Scarlett’s Point of View
“Argh…!” I groaned when I felt my head as if it would split in two. “Water…” I murmured..My throat felt dry and scratchy, as if it had been drained of all moisture. Not only was my head throbbing with pain, but my entire body ached. It was as if I had been relentlessly battered by a crowd of thousands.‘What happened to me?’I opened my eyes slightly and let my eyesight come back to life. A magnificent picture sprang up in front of me: a beautiful ceiling with elaborate decorations. The tiny embellishments of miniature paintings, each a monument to the artist’s skill, complemented the walls’ soft white tint.The room was filled with a hushed stillness, broken only by the sudden sound of a gentle rustle that reached my ears from beside me.As I cautiously rotated my head, a sharp pang of discomfort shot through my skull, intensifying as my eyes fixated on the sight before me. And as soon as I realized who was beside me, my eyes widened in astonishment and my jaw dropped in shock.“Storm?!” I shouted. As that name timidly slipped out of my tongue, I felt a rush of memories flooding back, each one vivid images of the events that led me to this very moment.The way his strong, yet gentle hands caressed my chest. The way his perfect lips kissed mine and their warmth traveled around my body. His breath felt like a gentle breeze across my skin as he explored with fervor, claiming me with his passion.‘Shameless! You’re shameless, Scarlett!’ I scolded myself while I was pulling my own hair.Then, I froze when a husky morning voice spoke. “You’re noisy. It’s still early in the morning!”In a blink of an eye, I felt an intense pressure trapping me onto the bed. Two strong arms confined my torso while a figure of God towering above me.A gloating smirk was frozen on his lips, yet his eagle eyes of fury directed towards me sent a chill throughout my body.“Do you recall all the details now?” he asked coldly, as if challenging me to remember.My heart raced as I felt his warm embrace, however I quickly pushed him off when reality sunk in. My face went beet red as I stuttered my apology, “I-I’m so sorry! I had no idea what I was doing last night!”His eyes glimmered with disdain as his cruel lips formed a jeering grin. “You didn’t know what you were doing? For somebody who kept pushing and prodding to get her way, you sure do have guts!”“That’s not true! I can explain! Just listen to me for even just a minute!”“Explain? Alright, I will give you exactly a minute to justify your actions.”At his words, I panicked. My mind raced to come up with a convincing explanation for my actions, but yesterday’s events remained shrouded in fog.The time limit of one minute he had set for me was evaporating. I looked up at him, but he was expressionless - not a flicker of emotion across his face.“What? You can’t find any reason because in the first place, it’s your plan. You want me to touch you!”My eyes burned in response to his words, and he returned my heated gaze. Not wanting to succumb to his haughty demeanor, I firmly said, “And what’s the problem with that? Aren’t you my husband, Mister Scoville?”“And so?”“And so, it’s normal for us to do this since we are married, after all!” I tried to hide my embarrassment behind the words. ”Besides, if you didn’t like it, why didn’t you just run away?”“What kind of bullshit--”“You didn’t run away, so obviously, you enjoyed my advances too. Come on, you’re a man, no? You have all the strength to push me away if you truly wanted to!”I wanted to say more, but when I looked into his face, I was met with the fierceness of his eyes. The rage he had been bottling up was ready to erupt, so my voice softened until it faded away, and I remained silent.‘I can’t let the tiger get angry!’“If that wasn’t what you were intending, why is the aphrodisiac in the trash can?” He grabbed a container from the side table and presented me with tablets that looked like medicine. “I asked my secretary this morning to do a general check of the alcohol and water in this house, and can you guess what I discovered?”I gulped as I inquired, “W-what?”“Every liquid in this house is positive to have an aphrodisiac drug!”My eyes widened to what he said but even I wanted to defend myself, I didn’t know how.“So, you wanted to drug me just so we could sleep together? Is that your pathetic attempt at getting me in bed? Are you that horny or you just really want to get pregnant? Tell me.”A voltaic wave of fury tore through my body, and I was ready to throw down. But as I contemplated his words, a thought raced across my mind.Last night, my father had been so anxious when I took a drink of water, almost as if he knew what would happen. To add more, that man looked overjoyed when I started feeling feverish.‘So, it’s his fault again?! Did he say something to grandpa that made Storm so livid? Is this why this man was so angry with me yesterday?!’Ha! I didn’t know my father was cleverer than I thought!My heart thudded as I balled my hands into fists and locked eyes with Storm. I was determined to reveal the truth, but before I could say a word, he grabbed me by the arm and marched me towards the door.“Get out!”I halted the door from shutting, sticking my foot in its way.“Wait!” I exclaimed. “This is all a big misunderstanding. I can assure you that I had no intention of getting pregnant, nor did I want to force you into anything...”He looked coldly at me, then responded, “I have no desire to hear any of your explanations. I said leave!”Scarlett's Point of ViewDespite the excruciating pain between my legs, I forced myself to move and leave his room. Guilt weighed heavy on my heart as I stood outside his door for what felt like half an hour. In the end, I went back to my room to wash off the remnants of his touch.After cleaning myself up, I eventually made my way to the kitchen and prepared breakfast in a daze. Staring at the sizzling egg in the pan, memories flooded my mind in a rush. 'Why did I do that? In two years we've been "together" I have never pushed myself to him neither did he.''So, you wanted to drug me just so we could sleep together?''Is that your pathetic attempt at getting me in bed?''Are you that horny or you just really want to get pregnant?'As soon as I remembered his mention of the aphrodisiac and his harsh words, my body constricted and I hurried to the refrigerator, dumping the waters down the sink. Next, I rushed to the bar station and began pouring out each bottle of wine and liquor into
