FINN. In the history of the most fucked up events, this was the worst of it all. I hadn't expected things to be this fucked up. I already knew Kelvin had to do with her being molested because it sounded like something he could do but I made myself overthink it. I had been right the whole time. He was a fucking psychopath and he had killed Lucas. I was filled with so much disgust and hate for him. I could literally find him and kill him right now but that would only be irrational because I wanted him to die a slow and painful death. I had taken Scarlett to her room. She was still in shock and I hated that there was nothing I could do to ease her of the pain. She was still very much in love with Lucas and as much as that hurt, I knew it was only natural for her to grieve for him. I left her in the room to make some tea for us both. She needed it more than I did so I made a full jug and arranged it on the tray along with a jar of condensed milk and sugar. She was s
SCARLETT. We remained in my room for a while. I was honestly tired. Tired to the point that I couldn't even say a thing. However, many… so many thoughts were swimming rent-free in my mind.There was Lucas’s death and there was the constant fear that I would end up losing Finn as well. He was entering a danger zone for me but I wasn't able to stop him. Even if I wanted to, I am certain he wouldn't listen to me. Things were spiraling out of control. However, I loved how Finn was able to handle me. He cradled me in his arms, and lay back on the bed rest. "A therapist?" I said after several minutes of silence. He nodded and moved underneath me with ease. These were one of the things that made me feel safe around him. "Yes, a therapist. I don't know how it works but you have a lot of healing to do. I hate that it gets to you so much. Your parents were absent and never knew all of these. A therapist listens to you and procures solutions and that's what we're going to find thi
SCARLETT. I had never been to therapy and it was surprising. Rich parents always had their kids doing that but mine never thought about it. I was seated in the car and throughout the whole drive, I was really nervous. Extremely nervous. Finn kept looking at me from time to time and when he noticed my apprehension, he took my hand in his and planted a kiss on my hand. "You're going to be fine, Scarlett." "I don't know. I'm just really nervous." I whispered. "It's okay to feel nervous but trust me, you're not going to perform at a contest. Think of it that way. You're going there to open yourself up so you can be able to fix yourself. All she's going to do is listen to you. She's going to know what exactly is wrong and she's going to give you the tools and you're going to fix yourself. And to remind you again, Scarlett. It's hard. It's hard to do the fixing. It's likely not going to work the first day. You're going to do a bad job a few times or several times even. You're going t
SCARLETT. Renée was gentle. I don't think I'd ever experienced such gentleness before. She proceeded by getting to know me the usual way. Likes and dislikes, hobbies. She even engaged with me and in no time, I was talking and talking and talking till she had to stop me so we could get to business. "This is the preliminary, Scarlett," She continued as she picked up her pad. "This is all we will be doing for today. Take this as a warm up, the wind before the storm." "When you say it like that, it sounds scary," I shuddered and she laughed. "But I get what you mean." Renée nodded. "I'm glad you do. But I must tell you this; it's going to be hard. It's not going to be easy. You'd feel like bailing and you'd feel like a shitty person. We all are at a point in our lives before we heal. So when you come the day after tomorrow, I want you to come with every baggage you can carry and we will offload as much as we can to make you feel lighter by the time you return home, okay?"
