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“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
“What do you mean?” Easton asked, feeling like his ability to hear clearly had vanished into thin air. His body ached and he felt dizzy as he laid down on the bed. It had been a few hours since he woke up and Danielle let his family visit him before asking them to leave so they could run more tests but initially she already knew what was wrong with him.Danielle sighed, “You have a clot in your brain, Eazzy. When last did you do a full body medical check up?”“I haven’t had the time Danielle. Just like I don’t have the time to be sick in bed. Micheal is not fully recovered so I have to work until his better.” He started to push the cover off him but Danielle stood and covered him“Easton, this is very serious and I can’t let you leave. The clot has turned into a tunour and it has very serious side effects, so I have to run more tests. As for the company let someone else run it.”Easton froze, his whole being not making a single move as he looked at her like she had grown two heads.“
“What do you mean he’s been avoiding you? My brother loves you, Scarlet.” Sky placed the bubble tea on the table as she joined Scarlet at their booked table. “Yeah, and everyone knows that.” Jules pointed out.“I mean the man did trap you with a contract to keep his eyes on you. That’s love.” Aria added when Sky rolled her eyes.“That’s a crime, Aria. Not Love.” “Speak for yourself, woman!” She argued right before Scarlet leaned back with a small smile on her face as she watched the three women who had now become a huge part of her life.“I’m not doubting his love guys but I’m just feeling like we are drifting apart. Ever since-”“Danielle came back?” Sky raised her eyebrow.Scarlet sighed. “It’s been two months since they promised each other God knows what. I may sound jealous and honestly, I don’t care if I do but he doesn’t seem the same anymore. He always avoids me at work.”“Because you’re both busy now. You’re now in charge of four huge fashion houses under Black, Scarlet.” Sky
“No, I just need to go back to work,” Danielle responded as she gave Sky a small smile which she didn’t return.“Then-” Before Easton could speak, Scarlet was standing before him,“Hey, can you spare a minute?” She asked, keeping her hands in her pocket as her heart pounded hard in her chest. It was like they were back to their first encounter where she was walking on eggshells. This is the man who couldn’t keep his hands off her even when he hated her so what changed so much that he was avoiding her like a damn plague?“I’m sorry, I have to go.” He responded, about to turn when Scarlet held his hand.“Then, I’ll just say what needs to be said right here. Is that what you want?” She crossed her arms.“We can speak outside,” Easton responded and turned to walk out.“Don’t you dare follow them!” Sky leaned in and whispered to Danielle.“You don’t understand, Sky. He-”“I don’t give two shits what you’re working on. Stay away from him out of office.” Sky responded, “And to think I stood
“This is it. Are you ready?” “Is anyone ever ready for this?” Scarlet asked as she took a deep breath.Dante chuckled but nodded as he stepped out. “You’re right.” He walked around to the side of her door and hed it open. Scarlet stepped out and stood before what looked ike a castle rather than a house.“This is my parents' house?” She gasped.“Yep. Now come, I’m sure they’re anxious to meet their long-lost princess.” Scarlet nodded as she followed him inside. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest as she walked forward. Near the fountain, about seven women were dressed in the same green dresses with a stripe of white. “Welcome back home, Miss Hartwell.” They all said in unison with a bow which took Scarlet aback for a moment until it dawned on her that Hartwell could be her real surname.“I ..uhm.. Thank you.” She held on tighter to her bag as Dante held her by the waist taking her inside. “Come on, they are some people dying to meet you.” He whispered, but the closeness mad
“Grab all the medications he once received. I want them tested in the lab.” Kai instructed the workers.“What do you think you’re doing?” Danielle asked, looking around the way they had turned Easton’s bedroom upside down in search of what she didn’t know about.“The best person to ask is the one behind you.” Kai responded and continued what he was doing.Danielle turned, but before she could speak a word, a slap landed on her cheek, followed by the puling of her hair.“Sky!” She cried, “Why are you-”“We know what you did. How you faked the diagnosis and every little shitty thing you did. Pray that no permanent damage has been done to my brother because I will cut you from limb to limb.”“Let her go, Sky.” Micheal demanded. “For now I will!.” She pushed her hard, sending her body against the wall, breaking her shoulder in the process. Danielle held onto it as she cried in pain.“Why are you doing this?” Tears rolled down her face.Micheal threw a number of documents in her face. His
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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