Scarlett‘s povI rushed home as fast as I could, my heart pounding in my chest.The moment I stepped inside, my eyes landed on Liam. He had changed into casual clothes, looking effortlessly refined as he sat at the dining table, sipping coffee like he didn’t have a care in the world.Meanwhile, my entire life felt like it was spiraling out of control.Without thinking, I tossed my bag onto the floor and hurried toward him.“Did you check the security footage from back then?” I demanded, my voice slightly breathless. “That footage will prove I didn’t drug you!”Liam didn’t even look up. He just took another slow sip of his coffee, his expression unreadable.My frustration grew.Why wasn’t he saying anything?Before I could press him further, the butler, standing nearby, calmly responded in his place.“That hotel was hosting a national conference at the time,” he explained. “For security reasons, the government disabled all the surveillance cameras. There’s no footage available.”My sto
Scarlett's POVI didn’t want to go.Everything in me screamed to stay in the room, wrap myself in a blanket, and pretend that Liam and his stupid rules didn’t exist. But ever since I met him, my life never seemed to go as planned, did it? Instead, I had to force myself up, get dressed, and leave the house.And all because of some stupid bedding.With a sigh, I pulled on my coat and grabbed my bag. I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor, tapping my fingers impatiently against my thigh. My mind was still tangled in the mess of trying to track down my only witness from that night at the hotel. If I could just find him, I could finally prove my innocence.The elevator chimed softly, and the doors slid open. I stepped out into the lobby, adjusting my bag on my shoulder as I made my way toward the entrance of the community.The air brushed against my skin as I walked outside. Just as I was about to take another step forward, a sleek sports car sped past me.
Scarlett’s POVMy mouth opened, but no sound came out. I just kept staring at the coffee-stained sheets in horror.I knew I had to say something, but my throat felt tight, like my own words were betraying me. My heart pounded so loudly that I was sure the entire store could hear it.The manager took a step closer. “I asked you a question, Miss. Do you have any idea how much that set costs?”My lips moved, but only one word came out, barely above a whisper. “…What?”The manager let out a frustrated sigh, as if he was dealing with an idiot. “One hundred thousand dollars. Each.”I glanced around at the mess—at least ten sets of luxurious bedding, all ruined. A million dollars. A million dollars for some sheets? My head spun, the number too absurd to even process.“I…” My voice barely came out. “Can I… maybe pay in installments?”For a second, the manager just stared at me. Then he let out a sharp, cruel laugh, his eyes filling with disgust.“In installments?” he repeated mockingly. “Oh,
Scarlett’s POVIn that moment, the store was silent. No one dared to move. No one dared to speak.Liam's anger was ice-cold. Not the kind that burned out fast but the kind that destroyed everything in its path.The manager opened his mouth as if to explain, but one look at Liam and he shut it just as quickly.Then, without warning, Liam swept his arm across the counter, sending stacks of folded linens crashing to the floor with a loud thud that echoed through the store.The attendants gasped. The manager flinched.But Liam didn’t stop there. He grabbed an entire shelf of pillows and flung them down. The once-pristine store was now a disaster. And Liam still didn’t look like he was done.His eyes flickered across the room and landed on a man standing in the corner, holding a steaming cup of coffee.Before I could have time to process what was happening, Liam marched over and snatched the cup from the man’s hand, then walked back to the ruined bedding.Without hesitation, he tipped the
Scarlett's POV I didn’t expect Liam to react like that. One second, I had told him thank you. Simple words. Nothing fancy. Just… thank you. But his eyes snapped to mine as though I had thrown something sharp at him. For the first time in forever, he looked genuinely surprised.He folded his arms across his chest, tilted his head slightly. "You’re really thanking me?" His voice dropped low, like he couldn’t believe what he just heard.I opened my mouth to say something, maybe to brush it off, maybe to explain why, but just then, my phone buzzed loudly in my pocket.Glancing at the screen, I saw that my mother’s name flashed there.Liam didn’t move, still staring at me like he was waiting for an answer. I swallowed and looked away, answering the call."Scarlett," my mother’s voice came sharp and breathless, like she had been rushing. "Rosa got in. She’s going to the International Fashion Week."I blinked, confused. "What? Fashion Week?""Yes!" she said quickly. "In two days! She’s bee
Scarlett's POV By the time we finally stepped off the plane, I felt drained. Like all the air had been sucked out of me. Hours of sitting still and pretending to be calm, while inside my mind was running a hundred miles a minute. I didn’t even care about the luxurious first-class seats or the overly polite attendants. My head just felt stuffed full of cotton.The sun outside was sharp and bright, too hot against my skin. It made everything feel too real. Too loud. Too exposed.Lined up right outside the terminal were rows of sleek black cars, their engines humming softly like they were breathing in sync. They weren’t regular taxis. Oh no. They were those shiny, special ones, like the kind you see only in movies. Drivers in perfectly pressed uniforms stood waiting beside them, opening doors like we were celebrities.My mom grabbed my arm the second we stepped forward. “Scarlett, stay close, alright?” Her grip was tight. A little too tight, honestly.But I didn’t argue. I just nodded
Scarlett's POV People around me wouldn’t stop whispering. Their voices grew louder and louder, mixing together like waves crashing over my head, making it impossible to ignore.“Oh my goodness! It's really Liam DeLuca…”“I heard he took out a whole group in one night.”“They say no one crosses him and lives to tell about it. He’s really dangerous, and he has no emotions.”The words hit me one after another, sinking in deeper than they should, like needles pricking beneath my skin. My hands started to shake.I stood perfectly still, gripping my bag like it was the only thing holding me together. On the outside, I might have looked calm, blank even, but inside, I was shaking so bad I felt like my knees would give out.Liam was no longer just standing at a spot; he had started moving, walking through the crowd like he didn’t see anyone at all. It was as if the noise, the flashing cameras, and the whispers didn’t even register.All of a sudden, he came to a halt and his eyes locked right
