The bar was dimly lit, the kind of place where the music was too loud and the lighting was just dark enough to hide your sins. It was perfect. The exact escape Scarlet needed after her run-in with her father. She pushed through the door, the low hum of conversation and the thumping bass wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. Tonight, she didn’t want to think, didn’t want to feel. She just wanted to drink until everything went numb.She walked up to the counter, nodding at the bartender. “Vodka. Straight.”He raised an eyebrow, probably surprised by the intensity in her tone, but didn’t say a word. Moments later, he slid the glass across the counter, and she downed it without hesitation, the burn in her throat matching the bitterness in her chest. Her mind was racing, thoughts swirling about the meeting with her father—how he had demanded she "do her duty" and bear a child for Storm. It was sickening. Her marriage had been nothing but a prison, and now she was expected to be s
Scarlet’s heart raced as Storm marched toward her, eyes burning with anger. She could feel the tension between them before he even reached her, his presence like a storm cloud that had just rolled in, ready to break at any moment.Before she could even speak or react, he grabbed her by the arm, his grip firm but not painful. “We’re leaving. Now,” he said, his voice low and seething.She yanked her arm back, glaring at him. “What the hell are you doing here?” “Saving you from yourself,” he snapped, pulling her away from the crowd, uncaring of the people now watching their little spectacle. “Do you even know how many people are taking pictures of you right now? Do you care at all about what this could do to me, to the company?”Scarlet let out a bitter laugh as she followed him out, her heels clicking angrily against the floor. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize your precious image was the only thing that mattered. Forgive me for not caring anymore.”Storm’s jaw clenched as they stepped
The next morning, Scarlett woke up with her head pounding like someone had driven nails through her temples. She groaned, shielding her eyes from the sunlight that streamed through the gaps in the curtains. The taste of wine still lingered on her lips, and her mouth felt as dry as sandpaper.She sat up slowly, her body protesting every movement. Her head spun as she swung her legs off the bed, and she had to sit there for a moment, her hand clutching her forehead. ‘What the hell happened last night?’Memories of the night came in fragments—the argument, the sarcastic banter with Storm, the wine. She vaguely recalled Storm pouring her another glass, his dark eyes watching her as they exchanged bitter words. She had no idea when the night had ended or how she had even managed to get into bed.With a deep breath, Scarlett pulled herself to her feet and padded out of her bedroom, expecting to find the usual silence of an empty penthouse. As she walked into the living room, however, she no
The night Scarlett got drunk in their penthouse, Storm sat on the couch, sipping his glass of whiskey and watching her. She was sprawled out on the other side, barely able to keep her eyes open as she muttered something unintelligible. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair, usually so neatly done, was now a wild mess. She’d been sarcastic all night, her bitterness toward him evident in every word she slurred.Storm’s eyes darkened as he watched her, an odd feeling stirring in his chest. Normally, he’d take advantage of a moment like this—use it to assert control, to remind her who held the power in their marriage. But tonight… he couldn’t.He didn’t know why.She was vulnerable, yes. Perfectly within his grasp. Yet something stopped him. Maybe it was the sight of her collapsing under the weight of her own frustrations, or maybe it was how pitiful she looked in that moment, half-asleep on the couch, her breath coming in shallow, uneven sighs.With a frustrated groan, Storm stood up and
Storm left the bar much earlier than expected, brushing off Russell's surprised look as he stepped out into the crisp night air. He didn't have a clear plan or reason for why he was heading back to the penthouse—he just knew he wanted to be there, wanted to see if Scarlett was still awake, though he couldn't quite admit that to himself.When he opened the door, a faint, warm light spilled into the hallway. The rich aroma of something savory filled the air. Stepping inside, he noticed the source of the scent: Scarlett, standing in the kitchen, a gentle sway to her movements as she stirred something in a pan.She was wearing a simple, oversized apron over her casual clothes, her hair tied in a messy bun, a few stray strands falling over her forehead. She was entirely in her own world, humming softly to herself as she tasted the food, a small smile spreading across her face.For a brief, unguarded moment, Storm felt his heart stutter. Seeing her like this—so at ease, so effortlessly beau
After Erica left, an uncomfortable silence settled between Storm and Scarlett. They continued standing in the park, the once-peaceful night sky now carrying a tense weight neither could ignore. Scarlett felt as if a shadow had crossed their evening, the memory of Erica's mocking smile replaying in her mind.Finally, Storm broke the silence. “Scarlett,” he started, his voice low but steady, “about Erica… She's just a colleague. Nothing more.”Scarlett turned to him, her expression unreadable. “A colleague?” Her tone was laced with sarcasm, a slight smile twisting her lips. “That’s nice of you to clarify, Storm. But if I remember correctly, weren’t we supposed to stay out of each other’s business?” Her gaze challenged him, but she shrugged as if it didn’t matter. “So I’m not sure why you felt the need to explain.”Storm’s face hardened, his jaw clenching in irritation. “I’m just telling you because you seemed to react when she showed up.”“Oh, so now you’re worried about my reactions?”
