What do you think of Jules’s reaction?
“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
Three weeks later…Kai adjusted his glasses, deep in thought, as Michael paced the room. Sky sat with her arms crossed, visibly agitated."Michael, we can’t just sit back while Scarlet gets tangled up with Dante. It's been three weeks, and i've been dying to tell her about Easton. Maybe that will change her mind.” Sky argued, her voice laced with frustration. "If you’re not going to stop the wedding, I will.""Sky," Michael said firmly, halting his pacing to face her. "Interfering without solid evidence will only make things worse. We need to be smart about this. Do you want to help Easton? Then, stay focused. Using his state as a weapon is manipulation, and I won't stand for that.”Before Sky could retort, Alex returned with a grim expression and a thick folder in hand."Sir," Alex began, handing the file to Michael. "You were right to suspect Dante. His background is as dirty as they come. Illegal arms deals, money laundering, and a string of disappearances linked to his name. But on
A week earlier...Easton groaned as he opened his eyes, the sterile white of the hospital room coming into focus. His head throbbed, and his body felt like it had been hit by a freight train. He struggled to sit up, but a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him.“Take it easy,” Michael’s voice was leveled, but you could hear how relieved he was that his brother was now awake. Micheal, Sky, and Henry all stayed in the hospital without leaving, waiting for Easton to wake up. “You’re lucky to be alive, Easton. You need to rest.”Easton ignored the advice, his mind racing. “Scarlet...” he rasped, his voice hoarse. “Where is she? Is she okay?”Michael’s expression tightened, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face. “She’s fine, Easton. Physically, at least. But... a lot has happened.”The tension in Michael’s voice made Easton’s stomach churn. “What do you mean? What happened? Fuck! My head is spinning. How long have I been out?” He reached upwards and touched the band aid that had bee
Scarlet’s feet felt rooted to the spot, her pulse hammering against her ribcage as Easton took a measured step toward her. The air seemed to shift, crackling with unspoken emotion and unresolved tension.“What… what are you doing here?” she managed, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound composed. Even though she couldn’t admit it, she had missed him and it hurt to look at him without being able to touch him. Easton stopped a few feet away, his piercing gaze locked onto hers. “I could ask you the same thing, Scarlet. But I think we both know the answer.”Her chest tightened at his words, the memories of their shared past crashing over her like waves.I hate you Scarlet, Youre nothing more than a mistake…Did you realy think this thing between us would last?Think of it as payment for the sexThe cold words hit her like a cold stab in the heart as the words played over and over again. Tears welled, her old wounds re opening like someone had ripped her bandaids open and in a
“You really don’t have to do this, I feel so terrible for doing this to you, my dear,” Matilda said, holding out the crown to hold her veil in place. She sat next to Scarlet on the bed, both facing the mirror standing in front of them. “We didn’t search high and low just for you to end up in a loveless marriage, Scarlet.” “It’s okay.” Scarlet forced a smile. “There was no one before Dante anyway, so loving him will be easier, right?” She lied, but she didn’t know if she was saying that out loud for herself or her mother.The line of who she was trying to convince had blurred. She felt like her parents were good people, and although they abandoned her, she understood why they had no other choice but to do it. They had made some bad financial decisions and had to make up for them. The crime family they ended up entangled with was Dante’s enemy, so if they could unite through a marriage alliance, their powers and influence would be ten times more effective. It’s why Dante started search
Scarlet has always dreamed of marriage and a home. She lived a lonely life and hoped she wouldn't have to grow old alone. But standing here about to become a stranger's wife wasn't in her wildest dreams; Sadly, it was inevitable. They had come so far and she had to go through with it. Back in the dressing room, it seemed far away, like it was just a gloomy day with a bad dream. But now that the officiator had begun the ceremony, it felt more real than anything. Scarlet’s heart thudded painfully in her chest as the officiator continued, his words blurring together as the weight of the moment pressed down on her. She felt the guests’ eyes boring into her, a sea of expectant faces waiting for her to fulfill a role she didn’t want to play.The officiator turned to Dante. “Do you, Dante Modane, take Scarlet Hartwell to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, forsaking all
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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