Scarlett's POV By the time I stepped out of the men’s restroom, it felt like the world had changed. Everything outside was still the same, with crowds bustling, cameras flashing, and voices rising. But inside me, everything felt too loud, too sharp, like my heart had been rattling against my ribs for hours.Keeping my head down, I weaved through the crowd, ignoring the bright lights and the hum of voices buzzing around me. I didn’t even care who saw me anymore. All I wanted was to get out of here.But of course, life didn’t let me off that easily.My phone suddenly buzzed hard in my hand, and I didn’t even need to check to know it was Liam.I hesitated for a moment, but there was no point avoiding him, so I picked up the call.“Where the hell are you?” His voice came sharp, like it cut right through the noise surrounding me. It sounded calm on the surface, but I could sense the underlying intensity.“I… I’m outside,” I stammered, keeping my eyes on the ground. “Near the back.”There
Scarlett's POV I never thought Michael would actually find me.Not here. Not in this house—his house, technically. The one Liam bought for me like a gift I never asked for, like a cage made of glass.When I first heard the knock, I told myself it was nothing. Maybe a delivery. A mistake. But something about it made my chest tighten. There was something certain about the way the knock sounded, like the person behind the door knew exactly who was inside.Still, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I opened it.It was really Michael. Standing there like a memory I had spent the past week trying to forget.He looked breathless. Shocked. Then his eyes locked on mine, and they filled with something raw—not just shock, but something like relief. Like just seeing me had knocked the breath out of him.His gaze moved past me, scanning the hallway. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Is anyone else here?”I shook my head.The second I did, he stepped forward and pulled me into a hug
Michael's POV That night, the moment Liam’s car disappeared into the darkness with Scarlett in it, I knew something was very wrong.It wasn’t just the way he drove off like a madman, or the way Scarlett looked at me one last time before slamming the door shut behind her. It was something deeper than that. Something sickening in my gut that told me Liam and Scarlett were involved in something I didn’t understand.I ran to my car and tried to follow them, but I wasn’t fast enough. By the time I reached the edge of the road, his taillights were nothing but red smudges swallowed by the horizon.And just like that, she was gone.I parked the car and sat there in silence, my hands shaking on the steering wheel, struggling to breathe. The weight in my chest felt like someone had punched straight through my ribs and crushed my lungs with their bare hands.I should have stopped her. Damn it, I should have fought harder. But all I did was let her go.The guilt didn’t come slowly. It hit me all
Scarlett's POV The first thing I felt was the sharp pain in my hand. A dull ache, like something foreign pulled at my skin. As I blinked, my eyes slowly adjusted to soft lighting, and the world around me came into clearer view.I was in the bedroom, with the curtains drawn halfway, letting bits of sunlight to filter in. A quiet beeping sound echoed near my head—steady, calm.I then noticed an IV drip in my hand. And Liam… was asleep beside me, his head resting gently on my arm.My whole body went stiff. The weight of everything came rushing back in one painful wave—his rage, the beach, the shouting, the bruises, the sex, the way my body gave out on me… and then darkness.My breath caught in my throat, and without thinking, I recoiled.Liam stirred immediately. His head jerked up. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, met mine.For a split second, he just stared. Then something wild lit up in his face—relief, joy, something else I couldn’t name.“You’re awake,” he whispered, reaching up
Liam's POV I didn’t remember dialing the number. My fingers just moved on their own, like they knew what needed to be done before I did. My throat burned as I barked into the phone.“Get the doctor. Now. Private, discreet, and fast.”I didn’t wait for a response. I dropped the phone on the floor and fell to my knees beside the bed.Scarlett was too still. Her lips were slightly open, and her lashes rested like feathers against her cheeks. Her chest rose and fell so shallowly that it made me sick.I reached for her hand. It was warm, but limp.“Come on,” I whispered, moving her hair away from her face. “Don’t do this. Don’t pull this shit, Scarlett. Not with me.”The door suddenly burst open behind me, and when I looked up, James stood in the doorway.He stood frozen as he took in the scene before him.I didn’t need to explain because the room spoke for itself—clothes torn and scattered across the floor, pillows thrown, sheets twisted, and Scarlett… lying unconscious.His eyes went wi
Liam's POV I had never felt panic like that before. It started with a call from James. He said Scarlett had gone to her father’s house. At first, I thought she had gone there to visit her family, so I tried to be calm. Gave her the benefit of the doubt.But then hours went by, and she still hadn't come back. I even called her several times, but there was no answer. That was when something in me snapped. My chest started tightening with every minute as I anxiously paced back and forth in my study.Suddenly, James appeared near the front door like he sensed the tension cutting through the air.“Where is Scarlett?” I barked. “Why isn't she back yet? It's getting late!”James flinched. “Mr. Liam, I… I thought she would be back on time, so I didn't bother…”“So you just let her walk out?!” I slammed my hand against the wall. “Are you blind or just stupid, James?!”“I didn’t see her leave…”“I don’t pay you to see,” I growled. “I pay you to watch. Find out when exactly she left the house.
