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"Easton..” Scarlet breathed. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel blood rushing to her ears. Easton stepped closer, his eyes fixed on her as he held her face in his huge hands. Easton was six foot two and Scarlet was five foot five, so she had to really arch her neck to meet his gaze.“You drive me crazy,” he murmured, his voice low and deep. Before she could respond, his lips crashed on hers in a shattering kiss. Scarlet let out a moan which gave him more room and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Scarlet’s hands instinctively found their way to his chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as his mouth moved against hers. His kiss was hard and desperate as they moved their lips in sync.Easton’s arms slid around her waist, lifting her effortlessly as though she weighed nothing.“Easton!” She giggled. “My darling angel.” He grumbled before closing the gap again. Scarlet gasped against his lips as he gently placed her on the neck of the outdoor chair, the cool
His hands gripped her hips, positioning her beneath him as he unbuckled his belt. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops sent a fresh wave of anticipation through her. Scarlet reached out, her fingers brushing against him as she helped him free himself from his jeans. When she felt the hard length of him, her eyes widened, and a small gasp escaped her lips. “You’re... big,” she managed to say, her cheeks flushing as a sly grin spread across his face. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. Easton positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locking with hers as he slowly pushed inside her. Scarlet gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched her inch by inch. “You’re so tight,” he groaned, his head falling to her shoulder as he fought to keep control. “So perfect.” Scarlet’s breath hitched, her body adjusting to the fullness of him as he filled her completely. “Easton,” she whispered, her vo
The news of Alison Kane's death hit Scarlet like a freight train. She sat up in bed, her exhaustion from the day instantly forgotten. The room felt suffocating as the words. "fatal accident" echoed in her mind.“Alison Kane,” she whispered, her throat dry.Easton glanced at the television, his brow furrowing as he reached for the remote to increase the volume.“…Daily Mail Chief Editor Alison Kane was involved in a tragic car accident late last night. Authorities are investigating the cause of the crash. More updates to come,” the anchor reported.“Shit.” Easton cursed as he pulled out his phone to dial Kai’s line. He knew that whatever happened would come back to Scarlet, the fact being that she publicly apologized to her.Scarlet felt a cold chill run down her spine. It was just weeks ago when Alison had publicly apologized to her after that article that had tarnished Scarlet's reputation, but now… now the timing of this tragedy felt too coincidental.Easton noticed the way her han
Kai burst into Easton’s office, his face pale, and a tablet clutched tightly in his hand. “You need to see this,” he said, his voice tight with urgency.Easton, still shrugging off his coat from their recent trip, sighed heavily. He had hoped the chaos would have calmed by now. Instead, he wished they had never returned. He snatched the tablet from Kai and pressed play.The video showed Alison Kane—disheveled, tears streaking her face—speaking directly into the camera. “They threatened me,” she sobbed. “I don’t feel safe. If anything happens to me, it won’t be an accident.”The video ended, leaving a tense silence in the room. Easton’s jaw clenched as Kai leaned over to point at the tablet. “It’s everywhere, sir. The comments are… bad. Really bad.”“Why? What are they saying?” Easton sat down and threaded his fingers together. “It's like someone is intentionally drawing the attention to Miss Frost.” Kai pushed his glasses forward. “I expected that,” Easton responded as he opened t
“Are you sure this is the place?” Aria asked, her voice laced with skepticism as she glanced around the dimly lit hallway. Scarlet clutched her old phone tightly in one hand while gripping Aria’s hand with the other. The building was far from reassuring—cracked walls, flickering lights, and an unmistakable smell of mildew filled the air. “This is the address,” Scarlet murmured, her eyes scanning the peeling numbers on the apartment doors. “It has to be.” “Where the fuck did you find such a creepy place? We could have just asked your man to work some magic.” “Then I wouldn't be helping. I want this to be his gift before the event in two days.”“I doubt he'll get it. Our body parts might be possible.” Aria commented, making Scarlet shake her head.“You're overreacting. It's going to be okay.” Aria huffed, pulling her jacket tighter around her. “The things I do for you, woman. Seriously, if this turns into some horror movie scene, I’m not running. I’ll just fall and die then hun
