All Chapters of A Night with a Billionaire devil: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Scarlett's point of view,""Monsters listen to me carefully." I told them to take a seat on the couch in my hallway and place a whiteboard there. They had been leaping around on my costly couch, but when I urged them to look at the whiteboard, they sat still and examined it with interest. "You know, there are regulations that everyone must follow if they wish to stay at my place." I use markers to jot out a few simple diagrams on the whiteboard. "You monstrous boy, stay away from my electronics. Without my consent, you won't enter my room. I think you get it, right?" I turned to face him. He listened to me and nodded. "That's great. Your intelligence impresses me." He is still wearing a serious look on his face. "Monster baby girl, you listen to me carefully. As a first rule, you are not to address me as "aunty." I'm only 25 years old, not an aunty. But wait, what should you call me if you don't call me Aunty? Ummm, you can call me Amber." After giving it some thought, I off

"Scarlett's point of view,""Look what you did; you ruined my favorite outfit. Why do you tend to pick on my favorite items?" I showed them my dirty clothing while wiping their bodies with a wet towel. Upon hearing my complaint, they laughed. When I walked into the bathroom, I was furious, but I didn't understand why I liked to change their clothes. Their tiny clothing is extremely gorgeous. "I would like the same dress as you." I made a gesture toward her pink dress. After glancing at me, she reached into her bed and offered me her dress. Is she that lovely? "Are you sure you want to give me your dress?" She listened to me and nodded. She isn't actually that horrible, but she is too naughty. To clean himself, Alfredo shook his body. He didn't require clothing, but I wanted to dress him, so I gave him one of my comfortable T-shirts. He looked at me with a strange gaze when I was wearing his T-shirt. When Alfredo is dressed in my clothing, monster babies giggle. "Where are you,

"Scarlett's point of view,"Suicide time Flashback***My breathing is becoming increasingly difficult because I am drowning. I have no choice except to end my life. For me, existence here is pointless; I see no reason to continue. After all, for whom will I live? Since he took my kids away, we're already divorced, and my mother has passed away. I don't know why I should keep living. I have a tremendously hard time breathing in the ocean. My body is submerged very deeply in the water. It's a good thing I can't swim because if I could, I would try to keep my body from sinking by swimming. Well, it's easy to choose suicide, but the struggle with suicide is difficult. My throat is closing up, and my lungs require air, yet I don't want to live. However, this agony is not worse than the misery he gave me. My brain has gradually shut down, and I am currently in a deep sleep. Now, I can't recall anything. I can only see darkness in front of my eyes. Samuel's face was the last thing I saw

"Scarlett's point of view,""Why are you so silent, Amber? Will you just give me another chance?"I'm unsure of how to respond to him. My heart still refuses to forgive him, so being with him is out of the question. My old wounds begin to bleed whenever I see him in front of me. It's my kids that I want to be with, not him. Should I invite him to move in so I can spend more time with my children? But how would I deal with my anguish every time I saw him in front of me? What is his problem? Why won't he give up chasing me? I've already decided to marry Harry because of him. But now that I've seen Harry's dark side, I don't even want to speak with him, but I can't go back on the decision I've already made. "Samuel, my cake is baked, so I have to go." I yanked my hand out of his hold and scurried over to the oven. I'm grateful that the oven timer prevented me from answering his difficult questions. What's wrong with me, though? Why did I request that he stay here? I invited him to

"Scarlett's point of view,""Amber, where did you suddenly vanish?" Jenny greeted me with a question when I got back to the workplace. "I was occupied with some crucial tasks." I'm not in the mood to talk with her. After all, it's difficult to forget what she did to me. "What important work?" She took a seat in the front chair. "I don't have to tell you everything about myself, Jenny. Stop acting like you care about me; you are not my mother." I find it difficult to control my anger. "What are you saying, Amber? Do you even realize how much your remarks hurt me?" She stared at me in disbelief. "Jenny, leave me alone; I have a lot of essential things to accomplish." I opened my laptop and concentrated on the display. "Okay, I'm leaving now, but don't think I won't ask you about your behavior." She gave me a stern warning look as she was leaving my office. Oh my God, I'm completely exhausted. Even though I've been working nonstop for the past two weeks, I've got a ton of work wai