FINN. I woke up as early as five the next morning. Scarlett was still asleep but as soon as she noticed I was no longer on the bed, she whined and called after me. "Where are you, Finn?" I smiled and walked back to her bed with my shirt in my hand. "Here, Scar. I am getting ready to go back. I'll get changed and return before eight." She opened her eyes and turned to face me. She looked so beautiful even with her sleepy face. Her hair fanned out behind her and her arm fell on the side of her waist. She was effortlessly sexy this morning. The duvet sparsely covered her body. Her feet peeked out from underneath the duvet, showing off her cherry-red toenails. She stared at me with a small smile on my face as I drew my slacks up to my waist. Just as I was about to button up, she spoke. "Take them off," I stopped for a brief moment. "Are you being serious right now? You just watched me put them on and now you want me to take them off?" She threw back her c
SCARLETT.I was happy today. I knew why. I welcomed it. I didn't know settling things with Finn could bring this much peace. Yesterday, I had felt really uncomfortable, like there was a heavy weight in my chest and as soon as he agreed to come back, it was lifted off immediately and I felt relieved.Today was a really busy day for me. To take my mind off my problems, I immersed myself in work. During lunch break, I stayed back to make a few calls and after lunch, I decided to take a break. Finn was still in his office, reading a book. I went in and snatched the book from his hand before dumping it on the table beside him. He sighed and looked up at me. "What's up, Scar? I was just reading a very juicy part of this magazine. History of fashion or whatever it's called—""We're going out for lunch.""Huh?" He asked with his brows raised in askance. "You heard me. We're going out for lunch. I missed lunch,"Nodding he folded the page he was reading into a dog eat and stood to his feet
FINN. I was still in the cubicle, waiting and wondering what was taking her so long when I heard a knock on the door. It had to be Teyanna. She was the last person I wanted to see right now. I had told her several times that I wasn't interested in anything she had to offer. It wasn't Teyanna standing before me when I opened the door. It was Scarlett and she looked terribly upset. "Scar, what's wrong?" I asked with concern as I pulled her into the office and shut the door. I made sure to lock it before pulling her into my arms. "Something went wrong, right?" She began to sniffle. Her fingers dug into my suit and she began to sob. "Hey, hey," I whispered, pulling away for a few seconds. She was really crying. I led her to my desk and took a seat before turning her face to look at me. "What's wrong?" "They're serious. I thought it was just something they were using to scare me. But I am really getting engaged to Kevin! I feel like my chest is going to expl
FINN. Throughout the drive to the boutique, Scarlett chattered about everything and nothing. I knew she was doing it to stop herself from thinking too much about whatever was going to happen and I also engaged her while cracking some jokes. It got to a point where she went eerily silent, staying quiet for as long as five minutes. I knew she was deep in thought but I said nothing. "I wonder where she's taking me to," Scarlett said as we drove into a boulevard. I followed his mother's car down a street filled with different luxury shops. She stopped at the last shop at the far end of the street and swerved into the parking lot. I slowed the car down into a cruise before turning to look at her. "Are you sure you want to do this, Scarlett?" She laughed. "Like, I have any option? Let's drive in, please. I have no say in this as it is." Nodding, I drove into the parking lot and parked right behind her car. Just as I shut the engine and stepped out from the car, Sca
SCARLETT. Thinking about the time I spent with my mother gave me nothing but a terrible headache and as Finn drove us back to the penthouse, I decided to rest my head for a bit and maybe stop thinking of all the terrible things that were happening to me. "So we are not driving back to the office, are we?" Finn asked from the front seat. I shook my head weakly. "Finn, I do not have the strength to go back in there and look at the faces of my employees. I might just break down into tears and I do not want them seeing me that way," Before he twisted his neck to look at me, I said. "And please, don't look back. Just drive, okay?" He nodded and continued driving. As soon as we got home, he cruised in through the gates and parked properly before killing the engine. He sighed and turned back to look at me. "You don't look okay at all. I am thinking of going to get my belongings and bringing them back there, but I can't leave you." He was being really sweet right no
SCARLETT. I flopped on the seat beside me and cradled my head in my hands. I was shaking uncontrollably. I felt him take a seat beside me before he gathered me into his arms. "Scar..." He whispered and placed his chin on my head. All I wanted to do right now was cry my eyes out. I needed a release in one way or the other. I tugged at his shirt and continued sobbing until no more tears were left to shed. I remained in his arms for a long time before whispering. "Can you take me to my room, please?" "Of course," He said immediately and helped me up. Just before I could take a step forward, he lifted me in his arms and carried me all the way to my room. He kicked the door open with his foot before laying me on the bed. He turned to leave but I grabbed him by the arm. "Stay. Please." He nodded. "I'll just lock the door, okay? I am not going anywhere." I watched him go to the door and once the locks clicked, he turned back. "I said I wasn't going anywher
FINN. I stared at the tiny splotch of blood on the floor in horror and when I looked back at her, she looked eerily quiet. I shouldn't have yelled at her. But damn, this is scary. I felt really terrible. I walked by her and grabbed her arms gently. "I want you to get cleaned up, I'll get something to wipe the blood off," "Can you not tell Tiffany about this, please?" She asked in a small voice. She sounded so timid and so small. "I won't, Scarlett. Trust me. This is between me and you." She lowered her head and began to sob and immediately, I pulled her into my arms. "I don't know what's wrong, Finn. This is bad, isn't it?" "It is, but it isn't something we can not fix. Okay? What I want us to do tonight is forget about this bullshit. I'll clean this place up. You go get cleaned up and after that, we are going to watch some movies on Netflix while we snack. Is that enough for you to forget about this?" She shrugged. "I have no idea. Maybe we should tr
SCARLETT. I enjoyed the movie. I wasn't sure about Finn, though. He kept complaining about how generic and cringe it was and after the movie, I turned to him. "So, how was it?" "You should know by now that I didn't really enjoy it." I fell back into the chair and placed my feet on his thigh. "It was a nice movie." "Generic. I already knew how things were going to turn out. I hate to watch movies I can predict. It doesn't feel authentic. I like to be kept at the edge of my seat," I burst into laughter. Watching him rant about this movie was really cute. "You should be a director, Finn. At least, you might be able to direct less predictable movies." "I actually wanted to be a director one time in the past. I already planned on attending The Juilliard School, New York University's Tisch School Of The Arts, or the London Academy Of Music And Dramatic Arts," "And you sound like you weren't able to. Why?" He shrugged. "My pops. Things went south and
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