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“No!” Easton's voice cried in pain as the bullet that was meant for him hit Scarlet. The moment Scarlet walked towards Easton, Dante lost it and wanted to risk it all. Kill the one person he couldn't defeat and kill himself too. But to his shock, Scarlet ran forward and took the bullet for him. "Get down!" Voices of chaos echoed in the church as people began to scream and panic not knowing where to go. Easton blinked, hoping he had just imagined it but unfortunately for him, it was real. “Baby, please, please.” He pleaded as she wobbled into his arms. “Scarlet!” Matilda screamed as she rushed over.Dante still had a shocked expression as he watched Scarlet slide down in Easton's arms. He never wanted to hurt her. She was his key after all. "Drop the gun or we shoot!" One man shouted over the noise.Dante remained unmoving with the gun in his hand. Another one of Easton's men rushed forward and grabbed the gun from his hand. But he didn't get a chance to react because men were pi
“What do you mean by that?” Sky stepped forward her heart pounding hard in her chest. She looked at her brothers whose focus was on the doctor and panicked. She feared what he would say would ruin her brother's life forever. “Good news.” Easton’s Voice echoed through the Vip hall. The doctor nodded. Removing his mask as he faced the people standing before him.“She’s alive,” the doctor began, his tone light and calm. “That’s the good news.” He paused, eyes scanning Easton’s face, searching for a reaction. “But she’s unresponsive. The machines are keeping her breathing. The bullet grazed her spine and caused significant damage. We’ve done everything we can... but it will take a miracle for her to wake up. And if she does...” He hesitated, the weight of the words heavy in the air. “The chances of her walking again are slim to none.” Easton’s face remained unreadable, but the storm in his eyes spoke volumes.“Can I see her?” He asked. “Well, yes but-” He ignored whatever the doctor
Aria was about to argue with him but knew he wasn't in his right mind so it was no use arguing with him. “Fine. I'll be back later tonight.”Easton nodded at that. More days passed and Scarlet remained unresponsive. They left meals outside the door, most of which went untouched. Kai brought him clean clothes, but Easton barely acknowledged him. The room became his world, the beeping of the machines a cruel reminder of the fragile thread holding her to him. Every night was the same. He sat by her side, whispering things only she could hear, his voice breaking at times. Promises. Apologies. Desperate prayers. Tears. Pleas. And every morning, he woke in the chair, stiff and aching, only to start the cycle again. Days blurred into weeks, but Easton didn’t care. Until she woke up, this was where he belonged. This was where he would stay. ……. Easton stirred awake in the chair, his neck stiff and his body aching from another sleepless night. He stretched his sore limbs, his
...as if the words themselves were choking him. "She’s gone. She has to be alive, Michael. She just has to be." Michael’s jaw tightened, his own emotions threatening to surface as he held his broken brother. "She’s a fighter, Easton. You said it yourself. Now let the doctors do what they can." Time seemed to slow to an agonizing crawl. The muffled voices of the medical team could be heard but it was sounding so far away. "Increase to 300!" "Clear!" "Still no pulse. Again!" Every word was a dagger to Easton’s chest. He sank to the floor, his knees giving out completely, and Michael crouched beside him, one arm still firmly around his shoulders. Minutes felt like hours until the door finally opened. The doctor emerged, his expression unreadable but serious. Easton shot to his feet, his hands trembling as he grabbed the doctor’s arm. "Is she—did you—" He couldn’t finish the sentence. The doctor sighed, exhaustion evident in his face. "We managed to stabilize her. She’s b
"You look like shit," Scarlet teased weakly, her voice still hoarse but carrying a playful glint. The doctors had checked her and ran through tests. They called her recovery a complete miracle because despite the pain. She could feel it when they touched her feet and She could move her finger although she couldn't sit or walk yet. Easton chuckled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Bullshit. I always look hot." Scarlet's lips twitched upward in the faintest of smiles. "If by hot you mean utterly exhausted and in desperate need of a shower, then sure." "Watch it, Darling," Easton quipped, leaning in closer, his grin softening into something more vulnerable. "I’ve been through hell these past few days. You scared the crap out of me, you know that?" Her smile faltered, replaced by a look of quiet guilt. She opened her mouth to speak, but Easton cut her off gently. "Hey, don’t. None of this is your fault." His thumb brushed over her knuckles, grounding both of them.
Hello, my huns.Thank you for rocking with me till the end. I'm so grateful for the gems and for the comments each of you left. I read each one and knowing you were waiting to read the next chapter became my pillar to push through the story until the end.Firstly, I want to give a shout-out to Myzz Joey, Jody Kobielusz, and Tristanne. You guys Rock! Secondly, we have come to the end of Scarlet and Easton Kade Black. Please leave me a review on the main page and drop me a comment on how you found the story. Because I love you guys, I want to give you the option of telling me which side character you want to see in the next short story. You can choose between Kai and Micheal. Maybe even Dante lol.I'll give you until the end of today to decide.I know some will want to see Scarlet and Easton's wedding, I might write it although I'm still debating about it. Lastly, I want to thank you all once again. Your support means everything to me!That's it for now. ByeWith love EVW
Six months later….Scarlet stood before the mirror, adjusting the delicate silver earrings that complimented her beautiful sundress. The soft red fabric hugged her waist perfectly like a corset and slid down her waist until slightly below the knees. For the first time in months, she felt alive—hopeful even. For five months, Scarlet underwent physiotherapy to help her regain her normal self and walk again. The doctors were amazed by her quick recovery, and by the sixth month, she was back to her old self—healthy and able to do everything she used to do. “I’m so excited. It has been so long since I saw my precious angel dancing,” she exclaimed to Easton, who stood behind her watching her retouch her lipstick with his arms crossed on his chest. “You look beautiful,” he said, stepping closer to press a kiss to her temple. “Jasmine’s going to be so happy to see you there.”“I feel like she loves her father more and forgets about me sometimes.” Scarlet teased as Easton slowly trailed
Scarlet hurried alongside Easton, gripping his hand as they made their way from the parking lot to the auditorium. Her breath came in shallow gasps from their quick pace, and she tugged lightly at his arm. “Easton, slow down,” she said, laughing between breaths. “We’re not late yet.” He glanced at her, his lips curving into a faint smirk. “You’re the one who said you didn’t want to miss anything.” Scarlet rolled her eyes, though her smile lingered as they slowed their steps. She smoothed down her sundress, the soft fabric swishing lightly against her legs as they neared the building. She felt her nerves increase because it had been so long since she was here and it made her heart ache.“I’m such a terrible mother.” She whispered making Easton turn to face her, “Darling, you’re the best mother in the world, and believe me when I say that because I had a wonderful mother. You’ve been through so much shit, so don’t dwell on those feelings. Focus on how much Jas and I love you.” “O
Dear readers, we've come to the end of the Black brothers and I hope you enjoyed this ride with me. I want to appreciate every one of you for your unending support. Please don't forget to leave me a review on how you found the two stories on the main page. My next book will have someone you might remember from "MY CEO HUSBAND'S REGRET." Ian Quinn. He will be in book two of the one I start next month. I look forward to sharing that with you.OTHER WORKS: If you would love to read my other works, please check them on my Author Center. OWNED BY THE MAFIA KINGTHE CEO'S REBORN WIFEBILLIONAIRE'S SWEETHEART MR. CEO, PLEASE MARRY OUR MUMMYMY CEO HUSBAND'S REGRET.Thank you once again.Lots of love. EVW
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