Scarlett’s eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the morning light spilling into her bedroom. She blinked, surprised to find Storm sitting at her bedside, his gaze steady on her. He was so close that she could make out the hint of softness in his eyes, a look she rarely saw from him.“Good morning,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically warm.Scarlett shifted, still drowsy, trying to piece together how she had fallen asleep so suddenly last night. “Good morning,” she replied cautiously. “What are you doing here?”Storm straightened, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Just thought I’d wake you up. Breakfast is ready. I’d like us to eat together.”Scarlett gave him a confused look, her sleep-fogged mind trying to catch up with his unexpected change in behavior. She muttered, “Alright, give me a minute to get ready.”Storm left her room, and Scarlett dressed quickly, unsure of what had inspired his sudden charm. When she stepped out into the main area, however, anot
Scarlett’s pulse was racing as she pressed the phone to her ear. “I’ll be there as soon as possible,” she assured Dr. Bennett, her voice trembling. Without another second to waste, she yanked off her apron, tossing it onto the counter, and hurried toward the front door, grabbing her coat and car keys in one fluid motion. Her mind was swirling with every worst-case scenario as she slipped on her shoes, and she barely noticed Ana’s worried eyes on her.“Mrs. Scoville, is everything alright?” Ana called out, concern etched deeply into her features.“I’m not sure, Ana. It’s my mother… she’s in critical condition,” Scarlett said quickly, swallowing the fear threatening to crack her voice. “Thank you, really—just… I have to go.”Ana nodded, her expression turning solemn. “Please, drive carefully, Mrs. Scoville. Call if you need anything at all.”Scarlett nodded once, then dashed out the door and into the chilly air. She slid into her car, started the engine, and set off toward the hospital,
Scarlett sat at her desk, fingers tapping rhythmically as she reviewed the financial projections for Athena Innovations’ upcoming product launch. The meeting with Quantum Solutions had gone well; she’d handled herself with poise and authority, keeping her emotions in check as she faced Storm. But despite her carefully guarded composure, the encounter had stirred something inside her—a familiar ache, reminding her of the history she’d long tried to bury.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. Daniel stepped in, a knowing smile on his face. “You look like you’re about to conquer a whole new world.”Scarlett smirked, crossing her arms. “Isn’t that the plan?”Daniel took a seat across from her, leaning back with a slight grin. “Well, if anyone can do it, it’s you.” He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. “But I can’t help thinking that seeing Storm again… it had to be more complicated than you’re letting on.”Scarlett frowned, folding her arms as she leaned back in her chair. “You k
The California coastline shimmered beneath the early morning sun as Scarlett and her daughter, Alexa, stepped off the private jet. Scarlett took a deep breath, letting the familiarity of home settle into her bones. Seven years had passed since she’d last set foot in the United States, and much had changed. Beside her, Alexa looked around with wide eyes, clutching her mother’s hand as she took in the bustling world around her.“Mommy, is this where you used to live?” Alexa asked, her curious gaze flicking between the unfamiliar sights.Scarlett smiled down at her daughter, brushing a stray curl behind her ear. “Yes, sweetheart. This is where I grew up, where everything began.”They were here for business—and a fresh start. Scarlett had built her own tech empire with Daniel’s help, and together they’d grown her company, Athena Innovations, into a major player in the industry. She’d carved her own path, proving her worth to herself, the world, and—though she would never admit it—even to
Storm stood in the doorway, a mixture of shock and hesitation in his eyes. Scarlett's heart raced, the remnants of her strength drained as her emotions collided—anger, fear, and an ache she had no desire to revisit. Holding her baby in her arms, she took a steadying breath before finally speaking.“Why are you here, Storm?” she asked, her voice barely masking the tension she felt. She avoided his gaze, focusing instead on her daughter’s soft breathing, her tiny fingers curled around Scarlett's thumb.Storm took a step into the room, his expression unreadable. “Your father told me… he told me about your heart condition,” he began, his voice tinged with concern. “And… I didn’t know you had—" His eyes fell on the sleeping newborn in Scarlett’s arms, a look of both surprise and wonder flashing across his face. "I didn't know you had a baby."Scarlett glanced up, her face a controlled mask. “And what does that have to do with you, Storm?” She could feel herself bracing, the answer she had
