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The tension in the room was suffocating. Scarlet stood near the edge of the room, wringing her hands nervously as Easton paced back and forth. His face was set in a stony expression, but his clenched fists and sharp breaths betrayed the storm brewing inside him.They had rushed Micheal back to the hospital, and it had been a few hours of him being unconscious. Henry and Sky had to stay back and handle the reporters and ensure everything was fine while Easton stayed with Micheal. He asked Scarlet to go home in the meantime, but she refused, saying she would accompany him. “That was so fucking stupid,” Easton finally said, his voice low but seething with restrained anger. He turned to face her, his blue eyes flashing. “No, not just stupid—reckless. What were you thinking, Scarlet?”Scarlet opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat. She looked down, her lips trembling. “I—I thought it was the right thing to do. I didn’t want—”“You didn’t want?” Easton interru
BREAKING NEWS:[HEIR TO BLACK ENTERPRISE WAKES UP AFTER FIVE YEARS AND REUNITES WITH LONG TIME FIANCE JADE ROSS]“It must be true love for her to have waited for so long!”“So dreamy! May this love find me!” “This is like a fairytale come true! Real-life romance!” Scarlet read the comments on the post with a smug look. She knew Jade wasn't a good person, and at the back of her mind, she was worried about Micheal’s choice in a wife. “What has you staring holes into the phone?” A deep voice asked. Scarlet looked up, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Damn girl, am I that easily forgettable?” Dante flashed her one of his perfect smiles. “I'm sorry… I…” Scarlet couldn't remember him because she was drunk at the club when they met. “It's okay, beautiful. You can forget me anytime. I'll always be more than happy to remind you.” He flashed her a perfect white smile, but it only made her raise her eye brow at himSeeing a man of his built and tattooed flashing her a smile made something
“I asked you a damn question!” The room fell into an unbearable silence as Michael’s question hung in the air. Easton stepped forward, his usual composed demeanor cracking under the weight of his brother’s glare. He glared at Jade who looked like she didn't care about what she had done as long as she won Easton over not knowing this Made him dislike her even more.“Michael, listen to me—” “No!” Michael’s voice thundered, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the arms of his wheelchair. “I don’t want your excuses. I want the truth, Easton. Were you in love with her? Are you still in love with her?” “You know I don't. I grew up with her and was fond of her, but that wasn't love. Common now!” “So you're saying she's below your league but good enough for me?” Micheal raised his brow.Easton’s jaw tightened, his lips pressing into a thin line as he looked between his brother and Jade. He debated telling his brother the truth but was worried that he was too in love and wouldn’t believ
Easton found Scarlet sitting on a wooden bench in the small garden outside the hospital. He walked carefully, avoiding the soft rustle of leaves.“Hey,” Easton said, his voice low but shockingly warm.Scarlet looked up, startled, and then quickly averted her gaze. “Hi,” she responded, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. She glanced at him again, searching his piercing blue eyes for any trace of anger. But his face, as always, was unreadable, leaving her unsure of his mood.She sighed, deciding to speak first. “I’m surprised to see you. I thought… you wouldn’t want to after I went behind your back again.” She paused, gauging his reaction, but he said nothing, waiting for her to continue. “If you must know, it was all Michael’s doing. I just came in with the officers after he texted me. Easton, I know how much—”Before she could finish, Easton leaned in, his hand gently cupping her cheek, and pressed his lips to hers.The kiss was soft but charged, pouring in all the emoti
The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity for Scarlet as Easton drove. No matter how fast he went, it still felt like they were moving at a snail's pace. “How much more distance do we have to cover?” Scarlet asked.“Darling, you need to get to the hospital alive to see her so please let me drive at a safe speed,” Easton responded as he swerved at a corner.Scarlet felt her breathing become even more difficult as she wrung her hands feeling guilty. “I’m sorry.” She said under her breath.Easton reached over with one hand and pressed on her knee squeezing it in reassurance. Soon, he turned to the hospital where the caller had told them to go to. It was in the outskirts where Jasmine was participating in a ballet dance. He didn’t even park well when she ran out of the car and rushed to the hospital reception her heart pounding hard in her chest as fear gripped her chest like a powerful vice. “Scarlet Frost. My Daughter uhm, Jasmine Frost was admitted earlier.” Scarlet spoke in a
“Mr. Black? You look shocked. Were you unaware?” The doctor asked.“Doctor. That’s not important! Can we find a donor or do I have to outsource? She may not be my blood, but she is my whole world. I can’t lose her.” Scarlet interrupted him.“I understand, I’ll check through our records for her blood type.” The doctor announced and walked away leaving them just the two of them.“I know you must be angry. But I did tell you she wasn’t yours.” Scarlet whispered.Easton didn’t even get a chance to respond when his phone vibrated. It was his long-time childhood friend who was now a doctor. “I have to take this,” he said to Scarlet as he slid right to answer.Scarlet nodded and walked back to the hospital room. “I’m shocked you picked up.” Danielle teased.“It’s good you called. I actually need you to help me with something. My daughter needs a blood transfusion.” Easton said, getting straight to the point.He didn’t expect that she would call but now that she did, he might as well call in
“Easton!” Daniella screamed, losing her composure in the process. She held him in her hands while his head rested on her lap as she shouted for him to wake up. But he wasn't responding and his tall frame became even heavier as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Seeing this made Danielle look around and scream for help. “Someone get a stretcher!” Danielle shouted. Her hands moved instinctively, checking his pulse and then his breathing. Both were weak, far too weak for someone who was standing so perfectly well and talking. Nurses and other doctors rushed to the scene.Six male nurses appeared with a stretcher, and together, they carefully lifted a heavy Easton onto it. His usually flawless skin was now pale and his lips a little white like someone gave him white soil to chew on.“What happened-” One doctor attempted to ask when she cut him off. “VIP room, now!” Danielle barked. The hospital staff obeyed without hesitation, wheeling Easton into the nearest elevator. Daniell
“What? Do I now get your attention?” Dante smirked, his brown eyes full of mischief Scarlet froze. Her grip on the flowerpot tightened as Dante’s words sank in.“My real parents?” she repeated her voice barely a whisper. The anger in her eyes was quickly replaced by shock and suspicion.Dante stood, his towering frame making the kitchen feel even smaller. He dusted off his jacket, his tattooed arms flexing casually as he took a step toward her. He was a good-looking man that was a fact she couldn’t deny. But there was something about him that told her not to trust him.Was it the constant warning of Easton warning her to stay away from him that was burning in her brain?“Yeah. You heard me,” he said, his tone nonchalant like he didn’t just drop a bomb on her. “Thought you’d want to know, but maybe I was wrong.” He stood and walked towards the door. Scarlet’s heart raced, torn between the overwhelming need to protect her daughter upstairs and the temptation to hear what Dante had to
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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