FINN. She was the typical example of a Delilah. A sweet Delilah. Unable to resist. I watched as she slipped her fingers into her dress, how she spread her legs to allow her to touch herself, how her eyes rolled to the back as she began to fondle her clitoris. It felt like I was watching porn. Only it was being acted before me and I was one of the characters. She opened her eyes and looked at me. The look of desire in her eyes brought me to my knees and that was when I knew I was a fucking goner. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips and she brought her hand to her lips as she sucked off all the juices. She closed her eyes and moaned and my groin tightened, causing my erection to nearly burst through my slacks. It was time for me to take control. I pulled her away from her seat and turned her to face me before spreading her legs apart. She leaned against the door and stared at me with a smile on her face. "I love it when you dominate me, Fin
SCARLETT. I don't think I've ever felt so much relief as I have today. With less burden and more positive self awareness, I felt like I could move mountains. From Renée to Dr Sasha, it was all good vibes and more understanding. I had to do shadow work which I was looking forward to. I looked at Finn. We were walking side by side and he was staring down at his phone. While with Renée this afternoon, I knew I was in love with him. What man would bring you to see a therapist? What man would open himself up to you so you could feel comfortable? There were a whole lot of things I wanted to tell him but I didn't believe time and chance were going to let me do that and the realization alone hurt so bad. I reached out my hand to take his hand and just as my skin brushed his, someone called his name. "Finn!" It was Volkov. I didn't miss the frown on Finn's face as we both turned to see Volkov approaching us with a smile on his face. "Why are you calling my na
SCARLETT. After seeing Raya and Eliana, Finn decided that it was time for us to leave. I totally agree with him. I needed to clear my head. The call with my father had messed me up. I bade them goodbye and left before Finn joined me in the corridor. "I am scared." Finn who was just pulling the door open stopped for a brief moment to look at me. He moved away from the door and took a few steps towards me. He placed both hands on either side of my arms. "I might not feel what you're feeling but I definitely understand." My eyes fluttered close. "This feels like a pattern. Lucas tries to help me and he dies in the process. What if the same happens to you?" His grip around my arm tightened. "Look at me, Scarlett." I opened my eyes to look at him. His eyes were searching. "Nothing is going to happen to me, okay?" I didn't believe that. I didn't. I wasn't ready to lose Finn again. I wasn't ready to lose a man I loved. Kelvin's involvement with the Mafia gr
SCARLETT. My father's office was still the same. A boring setting with just the floor-to-ceiling windows to add a bit of color to it. There was a painting of the seafront. I hadn't seen this before. Well, the last time I came here was three months ago. We'd never had a good relationship in the first place. I took a seat on one of the couches and took out my phone. Finn had sent me a photo of him eating in the car with a caption talking about how he couldn't wait because he was so hungry. I laughed and was about to give him a reply when I heard the sound of the door opening. I immediately slipped my phone into my purse and maintained a good posture. If I wanted to sound convincing enough, I had to look the part. I stood to my feet and turned to see someone behind him. My heart lurched and I knew I had come here at the wrong time. What the hell was Kelvin doing here? As soon as he saw me, he smiled at me. I became uneasy but I tried not to look the part
THIRD PERSON’S POV "You know, it would do no damage if you told me where you were going that night," Scarlett asked as she leaned back on the lounge close to the pool area, hands on her belly, watching as Finn flipped steak on the grill. It had been three months now and that question had gone unanswered. No excuse for the lie Finn told could exonerate him. He turned towards her and sighed. "If you worry less about that night and more about the babies we are to have in less than six months, it'd be a good thing." She sat up. "Really? My husband sneaking out of the house late at night when he's supposed to fuck me the next morning doesn't deserve an answer?" Finn blew out a heavy breath and flipped the steak again before he turned to look at her, both hands on his hip. He looked really funny in the apron he was wearing. "I am starting to believe that the only reason you keep asking me this question is because I should have been fucking you instead of sneaking out of
SCARLETT. Worst day of my life. I didn't want to think of how things had gone this morning; how I had cried several times and ruined my makeup. How I had yelled at everyone, not minding if they were just there to do their jobs. None of the bridesmaids were my friends. I had told my friends I didn't want them to be bridesmaids when I was getting married to a man I hated the most. Wasn't it weird to be married to another man while going through a heartbreak from another to whom you had confessed your feelings to and he had done the same? Things were only going to get shittier from here and my parents were to blame. I hadn't spoken to either of them and as my father curled his arm for me to slip mine through, I cursed the day I was born into this family. I should have been poor and less privileged. Maybe Finn and I would have gotten married. I wondered what he was doing now. Happy with his family, on his way to falling in love with another woman who wasn't as problematic as