Scarlett’s Point of ViewFrom that day onward, I couldn't comprehend the sudden change in Storm's behavior. It was a perplexing enigma to me. However, after two years of absence, he finally began to spend his nights under our roof once again.Perhaps it was his grandfather's influence, but I could finally view our union as a true marriage. From now on, I would be able to live life on my own terms without any interference. In fact, I had already planned to have a discussion with him about our future together, free from the watchful eye of his grandfather and other people around us, including the media.But first and foremost, I must express my sincerest apologies for my previous behavior. I busied myself with preparing dinner while anxiously awaiting his arrival. He usually came home by 9 pm, but it was now past 10 pm and he still had not returned.“Won’t he come home today?” I asked myself. 10:30 pm11:00 pm12:00 am12:31 amMy shoulders drooped as I came to the realization that he
Scarlett’s Point of ViewI grasped my mother's hand, intertwining my fingers with hers and gently brought it to my lips for a kiss. I gazed at her delicate features, her face drained of color and her lips dry from medication as she lay peacefully sleeping. I fought back the tears, determined to show strength in her presence, but eventually succumbed to the torrent of emotions, unable to contain my weeping any longer.As tears streamed down my face, I trembled in fear at the thought of losing my mother. Suddenly, the door burst open and Daniel and Noemi, my two best friends, rushed into the room."You're a mess," Noemi teased, as I noticed tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Come on, wipe those tears away. Aunt doesn't want to see you sniffling like that."I was aware that she was attempting to lift my spirits, but like she told me back then, her own strength faltered whenever she saw me in such a state. It was as if I were a helpless child, uncertain of what path to take in lif
Scarlett’s Point of View "Oh my god! Did you really sleep, Scarlett?! Look at those eyebags!" Noemi's voice echoed through the hospital room, exclaiming in shock. She then turned to me, accusatively asking, "Did you go to work instead of resting?" I shook my head and chuckled. "I slept." The truth was, I couldn't sleep at all. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Storm and his strange behavior last night. Before I knew it, morning had arrived and I had no choice but to get up. "Don't lie," Daniel said as he offered me a chair. Ignoring their persistent prodding, I seated and focused on my mother who was now awake. She seemed concerned as she stared at me, but I flashed her a gentle smile and reassured her with a soft voice. "I truly did sleep, mom. You don't have to listen to them." "I can't trust your words when you look like you're about to collapse." Her voice was strained as she spoke, her body looking ready to crumble at any moment. Then, she continued, "Scarlett, sweetie,
Scarlett's Point of ViewAs soon as I walked in and caught sight of him, I quickly turned towards the stairs, purposefully ignoring his presence to get under his skin. But before I could take a step, I noticed him getting up and striding towards me. I was about to brush him off when he suddenly grabbed my arm and forced me to face him.“What?” I asked, acting as if annoyed. “I’m exhausted and I need to get ready to go to your parent’s villa. Let me know what you need right now, because I don’t have time for an argument.”“What game are you playing now?” he asked with his teeth clenched. His grip on my arm grew tighter. “Scarlett, I despise those who interfere with my business. Stay out of it and focus on your own life!”Before I answered him, I glanced down at his hand that was in my arm. Then, I tore my arm from his grip, my eyes narrowing in anger and disgust. "You interrupted me for this?""Because you are fucking stubborn!" he hissed."I think you are forgetting something, Storm,"
Scarlett’s Point of ViewHe stared into my face, his expression filled with confusion, as if struggling to comprehend my words. However, instead of engaging in a conversation, he simply turned his back to me, offering me nothing but a cold shoulder. “I want mango,” I repeated."And so?" he questioned, a hint of frustration dancing in his voice."And so, get them yourself. Look at those mangoes, it's not exactly a difficult task, is it?" I replied, a smile gracing my lips."If it's not difficult, then why don't you do it yourself instead of asking me?" he retorted, his tone laced with annoyance.Observing his icy demeanor, I decided to respond directly, without further ado. "Alright then."Without wasting another moment, I retrieved my phone from my pocket and dialed a number. As the phone began to ring, his attention swiftly shifted towards me, his eyes widening in surprise. "Who are you calling?" I responded with a sweet smile, lifting my phone to show him the screen. "Grandpa."Hi
Scarlett’s Point of ViewPuppet. A marionette. There was no denying it, was there? I had known all along. The way my father manipulated me with those string-like puppets, dictating what I should do, making me believe that I needed him just for my mom and I to survive. I had known it from the beginning, but why did it feel like the harsh reality and a stinging slap when he himself said it... "Sweetie... Scarlett. Honey. Are you with me?" A voice jolted me back to reality. As I looked up, I saw the concerned expression on Missus Scoville's face as she observed the crumpled brochure I held. Realizing my mistake, I quickly attempted to straighten it as I gulped anxiously."I... I apologize. I didn't realize..." I couldn't continue my sentence as tears unexpectedly streamed down my cheeks. What was this pain I felt just because of his words? "It's alright, dear. It's just a brochure. I'm more worried about you. You seem distant and pale. Are you alright?" She gently touched my forehe
Scarlett's Point of View"The mango," he said, his voice dripping with impatience.I raised an eyebrow, feeling ignorant. "Huh?"His sneer deepened and remarked with arrogance, "Give me the mango. Are you deaf or what?" I couldn't help but be amused by his audacity. I held the mango tightly, refusing to surrender it to him. In a swift motion, he grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, devouring the fruit. A rush of heat flushed my cheeks as he teasingly sucked on my finger. Instinctively, I pushed him away, clutching the hand he had touched."What... What are you doing? Are you some kind of pervert or what?!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with a mix of shock and indignation.He ignored my question, his attention already diverted back to his laptop. I stood there, dumbfounded, for a few moments before deciding to let it go and just sleep.The next morning, I awoke in his room, realizing that I had fallen asleep there for the whole day and night. Exhaustion had gotten the better o