Scarlett's POV The next morning, I was surprised when my phone rang and I saw that it was my mother on the line. For a long moment, I just stared at it. It had been a while since the last time we spoke, and I was wondering why she was calling now.After the third ring, I finally answered."Scarlett," she said, voice clipped and sharp. "Meet me at the café on Main Street at ten o’clock."There was no hello. No warmth. Just a demand."Mom, I…"Before I could finish, she had already ended the call.I swallowed, my chest tightening. I didn’t know what I was walking into, but something told me it wasn’t going to be good.Liam was in the office when I had to call him to ask for permission."You want to go where?" His voice was low, calm, but I wasn’t stupid enough to mistake that for softness."My mother called. She wants to see me," I said carefully.There was a pause."Liam?""I heard you," he said. "And the answer is no."I squeezed the phone tighter. "Liam, she’s my mother. I just…""
Scarlett's POV The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I had pushed too far.Rosa's face twisted, her hands curling into fists. For a second, I thought she would scream at me. Maybe slap me.But I never expected her to throw the coffee.The cup flew so fast I barely saw it coming. One second, it was sitting neatly in front of her, steam rising from its surface. The next, it was crashing against my forehead, sending a wave of burning liquid over my face and down my hair.Pain exploded in my skull as the cup hit hard, bouncing off before shattering onto the floor.A sudden gasp echoed through the café.I heard my mother’s voice—shaky, panicked. "Oh my God. Rosa!"A wave of heat spread over my skin, dripping down my neck and soaking into my shirt. My breath caught in my throat.For a moment, the world around me blurred.I touched my forehead, feeling the sticky warmth of coffee mixed with something else. Blood.I blinked quickly, my heart racing, trying to push past the shock.The wh
Scarlett's POV In that moment, I finally understood everything.Why Rosa had chosen a crowded café.Why she had suddenly taken off her sunglasses.Why she had looked so calm, so confident, like she already knew how the story would end.It was all part of her plan.She wanted witnesses.She wanted an audience.She wanted to make sure everyone saw me as the villain.And she had succeeded.Now that her little show was over, she played the part of the poor, wounded sister. She sniffled, wiped away invisible tears, then turned and walked out, with our mother following right behind her.They left me there, sitting alone, drenched in humiliation.People whispered. Stared. Some pretended not to, but I could feel their eyes on me, feel their judgement like knives digging into my skin.Scarlett Wells, the homewrecker.Scarlett Wells, the pathetic sister trying to steal her brother-in-law.Scarlett Wells, the disgrace.I forced myself to stand, my legs shaky. My forehead throbbed, my skin still
Scarlett's POV Liam was like a wild beast.His grip on my throat was unforgiving, his fingers squeezing tightly, cutting off my air. My hands clawed at his wrist, my body twisting in a desperate, useless struggle.My lungs burned. My vision darkened at the edges. I couldn't breathe."Liam," I choked, but the words barely came out, broken and weak.His face was so close. "Do you think I’m playing, Scarlett?" he whispered, his voice low and deadly. "Do you think I won’t break you?"Fear surged through me as I struggled to speak, forcing out shattered words. "I… am not… what you… think…"His grip tightened. For a split second, I thought—this is it. He’s going to kill me.But then—"Sir, stop! Please, stop!" The voice cut through the suffocating air, sharp and desperate.But Liam didn’t let go.If anything, his grip tightened, his knuckles turning white, his jaw clenching as his furious gaze snapped towards James.His voice was dangerously low. "Who the hell do you think you are?"Jame
Scarlett's POV Before I could answer Liam's question, his fingers suddenly brushed against my forehead, his touch shockingly gentle given the storm in his eyes.His gaze darkened as he took in the swelling. "She did this to you too?"His voice was calm, too calm, the kind of calm that sent a shiver through me.I nodded.Liam didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.He simply pulled out his phone.I felt his rage before I heard it. The tension in his body, the way his jaw clenched, the slight tremor in his fingers as he pressed the call button—it was the kind of fury that didn’t burn out.It destroyed.The moment the call connected, his voice turned sharp, dangerous. "Make sure every single one of Rosa’s sponsors pulls out their investments. I don’t want to see her in the public eye ever again."The person on the other end hesitated. "Mr. Liam, Rosa has powerful backers in the industry. Pulling her sponsors is one thing, but making sure she never appears again… That will take time."Lia
Scarlett's POV The room was quiet, except for the faint sound of breathing and the occasional shift of fabric against the sheets.Liam’s arm was wrapped tightly around me, his hold unshakable, his body pressed against mine as if even in sleep, he refused to let go.I lay there, blinking at the ceiling, my body sore, my mind a tangled mess.I was used to waking up alone. For years, I had gotten used to the emptiness beside me, the cold sheets, the feeling that I was always alone in this world.But Liam was… different. Even in sleep, he held onto me like I was something that belonged to him.Taking a deep breath, I carefully tried to pry his fingers away, hoping to slip out from under his grip.But the second I moved, his hold tightened, his arm locking around my waist like iron shackles.I froze. Was he awake?I tilted my head slightly, studying his face, but his breathing was deep, steady—he was still asleep.Even now, even without thinking, he was possessive.A wave of frustration w
Scarlett's POVLetting my phone ring, I stared at Rosa’s name flashing on the screen. The sound was loud, grating, filling the quiet room like an unwanted presence.I really didn’t want to hear her voice. I didn’t want to hear her lies, her screaming, her endless blame.With a sharp breath, I ended the call.Not even two seconds passed before my screen lit up again.Rosa Calling.I inhaled sharply through my nose as I declined it.Three seconds later.Rosa Calling.I clenched my jaw, pressing decline with more force than necessary.Another ring. And another. And another.I threw my phone onto the couch, watching as it vibrated against the cushions, buzzing like an angry wasp.Then the texts started.“Pick up the damn phone, Scarlett.”“I swear, if you don’t answer me…”“You think you can just block me out? Are you serious?”I took a deep breath, forcing myself to ignore her. But she wasn’t done.“You are such a pathetic little brat. I always knew you were jealous of me, but this? Wow.
Scarlett’s POVI sat frozen, my breath stuck in my throat. My fingers gripped the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I must have misheard him. There was no way he meant that.“Dad,” I whispered, my voice barely coming out. “Can you… can you repeat what you just said?”His answer was even harsher this time, cutting straight through me like a blade.“I said if your sister doesn’t get her job back, then we are no longer father and daughter.”A loud clack followed as he hung up.The sound echoed in my ears. The silence that followed felt suffocating, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t lift.I stared at the screen, the call ended, his name still there. It was all too real. I wasn’t dreaming.A sharp, stinging pain settled in my chest, spreading through my body like fire.I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My hands trembled. My heart pounded so hard it hurt.And then, suddenly, my legs gave out. I fell to the floor, my body hitting the cold tiles, but I barely
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