FINN. I'd gotten to the verge of telling her that I was her groom. It had taken a lot of restraint for me to actually walk away. As I drove towards the warehouse, I stared at the bag she had returned to me and sighed. I hated to put her in this position but that was it. After dealing with Kelvin tomorrow, I was to see the designer in charge of my wedding tux to get it fitted. It was going to be a long day for me tomorrow. As soon as I got to the warehouse, one of the guards standing by the entrance of the warehouse hurried towards me and bowed. "Boss, they are all waiting inside for you." Was I ever going to get used to being addressed as boss and treated like one? Because why did it feel a little weird that this man was treating me like a god? My father must have really had a huge impact on them for them to show me this much respect, age regardless. The warehouse was filled with people. Some worked on cars, and some sat around tables with drinks in front of them,
SCARLETT. All day, I waited for Finn to return with mixed feelings. What if something went wrong again? Wasn't he going to see Raya? He was supposed to be back in about three hours. But it was seven hours already and quite late. I had tried distracting myself with movies but then, my father had sent a text, telling me that my wedding dress was ready and would be delivered on my wedding day because he didn't want me ruining it. What the hell was going on? When I sent him a text, informing him that I was no longer getting married and that I didn't care if he was going to take all that I had, I didn't get a response. Calling him was futile because he didn't even pick up my call. I had to call my mother, who informed me that everything happening right now was out of her control. I had been infuriated by her words but that was it, I guess. I had spent the rest of the day fuming and waiting for Finn to return so I could narrate my ordeal to him. I was in the
FINN. For someone who I had believed was so powerful and controlling and could do anything he liked, Scarlett's father could really be humbled. After he had asked me to wait, he had led me to his study, his demeanor changing from one of scorn to the utmost respect. It was really amusing to see him humbled. We spoke for minutes and he decided that we had to work together. I hadn't made it easy for him anyway. I kept throwing jabs of how much of a terrible father he had been to Scarlett. "Finn, I know all of these," He had said at one point. "But I had to do certain things because she was my only child. If I hadn't been hard on her, she wouldn't be where she is today." "By that, you mean being aware that she was molested when she was a teenager and you did nothing about it? Going ahead to get her married to the same man who molested her when she was young. That's how you thought you were training her?" I asked, my voice laced with disgust. "You really did a bad job
FINN. I watched as she slept in my arms. We had talked after our kiss and she'd told me how she'd been at the therapist's twice this week and was getting better. I was so proud of her. She could actually do without me having to be there. She was becoming a better version of herself and I was extremely glad that I was there to witness it. I was never going to let her leave my side. She belonged to me now and it felt refreshing to know that this woman loved me as much as I did and had, in fact, loved me for a long time. Things were starting to fall into place. Meeting her was a miracle. I had to admit that to myself. Ignoring the ups and downs, she was really a blessing to me. Somehow, she has made me a better version of myself to her and my family. With her, I'd been able to afford a whole lot and I found out the truth about my father's life and how he was killed. I couldn't tell her. This was top secret but there was someone else I could tell. Someone who knew
SCARLETT. I had been pacing about the living room when I caught a glimpse of a black, matte Maserati stopping in front of my house. I had paused, wondering who it was, and when a familiar figure came out of the car, dressed impeccably and looking like he hadn't gone through a series of tortures from the man I hated most in the world, my heart flew. The glass of brandy I had been holding slipped into my hand and crashed to the floor as I burst into a fit of tears while still running toward him. Just as I opened the door, he was there, standing before me with a smile and I just knew, I just knew I had to tell him everything. I just knew he meant a lot to me. We were seated on one of the couches and I couldn't just take my hands off him. I touched his face, searched his hands for any form of bruises, and even had to pull his chest up. I covered a hand over my mouth and more tears slipped down my cheeks when I saw the red marks, he had gotten from being constantly electro
FINN."Your father, Fernandez Edwardo, was the Lord of the Dark Knight Mafia," Jason began. "He was the founder of this great foundation. He picked us all up when we needed to be helped. We were wanted for crimes we didn't commit and he stood by us till it was all resolved. We were recruited by him and that was when he created this group. After years of working hard, and putting in sweat and blood, we became one of the most influential Mafia groups in Italy. He finally decided that we extended to other parts of the world and America was one of them."This had to be some sort of movie set I was about to act in, right? This was the script being read out to me? The summary? But I listened."Things went well here and then, when it was time for us to return to base, he met your mother. Eliana. He fell for her. Hard. But one thing he didn'
FINN."Finn Davis?" He frowned. "Trenton Davis's son.""How do you know my father?" I asked and coughed."Damn!" He turned to the men by the door. "Lose him the fuck up!"But Kelvin stopped him. "Why should we do that?! He's my prisoner and he's going to be killed anyway!"The man turned to him with a glare. "You seem to have forgotten your place here, Kelvin. I advise you to step aside if you don't want things to go down wrongly for you.""And who the fuck is he that you want him untied, huh?!" Kelvin grumbled.The man turned to him. "He's the son of our late boss! So you better pay your fucking respects because he's now in charge of everyone as soon as he has been sworn i