Months had passed in a whirlwind of preparation and nerves. Scarlett’s belly grew rounder, heavier, and she spent her days in quiet anticipation, knitting tiny dresses and planning a life she could share with her child, a life she would control. Daniel remained her constant companion, helping her every step of the way, from doctor’s appointments to preparing the nursery in her mother’s quiet home in Switzerland. Despite the anxiety of her heart condition, Scarlett managed to keep her spirits high, determined to be ready for her child’s arrival.The early morning of her due date was calm, sunlight just beginning to peek through the winter sky, casting soft, pale light into her bedroom. But before Scarlett could enjoy the peaceful start to the day, a sudden, sharp pain ripped through her abdomen, jolting her awake. She gasped, clutching her belly as the intensity hit her again—this was no ordinary ache. It was time.Scarlett took a shaky breath and reached for her phone, dialing Daniel’
Scarlett was stirring a warm cup of herbal tea by the window when she heard a knock at the door. Her mother glanced up from across the room, both of them caught off guard by the unexpected visitor. She wasn’t expecting anyone today, especially not in this quiet corner of Switzerland. But as she opened the door, her heart dropped.Standing there, his expression a mixture of forced charm and irritation, was her father.“Well, look at you,” he greeted, eyes immediately falling on her swollen belly with an all-too-familiar hint of sarcasm. “Didn’t think I’d have to fly halfway around the world to see my own daughter.”Scarlett’s mother appeared behind her, gasping in shock. “What are you doing here?” her mom asked, worry crossing her face as she noticed his gaze on Scarlett’s obvious pregnancy.Without waiting for an invitation, Scarlett’s father brushed past them, stepping into the modest living room as if he owned it. He looked around with a critical eye before turning back to her. “Sur
The soft hum of the ultrasound machine filled the room as Scarlett lay back on the examination table, her heart racing with anticipation. Daniel sat beside her, holding her hand and offering a reassuring smile. She couldn’t help but feel grateful for his presence. He had been her unwavering support, her confidant, and her friend throughout these months of her pregnancy.The doctor entered the room, her expression warm as she adjusted the machine and applied the cool gel to Scarlett’s stomach. “Well, Scarlett, today’s a big day,” she said, smiling as she moved the ultrasound probe gently across Scarlett’s belly. “Are we ready to find out the gender?”Scarlett’s eyes sparkled as she looked over at Daniel. “Yes, I’m ready.” Daniel squeezed her hand in excitement, glancing back at the screen. “Let’s see if we’re getting a little football player or a princess.” The doctor chuckled, adjusting the screen so they could both see it clearly. After a few seconds, she pointed to a small, clear
Storm walked into Erica’s hospital room, his face stony and his gaze focused, prepared to settle whatever lingering confusion or attachment she may still hold. Erica lay in bed, her wrist now bandaged, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw him enter. She tried to smile, looking up at him as if he was her last hope, but Storm’s expression was unreadable, almost detached.“Thank you for coming, Storm,” she said softly, her voice weak but warm. “I just… wanted to say thank you. For everything.”Storm nodded curtly, crossing his arms. He glanced around the room, avoiding her gaze as he prepared himself. “Erica, what happened between us… it’s over. Whatever you thought we had, it’s done.”Her face fell, her hands clenching the edge of the bed sheet. “But… I thought—”“We both know that was a mistake,” he said, his tone cold yet final. “I’m not the one you should be relying on. I’m married, Erica. This shouldn’t have even gotten this far.” He sighed, brushing a hand over his face. “I mess
Storm staggered into his penthouse, fumbling to find his balance as he leaned heavily against the door. The smell of whiskey and something sour filled the air—a mix of empty bottles, cheap cologne, and the unmistakable scent of his own regret. For days, he’d been spiraling, waking up in places he couldn’t remember and leaving only to drown himself in another bottle. After another night blurred by whiskey and careless encounters, he felt emptier than ever, the gnawing pit in his stomach only deepening as the days without Scarlett passed.He slumped onto the leather couch, grabbing the nearest bottle on the coffee table and letting out a sigh. How had things gotten so out of control? Storm tried to replay it all in his mind, hoping to find a moment where he could rewind, undo everything. But all he saw was Scarlett’s hurt expression, her disappointed eyes. Her face haunted him, even now. He downed another swig, hoping the burn would chase her memory away, if only for a moment.Just as h
The throbbing pain tore through Scarlett’s abdomen, growing sharper with every passing second. Panic surged in her chest, and she found herself unable to catch her breath. Gritting her teeth, she shouted as loud as she could, “Mom!” but no one answered. Her mother was somewhere in the house, she thought, but she might be too far to hear. Tears blurred Scarlett’s vision as the pain intensified, and a cold wave of fear washed over her.Desperate, Scarlett fumbled for her phone on the nightstand, hands trembling as she dialed Daniel’s number. He was the only one she could reach, the only one close enough to help. The phone rang twice before he picked up, his voice filled with concern.“Scarlett? Are you okay?”“Daniel…” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. “Please, I need help. I—I'm in so much pain.”He didn’t hesitate. “Hold on, I’m on my way. Keep calm. I’ll be there in five minutes.”Scarlett clutched the phone, pressing it to her chest as she struggled to breathe through the pain