All Chapters of Taming My Arrogant Husband: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Scarlet blinked in surprise at Jetro's words, her gaze flitting back to Storm, who had nestled even closer against her, his grip around her waist tightening as though claiming his territory. She felt his breath warm against her neck, sending a mix of shivers and discomfort down her spine. Was he really that drunk? “Ready to kill Mister Ford?” Scarlet repeated softly, unsure whether to feel flattered or unnerved by Jetro’s casual tone.Jetro’s smirk softened into something more serious, his dark eyes appraising her with a mix of amusement and warning. “Let’s just say Storm isn’t the kind of man who takes his wife’s loyalty lightly. Even if the marriage is… well, let’s call it transactional.”Scarlet's stomach twisted at the word. Transactional. It was a harsh reminder of the reality of her situation. Her marriage to Storm wasn’t built on love or mutual respect, but a cold agreement drawn up for the benefit of their families. Yet the possessiveness Storm displayed, even in his drunken s

Morning sunlight streamed through the windows, painting the room with a soft golden glow. Scarlet stretched in bed, the events of the previous night still swirling in her mind. The conversation she had with Storm—the vulnerability he had shown, the way his words had cracked open something inside her—had left her feeling more confused than ever. But when she stepped out of her room, the air was thick with tension, like everything that had transpired between them had evaporated with the night.Storm stood by the kitchen island, fully dressed in his usual expensive suit, pouring coffee like the person she had spoken to last night never existed. His face was set, his expression unreadable, and the cold arrogance she had grown used to had returned in full force. He didn’t look up as she walked into the room."Good morning," Scarlet said, hoping to gauge whether he remembered anything from last night."Morning," Storm replied, his voice flat, distant, as if she were nothing more than a pas

Scarlet stepped out of the hospital, the cool evening breeze offering a brief reprieve from the emotional weight that had settled on her chest. The visit with her mother had been heavy, filled with painful truths and unspoken fears. Noemi and Daniel walked beside her silently, understanding that she needed some space after everything that had unfolded in the hospital room.“Are you sure you don’t want us to stay with you tonight?” Noemi asked gently, her voice tinged with concern.Scarlet forced a small smile, waving her hand dismissively. “I’ll be fine. I just need to get some rest. You two have already done enough for me today.”Daniel frowned but didn’t argue, his gaze lingering on her as though he could see the exhaustion etched deep into her bones. “Call if you need anything. Anything at all.”“I will,” she promised, although they all knew she probably wouldn’t. She had become too accustomed to handling things on her own, too stubborn to ask for help even when she needed it most.

Scarlet woke to the sound of faint beeping and the overwhelming scent of antiseptic. Her vision was blurry at first, but as she blinked, the figures in front of her came into focus. Medics. They were crouched around her, one checking her vitals while another hovered by her side with a concerned look on his face. Her chest still ached, a deep, pressing pain that made her wince.She tried to move, but a hand gently pressed against her shoulder, urging her to stay still.“Don’t try to get up just yet, Mrs. Scoville,” the medic closest to her said, his voice calm but professional. “You need to rest. We’ve stabilized you for now.”Her mind raced, panic flaring through her as she pieced together what had happened. The pain in her chest, the overwhelming sense of helplessness, the phone call to Storm... She must have blacked out. How had they gotten in? She didn’t remember unlocking the door.“How did you—” Scarlet croaked, her voice weak. “The door wasn’t locked,” one of the medics explain

Scarlet hadn’t intended to go to the villa. It wasn’t like her to seek out Storm when he so often avoided her. But something about the events of the previous night—the mini heart attack, the cold indifference in his voice over the phone—left her feeling uneasy. Maybe, in some small corner of her heart, she still hoped for a moment of connection. A flicker of something real between them.The villa was always quiet. Nestled far enough from the city, it felt worlds away from the penthouse Storm was given her, and the noise of their lives. As she stepped out of the car and approached the door, she wasn’t sure what she expected to find. Certainly not Storm. He’d probably been at the office all night or with… someone else. Her stomach turned at the thought.Pushing the door open, she was greeted by the familiar scent of the villa—rich wood, the faint hint of lavender. But what stopped her in her tracks wasn’t the coziness of the place. It was the sight of an old man sitting in the sala, fli