SCARLETT. Finn swerved into the parking lot before cruising to a halt when he got to the valet parking. He killed the engine and stepped down from the car before coming over to the other side and opening the door for me. I stepped down and smiled at him. "Follow my lead, okay?" He nodded before turning to give the valet man the keys to the car. "Ma'am," He greeted her with a slight bow. It was common among Korean people. Bowing while greeting. I was surprised that he recognized me. He was used to seeing a lot of people. "How are you?" "Very well, ma'am. You look good." I noticed Finn flashed him a glare and, luckily for us, the valet man didn't see it. We both walked to the entrance and as we waited for the glass rotating doors, I turned to him with a stern look. "Why did you stare at him like that when he complimented me?" "He sounded cheesy. I couldn't help it," "Cheesy?" I scoffed. "That was just a compliment. Well, now is the time. Yo
SCARLETT. The room was lit up with low-hanging crystal chandeliers and built-in bulbs. The tables were clean and a few were occupied by patrons. The empty ones had two champagne flutes on either side, squeaky clean and glinting under the lights. Ivory-colored napkins were neatly folded into the cups and the table was covered in navy blue taffeta material, laced with silver and gold thread. "This place is really beautiful," Finn said as he walked behind me. I nodded. "Indeed it is." "Must be really expensive," "That, too," One of the waiters saw us standing by one of the tables and he walked to us and bowed politely. "How may I be of help to you, ma'am, sir?" I was surprised that he didn't recognize me, but it was for good. The other waiters and waitresses knew who I was and didn't hide the fact that they did. It was tiring most times. But this young dude was like a breath of fresh air and if I hadn't been with Finn, maybe I would have asked him
SCARLETT. As soon as the waiter left, I turned back to face Finn. He seemed more interested in his phone now that the room was empty. I closed my eyes and stared down at the menu card, just to distract myself. I didn't have a phone to distract myself with. I had totally forgotten that my phone had crashed since yesterday. It was easy to forget because most of my work was done on the system in my room or the living room or my study. Yes, I had three desktops to work on different parts of the house. And I had been solely avoiding getting a new phone just because I didn't want to pick up calls from either my parents or Kelvin. Just as I had that train of thought, it hit me that my parents would be extremely worried that I wasn't taking their calls and coming over to my apartment. I hated them visiting. I couldn't bear their judgment of my choice of interior decoration. It wasn't something to hassle over but my parents, most especially my mother, made it a point of du
FINN. It is annoying that I can not stay mad at her for so long. Watching her speak to the waiter has me smiling, but I hope she doesn't see it. She stuttered over some French words and laughed and I swore, that was the most beautiful sound I'd heard in my whole life. I got so lost that I didn't realize that she was done talking with the waiter. "Back to earth, Finn." Scarlett snapped her fingers in front of me. I blinked shortly before nodding and looking up at the waiter. "I'd have what she's having," "That's boring. You need something exciting." "No, thanks. I guess that since you frequent this place a lot, you'd have an idea of what tastes good." "Our tastes might be different." She says with a shrug. Her eyes are smiling and I know she's no longer angry. "I'd rather stick with yours than try out something I might not like," I replied politely. The waiter cleared his throat and I looked up at him. "Sir, I trust you, all our meals are top-notch. I am s
SCARLETT. I watched the waiter get a cleaner to clean up the mess while exchanging knowing smiles with Finn. He leaned back against his seat and kept tapping the table till they were done and they all left. Finn peered down at the plate before him, looking utterly confused. He picked up his fork and began to touch it slowly. "Careful. You'll ruin it," I said to him. He looked up at me. "What's this?" I laughed. "That's fresh burrata with prosciutto di Parma," "Fuck does that mean?" I burst in laughter, nearly losing control of myself, but I fanned myself with my hands and stopped. "Eat it with your hands, okay? It's more enjoyable that way." Finn shook his head and let his fork down gently. He looked at his side into the tiny basket that had been set beside him. It had toasted bread smeared with olive oil contained in it. "At least, this is what I can eat." He said, and picked up a perfectly cut slice, before taking a bite. My hand paused in the air as I wat
FINN. I had opened up memories I had decided to lock up with me in the past just because I wanted to sound inspirational. I looked down at my unfinished plate of gnocchi and forked it into my mouth before laughing and shaking my head. "Why are you laughing?" Scarlett asked. I looked up at her and shook my head. "Nothing much. Just remembered something." She nodded and went back to her food. I was taken back to the times I spent with Ginny. She was my first love and I don't think I'd ever get over her. We used to be such a good pair, going everywhere together, spending time together. I met her one day at the yearly fair and we bonded immediately. I learned that she used to love to travel and she made sure to talk to me about it every day. I wasn't a fan of traveling. In fact, I loved my home so much and the idea of traveling didn't really appeal to me. But she left. I looked at Scarlett. She seemed to be enjoying her meal. I smiled. She noticed I was looking
FINN. Just as I was about to take off my shirt, my phone buzzed in my pocket. This brought me back to the reality of the fact that I haven't received a call for the past few days. I don't get so many calls so I'm guessing it's either from my mother, Raya, whom I haven't called since I came here, or maybe a client I worked for needing my services. One of my guesses is correct. It is Raya. Before I pick up her call, I close my eyes and say a silent prayer as I wait to be berated. I picked up the call and brought my phone to my ears, immediately speaking before she could say a thing. "Hello, lovely sister! I was just about to call you. I guess we think alike, don't we?" "Fuck that, Finn." She snapped. "You weren't going to call. I know how high-pitched your voice gets when you're lying," Man, she knows me through and through. I sighed and leaned against the wall of the small changing room. "I'm sorry, Raya. I've just been really busy." "Really busy that you for
SCARLETT I hated that women stared so much at him with interest. It didn't even matter that he was my chauffeur and bodyguard. I mean, most women loved successful and made men, not caring about their looks, but was why Finn's case different? I understand it. He's crazily attractive and people turn around to stare twice at him. His eyes are the most mesmerizing part of his body after his body. And his build is enough to make several women swoon. I swoon when I see him naked or shirtless or when his muscles flex. His confidence is out of the world and do we even go into the topic of his rich laughter? We're standing in front of the cashier and while making calculations, she keeps glancing at him and tries to start a conversation with him. I find it very annoying, but since he's my bodyguard, I have to act like I have no problem with that. "We should probably get you a ski mask," I said as we walked out of the building and towards our car. Finn had three bags in his
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