Scarlet’s eyes locked on the picture frame, her hand trembling as she picked it up. “What?” Her mouth opened in shock. It was like seeing a ghost come to life. The woman in the photo smiled warmly, her face so familiar it made Scarlet’s chest ache. Her breath quickened, her heart pounding in disbelief.They had met in their usual meeting spot to finalize the designs for the show, which was two days away. Scarlet felt fatigued, so she began walking around the room to watch the designs she didn't get a chance to see. However, seeing the woman in the picture was beyond her wildest dreams. She remembered her face so clearly. The beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair. She was like an angel walking the face of the earth. Scarlet blinked a few times wondering if she had just imagined it.“Easton…” she whispered, barely able to get the words out. “Where did you get this?”Easton looked up from the desk, instantly noticing the change in her tone. His brow furrowed in concern as he approached h
“You've done a great job so far.” Amanda praised as Scarlet sat in her office. It was now one day before the main event and Amanda had called Scarlet over to her office. As she walked in, she had her heart in her throat so hearing the most strict manager praise threw her off and she was taken aback.But she couldn't deny the fact that it felt good that all her hard work didn't go unnoticed because if there was something Easton had done since she joined the company, it was giving her hell and made her work like a donkey. He had stopped abruptly but that didn't erase the harsh memory she had.“Thank you. Though I must say I'm a little nervous.” Scarlet brushed the strand of hair behind her ear. Amanda, ever so poised and controlled, gave her a small nod, “That's normal. But seeing how well you've done despite the challenges that kept coming, I must say I'm impressed by you and Easton made the right choice.” “Thank you.” Scarlet smiled, not knowing what else to say. Amanda nodded and
“He's busy, I'm afraid” Kai responded, not even bothering to look up from his computer. Jade fumed, “When he marries me, your ass is the first one I'll fire!” She stomped past him and opened Easton's office.Kai laughed as he watched her walk away angrily. Easton hadn't given any restrictions but he couldn't help but provoke her. It was his cup of tea. Jade had been restless the entire time since Dante left. She couldn't even bring herself to ask her father for help because he would surely not give her any peace. After her calls went unanswered, she decided to visit his office and check if he knew about what she had done. “Hi, Easton.” She smiled brightly as she stepped forward. Easton didn't look up from his computer where he was typing away. “Hi.” He responded flatly. Jade waited and waited but when she saw that he wouldn't speak to her, she blurted out, “I just... I can’t shake the guilt,” Jade began her voice shaking as she stopped pacing and turned to face him.Easton loo
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Ten years later…The Black estate was alive with laughter and warmth, a stark contrast to the cold, intimidating mansion it had once been. “It wasn’t me!” Michael Black, once known for his gruff and no-nonsense demeanor, had long since abandoned any illusion of control in his household. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, sipping his morning coffee, and watching the chaos unfold in the garden below. His ten-year-old daughter, Sophia, a whirlwind of energy with her mother’s stubbornness and his sharp mind, was currently chasing her younger brother, Eli, around the backyard. Eli, at six years old, was just as mischievous as his sister, but with a charm that let him get away with just about anything—especially with his mother. Vivian had always been a force to be reckoned with, but as a mother, she was even more terrifyingly devoted. Michael smirked as he watched her from the window. She was standing with Scarlet, laughing as she scolded Sophia for attempting
“What is going on?” Vivian asked, her voice laced with curiosity as Michael carefully led her outside, his large hands covering her eyes. “Just trust me,” he murmured near her ear, his deep voice sending a familiar shiver down her spine. Vivian huffed but didn’t argue. She could feel the cool evening breeze against her skin and the soft sound of music in the background. The scent of roses filled the air, mingling with something delicious—her stomach grumbled in anticipation. Finally, Michael stopped his hands slowly slipping away from her face. Vivian blinked as her vision adjusted, and when she finally took in what was before her, her breath hitched. The backyard had been transformed into something straight out of a dream. A large mattress covered in rose petals was nestled under twinkling fairy lights, and a beautifully set dinner table stood nearby, illuminated by the soft glow of candles. A huge screen was set up, ready to play what she assumed was one of their favorite
The grand estate was transformed into a dream-like setting, decorated in soft hues of pink and blue. Fairy lights twinkled in the trees, and elegant floral arrangements adorned every corner of the sprawling garden. A large "Baby Black" banner hung over the beautifully arranged dessert table, where an assortment of sweets and a magnificent tiered cake waited to be cut. Michael had spared no expense, ensuring the event was perfect. Vivian, of course, had demanded something extravagant, and he had gladly complied. Vivian stood in the center of it all, glowing, her six-month baby bump accentuated by a flowing satin dress that curved just below her bust. She had chosen a shimmering gold gown, refusing to blend into the pink and blue theme. Her hair had been turned into soft curls, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. Michael, ever the grumpy billionaire, stood beside her in a white shirt and black pants, looking both inpatient and ridiculously handsome. Vivian had complained a
