Scarlett’s Point of ViewHe stared into my face, his expression filled with confusion, as if struggling to comprehend my words. However, instead of engaging in a conversation, he simply turned his back to me, offering me nothing but a cold shoulder. “I want mango,” I repeated."And so?" he questioned, a hint of frustration dancing in his voice."And so, get them yourself. Look at those mangoes, it's not exactly a difficult task, is it?" I replied, a smile gracing my lips."If it's not difficult, then why don't you do it yourself instead of asking me?" he retorted, his tone laced with annoyance.Observing his icy demeanor, I decided to respond directly, without further ado. "Alright then."Without wasting another moment, I retrieved my phone from my pocket and dialed a number. As the phone began to ring, his attention swiftly shifted towards me, his eyes widening in surprise. "Who are you calling?" I responded with a sweet smile, lifting my phone to show him the screen. "Grandpa."Hi
Scarlett’s Point of ViewPuppet. A marionette. There was no denying it, was there? I had known all along. The way my father manipulated me with those string-like puppets, dictating what I should do, making me believe that I needed him just for my mom and I to survive. I had known it from the beginning, but why did it feel like the harsh reality and a stinging slap when he himself said it... "Sweetie... Scarlett. Honey. Are you with me?" A voice jolted me back to reality. As I looked up, I saw the concerned expression on Missus Scoville's face as she observed the crumpled brochure I held. Realizing my mistake, I quickly attempted to straighten it as I gulped anxiously."I... I apologize. I didn't realize..." I couldn't continue my sentence as tears unexpectedly streamed down my cheeks. What was this pain I felt just because of his words? "It's alright, dear. It's just a brochure. I'm more worried about you. You seem distant and pale. Are you alright?" She gently touched my forehe
Scarlett's Point of View"The mango," he said, his voice dripping with impatience.I raised an eyebrow, feeling ignorant. "Huh?"His sneer deepened and remarked with arrogance, "Give me the mango. Are you deaf or what?" I couldn't help but be amused by his audacity. I held the mango tightly, refusing to surrender it to him. In a swift motion, he grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, devouring the fruit. A rush of heat flushed my cheeks as he teasingly sucked on my finger. Instinctively, I pushed him away, clutching the hand he had touched."What... What are you doing? Are you some kind of pervert or what?!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with a mix of shock and indignation.He ignored my question, his attention already diverted back to his laptop. I stood there, dumbfounded, for a few moments before deciding to let it go and just sleep.The next morning, I awoke in his room, realizing that I had fallen asleep there for the whole day and night. Exhaustion had gotten the better o
Scarlett's Point of ViewI scratched my head and forced a smile, trying to hide my discomfort. "How can I possibly do that, grandpa? It's Scoville's and my husband's money, not mine.""But you're a Scoville now, dear. Your husband's money is your money," grandpa replied softly. Then, his tone turned cold as he asked, "did Storm make you sign a prenup?"I was taken aback, not wanting to reveal the truth. The truth was, Storm had indeed made me sign a prenup after our wedding. He didn't want grandpa and his parents to know, so I kept it a secret until now. And admitting it at this moment, I had no desire to let him think I was only interested in his wealth."No, grandpa," I replied with a forced smile. "It's just that I'm not the kind of person who spends money that hasn't been earned through my own hard work."I bit my lower lip, feeling a pang of guilt wash over me, remembering what me and dad planned from the start."My son is fortunate to have married such a wonderful woman who isn
Storm strode confidently into the high-end restaurant, its opulent decor catching the eye where only a handful of patrons were present. While a reservation was typically necessary for entry, Scarlett noticed the shocked expressions of the waitstaff and understood that this domineering man didn’t need one. The soft murmur of conversation filled the air, mingling with the clinking of silverware. A hint of rich aroma from the exquisite dishes wafted through the room. "The Scovilles!" exclaimed the manager, rushing over to them. "What a delightful surprise to see you here! It is truly an honor to have you as our guests." Storm nodded, his demeanor exuding elegance. "I would like to be seated in a VIP room." "Certainly, Mr. Scoville! Please, follow me." The manager led them to a room adorned with a large table, complete with candles and flowers, as if it were a romantic rendezvous. "This is the most exclusive reservation we can offer you. If there is anything you desire, please do not
[Note: Sorry if the names are sometimes mixed up. Please, continue commenting about them so I can fix them. Thank you!]Scarlett observed the transformation in Abegail's expression. The once friendly and approachable demeanor had shifted into that of a startled cat, ready to flee after being caught red-handed stealing someone else's food.Abegail attempted to free her hand and make her escape, but Scarlett firmly held onto it, her smile unwavering."Miss...Missus Scoville, I-I must go. My companion is waiting for me," Abegail pleaded, using her other hand to forcefully pry Scarlett's grip away.Noticing Abegail's flustered and anxious state, Scarlett released her hold. Just as Abegail was about to bolt and make her getaway, Scarlett blocked her path and scrutinized her from head to toe."Is there a problem, Abegail?" she inquired, feigning concern. "You look pale. Is my presence not to your liking?"Abegail swallowed nervously and shook her head. "N-no, Miss Scoville. It's just that I
The clock struck 7 pm, marking the completion of their preparations. Storm, with his comb-over black hair style and impeccably groomed jawline, looked dashing in his black tuxedo. Meanwhile, Scarlet descended the stairs in a mesmerizing light blue mermaid evening gown, accentuating her figure. She carried a clutch bag adorned with white pearls, a perfect match for her attire. This exquisite gown had been personally tailored by the renowned designer, Summer Carter, known for her exceptional creations in the bustling city of New York.Lost in his own thoughts, Storm continuously glanced at his watch, oblivious to Scarlett's graceful descent. He had no desire to attend the event, preferring to immerse himself in his work rather than partake in such gatherings. However, he had no choice but to attend, as the man in question was a new investor.As he stole one final glance at his watch and lifted his gaze, he was left speechless by Scarlett's presence. She appeared like a divine being, cap
Family Ford’s opulent mansion exuded an aura of extravagance, with dazzling chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow throughout the interior. Lavishly decorated tables, adorned with delicate silverware and fine china, beckoned guests both inside and outside. The air was filled with the mingling scents of freshly cut flowers and delectable cuisine, enticing the senses. Esteemed businessmen and renowned personalities mingled, their animated conversations creating a symphony of voices, punctuated by the clinking of glasses and occasional bursts of laughter. "Mister Ford, I must extend my congratulations to your son for attaining the esteemed position of President within your company!" a fellow businessman expressed to Daniel's father. "Thank you, Mister Jackson. You are well aware of the unwavering dedication my son possesses. He has toiled tirelessly for this achievement and it is truly well-deserved," Dylan Ford, the proud father, responded. The individual with whom he was conversing
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