Scarlett's POV I didn’t know how to answer Liam's question. His words hung in the air like smoke, thick and choking. They pressed down on my chest until I couldn’t breathe.What could I possibly say? Admit that I still cared for Michael? That I didn’t know what I felt? That I was confused and overwhelmed and caught between a past that never let me go and a present that terrified me?My mouth opened, but nothing came out.In that moment, Liam stepped forward slowly, his eyes scanning mine. His jaw clenched, and then, out of nowhere, his hand clamped down on my shoulder and pushed me back.I collided with the wall with a hard thud, a sharp gasp escaping me as my hands shot up in reflex.“L-Liam… what are you…”His palm was on my throat before I could finish. It felt cold and tight, pressing down on me.“So it’s really true?” he growled. “You have feelings for your damn brother-in-law? That’s the man you’ve been writing about in your stupid novel?”My heart dropped.“No. Liam, please ca
Scarlett's POV The words were right there—balanced on the tip of my tongue, trembling with everything I didn’t know how to say.But just as I opened my mouth to answer Michael’s question, a violent roar tore through the night like thunder. Headlights exploded across the windshield, searing white light swallowing us whole. My hand flew up to shield my eyes, feeling my heart hammering against my ribs.Michael winced, leaning forward with a scowl. “What the hell…”Then I saw it.That plate. That damn license plate.My breath caught in my throat, and my blood ran cold. I didn’t need to read the numbers twice. It was Liam.Panic punched me so hard I couldn’t breathe.My phone started buzzing again, vibrating in my hand like it was trying to escape. I didn’t want to answer. God, I didn’t want to. But I knew better than to ignore him. Especially not now. Not after he had found us.I answered with a shaky breath. “Liam...”His voice was as cold as ice shattering against concrete. “You really
Scarlett's POV I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.The second those words left his mouth—“Will you please forgive me?”—my eyes immediately dropped to the floor of the car like they were too heavy to lift.I wasn’t ready for that question. I wasn’t ready for him.I had waited so long for him to remember me. I had hoped for it, and prayed for it in the dark corners of my room when no one could hear me cry. But now that he was here, fully awake, fully aware… I was the one who felt lost.Too many years had passed. Too many wounds had layered over the old ones.My chest ached in places I didn’t even know could hurt.“I…” I swallowed hard, still avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know, Michael.”His hand stayed wrapped around mine, strong and steady, but I felt the slight tremble in it. I could feel the tension radiating off him. He was scared. Scared I would pull away for good.A gust of wind slipped through the slightly open window, carrying in the smell of sea salt and night. I closed my e
Michael's POV I was trying so hard to keep my eyes on the road, but my mind was miles ahead.The soft hum of the car engine was the only thing between us. But it didn’t feel empty. It felt full, like there were a thousand things waiting to be said, and neither of us knew where to begin.Like I said before, I didn’t know what I was doing or where we were going to go. Not exactly. But I knew one thing for certain was that I wasn’t taking her back to that house.I wasn’t driving her back to those people who called themselves family. Not after what I had seen. Not after what they had done.She needed a new home. A safe place. Something clean. Something hers.And I had the means to give her all of it.Everything I owned—my company, my assets, my resources—they didn’t mean anything if I couldn’t use them to protect her. To rebuild what I helped break. If Scarlett was willing, I would give her everything.Just then, a soft voice broke through my thoughts. “Michael… you still haven't told me