “I think you should leave,” I said, looking away from him with my hand crossed on my chest. “I’d leave, but you'd keep seeing me, you're married to my friend, remember?” “Like I said before, it was nice seeing you again,” he added with a smile before walking away. I went to the cafeteria to get coffee for Veronica and walked back to Ethan’s hospital room. I noticed Ethan was already getting dressed to leave the hospital. “What took your time, honey, and where’s Oli
Scarlett’s POV “What’s the meaning of this nonsense?! Ethan roared, his face contorted in rage. “Do you realize that you’re causing an unnecessary scene here? Have some decorum, will you?” He glared at me and turned to look around. What! Why is he only looking at me? What about her? “Now go upstairs,” he said to me. “But I—” “Upstairs!” He cut me off. “No! She has to leave first.” I folded my arms on my chest. He let out a long sigh, using his fingers to massage his forehead. More of the workers had gathered at the scene, moving around. He turned to Luna. “You leave.” “You can’t be serious, Ethan.” The shock was evident in her voice. “When have you ever known me to be a joker, Luna? Leave now; I need to rest.” “Come on, Ethan, you want to push me away because of this gold-digging slut?” “What!?” I stepped closer to her. “Repeat that,” I urged. “Gold digging sl—” I didn’t wait for her to finish before I smacked her nose. It’s one thing for Ethan to disrespec
Scarlett’s POV “You both, get down and move away from the windows now,” Ethan yelled to Maria and me. Immediately I heard the window glass shattering; the air was filled with the acrid smell of smoke, and the deafening sound of gunfire was so loud that it made my ear ring. I screamed till my throat hurt, and the sound of my own voice echoed in my ears. The gunshots weren’t stopping, and bullets kept flying into the house. I got scared and began crying, “Oh God, oh God, this can't be happening, I’m going to die…. Ethan stood up like he was about to leave, but I held onto his hands. “Where are you going?” I ask, my voice shaking. “I have to check what’s going on,” he said. “Are you crazy?!! Stop trying to be a hero and hide; what if you get killed?!” I yelled; the gunshots still hadn’t stopped. Maria was curled up in a corner with her rosary in her hands as she was reciting it. “You don’t tell me what to do.” He yanked his hand away from my hold and crawled up to the liv
Ethan’s POV Just as I finished talking to Scarlett, I went upstairs to pack my things, and immediately my phone rang just as I reached the top step. Han, my secretary, flashed on the caller ID. “What is it, Han?” I asked. “Sir, your grandfather has put a hold on the charity event for this month,” he announced. “What!” I yelled, clenching my fist. Seriously, when is he going to stop annoying me? I hung up and hurried downstairs, my footsteps echoing off the walls. “Rufus!” I called out to my driver. “At your service, sir.” “Take me to the family house,” I ordered, sliding into the back seat of the car. The ride took about two hours. Finally, we arrived at my family home, and I burst through the front door. “Welcome, young master,” the butler greeted. “Where's grandfather?” I demanded, my tone urgent. “In his study, young—” The butler didn't even finish, I was already striding past him, heading to grandfather’s study. I flung the door open and saw him sittin
Scarlett’s POV Hundreds of reporters had flooded the entrance. They swarmed toward us as soon as they spotted our car, and their microphones thrust forward like weapons, blocking our part. I quickly bent my face down, not wanting to appear on the news. “Mr Donovan, what do you have to say about the recent shooting that occurred at your house?” a reporter asked. “Was it an attack from a rival? “Mr Donovan, is it true that you are secretly dating Luna Ramirez because your wife looks like Shrek? “Wow,” I muttered, shocked at that one as I looked up, covering my face. “Mr Donovan, why was your wedding private? And is it true that your manhood doesn't work either? Another asked and Ethan clenched his fist, glaring at him. “These useless reporters and their love for gossip. Nothing ever gets past them,” Ethan snapped. The camera flashes and shouting questions created a chaotic din, but Ethan's voice cut through the noise. “Drive over them if they refuse to get out of the wa
Ethan's POV After yesterday’s event with my grandfather and those pesky reporters, I decided to go to my shooting spot today to clear my head. I stood at the target practice range, my gun raised, and focused on the target ahead. “KRAAK-KAA-BOOM” I shot “KRAAK-KAA-BOOM” I shot The sound of the bullet hitting the target was a satisfying “thwack,” with the smell of gunpowder filling the air after each shot. Just as I was about to take another shot, my phone started ringing, distracting me. I moved towards it and saw my Han’s name on the screen. “You had better have a good reason for distracting me, Han,” I spoke sternly. “Sir, the chairman of News 9 Corp is on his way to you.” “What!” “Why?!” I asked, irritated, but before Han could reply, a familiar voice called from behind. “Ethan” How did this old geezer know where I was? He is the last thing I need to see now. “Chairman Tate,” I called out, scowling, as I turned to add more bullets to my gun. “Why are you here
Scarlett's POV “Mom!” I exclaimed after opening the door. I never expected mom to come here, she has never visited me since I got married. “What is wrong with you, Scarlett?! Why haven't you been picking up my calls?” She yelled, her temples pulsating. “I wasn't with my phone, Mother, and why are you here?” I said, frowning. She pushed me out of the doorway, heading to sit on the chair. What is she doing here? “Why didn't you tell me you were shot at?” She demanded. “I had to hear it from the news. Do you think I’d be able to live if something had happened to you?” Startled by her words, I bore into her eyes, searching for a hint of insincerity, but she showed no emotions. “I am fine, mom,” I finally said. “It was just a close call.” “Close call, you say? Anyway, thank goodness you’re fine. So have you done it with him yet?” She asked hastily. Dumbfounded, I asked, “Done what?” “Why are you asking me stupid questions like you didn't hear me the first time? H
Ethan’s POV I got to the car and slid into the back seat, my head thudding against the back cushion as I let out a contented groan. “Where are we heading to Sir?” Rufus asked. “Take me home,” I replied. The ride home was quiet, but as soon as Rufus approached the gate, a frown etched on my face as Grandfather's words replayed in my head. We finally drove in, and I came out of the car, trudging towards the building, exhausted from the day’s event. I tried my best to let out a smile, even though Scarlett had annoyed me yesterday. As I got in, I was greeted by the maid. “Welcome sir.” I nodded my head and walked upstairs. I went into my bedroom, and the frown etched on my face again. Why do I still smell the scent of that receptionist? Did I bring it back home? As I walked forward a little, my eyes landed on a primrose. Immediately after I saw the primrose flower, I froze. A fragment of the memories I fought hard to forget suddenly gushed out, piercing my heart. “Ah