Michael unlocked the door to their home. A cake in one hand and flowers in another.His mind still running through his conversation with Easton. Foot rubs, space, asking what she needed—it all felt a little… too simple. But he’d try. He needed to try. The moment he stepped inside, he was hit with the scent of freshly baked cookies. He paused, taking a slow breath. His heart rate quickened. Was she really baking? Vivian didn’t exactly strike him as the domestic type. His curiosity led him further into the house, and that’s when he saw her. Vivian stood by the kitchen counter, a wide grin on her face, clearly waiting for his reaction. Her apron was askew, flour streaked on her cheek, but she looked happier than he’d seen her in days. “Michael!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with excitement. “I made cookies! I thought you’d like them.” “Really? I got you your cake and some flowers.” Micheal responded, hesitation filling his voice as he searched for a reaction.Vivian’s smil
Michael sat across from Easton at a secluded café, nursing a cup of coffee. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands kept fidgeting as if he had no idea what to do with them. His mind was racing, but he was at a complete loss. Easton sat back in his chair, eyes scanning the menu as if Michael wasn’t about to have a mental breakdown in front of him. Finally, he looked up, raising an eyebrow as he studied his older brother. “You look like shit,” Easton said with a smirk, clearly not concerned with Michael’s state of mind. Michael glared at him. “You always have a way with words, don’t you?” Easton chuckled and leaned forward, folding his arms across his chest. “So, what’s going on? The great Michael Black losing his cool over a pregnancy?” Michael huffed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I can’t do anything right, Easton. She cries all the time, and I don’t know how to handle it. Everything I do seems to upset her. I just want her to be happy.”Easton raised
Michael’s grip tightened on his pen as his phone vibrated again. He ignored it. For the past thirty minutes, Vivian had been bombarding him with messages—most of them utterly useless. Vivian: [Where’s the cup?]Michael: [Kitchen.] Vivian:[Where are the plates?]Michael: [Same place as the cups.] Vivian:[Should I bring you lunch?]Michael: [No.]Vivian:[Why not?]Michael inhaled sharply, fighting the urge to rub his temples. He was in a high-stakes meeting with top executives, discussing a billion-dollar deal, and his wife was acting like a toddler. They had moved into a new home because she hated penthouses and apartments. So he had built her a house she could turn into a home but now he was regretting having had everything done. He should have let her decorate to keep her busy. Another buzz. Vivian:[What are you doing?] Michael clenched his jaw. [Working.]Vivian: [Boring. Want me to send you a funny picture?]He didn’t reply. Two seconds later— Buzz.He g
6 months later….“Vivian, please! You have to talk to your husband!"Vivian held the phone away from her ear, staring at it like it had personally offended her. She sighed, reclining further into the oversized armchair, her silk nightgown draping over her six-month belly. Her father’s frantic voice continued. “He’s taken everything! The company, the house—do you hear me? I have nothing left! Your sister's savings for her tuition!" Vivian swirled the fresh orange juice in her glass, utterly unimpressed. “Mmm. That does sound like a problem.” "Vivian Chen!”“It's Mrs Black. Don't make me lose my temper this morning.”“Right. Right. You see you're his wife make him reverse it!” Vivian had no idea what Micheal had done but she was bored and would enjoy every moment of it. She sighed dramatically. "Oh, I’m sorry. I should be more understanding. After all, when I needed help, everyone rushed to my aid, didn’t they? Oh wait—no one did.” "This isn’t funny! Tell Michael to stop this
The room felt impossibly small despite how grand the ceremony was. Vivian’s pulse thundered in her ears as the priest began speaking, his voice a distant sound compared to the storm of emotions within her.So this was happening. Instead of being sold to an old hag, she was now marrying a stranger who she had a one night with. It's not the best option, but it's definitely the lesser evil. Michael’s hand remained wrapped around hers—firm, warm, unshaking.He looked like he was sure about this. Calm and collected while her mind was going wild, and she was about to go insane from the number of thoughts that were spinning in her head. Doubts. Fear. Uncertainty. He had always been a mystery, with a strong aura she folded to. Yet, standing here, the certainty in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. This was real.The priest cleared his throat. "The couple has chosen to exchange personal vows. Michael, you may begin."“We have?” Vivian blurted out, making everyone chuckle. It was li