Scarlett's Point of View
Despite 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 the sink as well.
After I was done, I caught a whiff of something burning.
Burning...?
My eyes widened and panic set in as I realized I had left the stove on!
With urgency, I sprinted to the kitchen only to be met with disappointment as I saw the burnt egg. It was too late to salvage it now. The egg in the pan was now charred beyond recognition.
“What a waste,” I murmured in the air.
Just as I was about to throw away the egg, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps getting louder and closer by the second. In the next instant, I was jolted when Storm materialized in front of me, causing my heart to jump.
With a surprise evident in my eyes, I noticed sweat glistening on his forehead down to his chest as he stood there, wearing only boxer shorts.
Shock still plastered my face as I nervously glanced down at his boxers. My mind was clouded with confusion as to why I couldn't tear my eyes away, until his arrogant voice snapped me back to reality.
"Have you seen enough? Are you still not satisfied with what we did last night?"
"W-what?!" I could feel heat rising to my cheeks as his words hit me hard.
"What, pretending to be innocent again? Or pretending you have no recollection just to make it seem like you had no part in planning this at all?" He smirked without humor as he shook his head. "Like father, like daughter."
I shot him a sharp glare, but instead of engaging in a fight, I simply turned away and continued to do what I was doing. Guilt still gnawed at my conscience for what I had done last night - it felt like I had forced him into it, so I would make it slide whatever he would say today. I would just bear with it!
I was about to reach for the refrigerator to grab another egg and some bacon, but his words stopped me in my tracks. "You're cooking again? Knowing you, you'll probably burn it." His tone dripped with sarcasm as he added, "Must be nice to have that kind of money to waste."
My fist clenched instinctively as I turned my focus back to him, answering with a steely tone. "What's the issue with simply taking one of your eggs?!"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I could see a flicker of shock in his eyes. I could tell he understood the accidental double meaning behind that line.
My heart raced as I tried to backtrack, but before I could even take a step, he grabbed my arms and tugged me back towards him.
"Scarlett," he uttered my name with a frigid tone, his eyes blazing with anger.
It was as if I were a stranger to him, not the woman he had shared a bed with last night, not his wife. I could see the disgust and loathing in his expression, as if I were his sworn enemy, someone he longed to destroy.
"No more games," he hissed, making our faces too close. "I know your type, willing to do anything for money. If that's what you want, I can give it to you. Just get the hell out of my life!"
My attempt to control my patience had failed miserably. I forcefully removed his hand from my arm and shoved him away, unable to contain my frustration any longer.
"Mister Scoville," I sneered, struggling to maintain composure before I continued, "you seem to have forgotten something very important. It is not me who needs you, but rather the other way around. If I were to leave this instant, do you truly believe your grandpa would be pleased with your behavior?"
I couldn't help but smirk. "Oh, you're fully aware of the consequences, aren't you?"
He clenched his jaw tightly, but refrained from speaking. Just before I walked away, I couldn't help but add, "Not once in the past two years have I bothered you or gotten in your way. And if you want to continue living your life peacefully, I suggest you learn to tame yourself before I am forced to unleash my wild side and become the one who tames you."
"Do you think grandpa will continue to take your side?" he growled.
I flashed a mischievous grin as my fingers danced from his arm up to his face. "Come on, try me," I playfully taunted. "I'll show you exactly what you're searching for, husband..."
He violently grabbed and squeezed my hand, his eyes filled with devilry. "You dare to threaten me like this? I will not rest until I expose your family's deceit and reveal how they wormed their way into our fortune!"
"Isn't that why we arranged this marriage in the first place? So you could assist my father's business. Be rational, Storm. You desire freedom? It's yours. You seek peace? I won't interfere. You want to see other women? Be my guest. But you can never divorce me! If you have a reason to kick me out of your life, I, too, have a reason to stay in this marriage."
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
Scarlett's Point of ViewI scratched my head and forced a smile, trying to hide my discomfort. "How can I possibly do that, grandpa? It's Scoville's and my husband's money, not mine.""But you're a Scoville now, dear. Your husband's money is your money," grandpa replied softly. Then, his tone turned cold as he asked, "did Storm make you sign a prenup?"I was taken aback, not wanting to reveal the truth. The truth was, Storm had indeed made me sign a prenup after our wedding. He didn't want grandpa and his parents to know, so I kept it a secret until now. And admitting it at this moment, I had no desire to let him think I was only interested in his wealth."No, grandpa," I replied with a forced smile. "It's just that I'm not the kind of person who spends money that hasn't been earned through my own hard work."I bit my lower lip, feeling a pang of guilt wash over me, remembering what me and dad planned from the start."My son is fortunate to have married such a wonderful woman who isn