Romane von Ella Writes

Scarlett I didn’t answer Ethan immediately. I didn't need to. His question still lingered between us, heavy and impossible to ignore. Do you want to go back to him? I looked down at my stomach instead, my fingers trembling slightly as I rested them over the tiny lives growing inside me. My babies. The only good thing left in my broken world. A painful silence filled the room before I finally let out a weak laugh. It wasn't because anything was funny, but because I suddenly realized how exhausted I was. I'm exhaustedd from pretending, exhausted from hurting, still I was exhausted from loving people who only knew how to break me. "I don’t even know who I am anymore," I admitted softly, the words came out smaller than I intended. Rawer. Ethan’s expression changed instantly. The distance between us suddenly felt too fragile, too thin to hold back everything we used to be. Everything we were in the first and second years of college. "You’re still Scarlett," he said qu

Scarlett The world stopped the moment the doctor spoke. "Your baby–" he began, and my heart clenched so tightly I thought it would shatter. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think properly. Everything inside me braced for the worst. Then, I heard his words– "They’re alive." My eyes snapped to his face. "They?" My voice came out barely above a whisper, trembling, confused. "What do you mean– they?" A small smile tugged at the corner of the doctor’s lips. "You’re carrying twins, aren't you aware?" Silence. For a second, I just stared at him, certain I had misheard. Twins? No– no, that couldn’t be right. "I–" I let out a shaky breath, my hands instinctively moving to my stomach. "No– that’s not possible. I– didn’t even know I was pregnant until recently. How can I – twins?" "It’s more common than you think," he said gently. "But what matters is this– despite the accident, both babies are stable. You’ll need rest and proper care, but for now– they’re fighters."

Scarlett The road stretched endlessly ahead of me, a long ribbon of dust and heat that blurred into the horizon. I pressed my head against the window of the taxi, watching unfamiliar towns pass by like fragments of a life I no longer belonged to. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. One hand rested protectively over my stomach, my fingers trembling slightly as if they already knew what my heart was still trying to process. "My baby –" I whispered under my breath, more to reassure myself than anything else. The driver sang loudly to a song playing on the stereo , he was completely unaware that my world had already fallen few weeks ago, or maybe he just didn’t care. To him, I was just another passenger heading to another state. But to me this journey meant everything. I was leaving behind a life that had quietly rejected me. Leaving behind a man I used to love. Body, heart and soul. Leaving behind a home that never truly became mine. A sharp breath caught in my throat as th

Scarlett Adrian’s mansion, some years ago… The atmosphere in the study was tense, thick with unspoken expectations and quiet disappointment. The golden chandeliers cast a soft glow, but it did nothing to warm the coldness in the room. Dorothy sat elegantly on the leather chair, her posture straight, her expression composed, but her eyes were sharp. Adrian stood a few feet away, his back partly turned to her, a glass of untouched whiskey resting in his hand. He leaned back, fingers steepled. "You have to start thinking seriously, Adrian, this is a crucial consideration." Dorothy said, breaking the silence. Her voice was calm, but firm enough to leave no room for misinterpretation. Adrian didn’t respond immediately. "She’s my wife, Mother,” he finally said, his tone controlled, though strained. "Not a business contract to be terminated at will." Dorothy’s lips pressed into a thin line. "Then perhaps you should remind yourself what kind of family you were born into." H

Scarlett The city lights blurred past the taxi window as I sat uncomfortably and silently in the back seat, my hands folded tightly over my stomach. I had lost everything. Totally everything. Adrian divorced me few days ago, he took everything which belongs to me, he took the designers clothes and bags he bought for me, he took my lambo and handed it over to that witch, Avery. Now, I was left with nothing. Well, maybe not, I am left with my unborn child. My world. I am pregnant. Just previously, I was Adrian's loved wife. Now, I was nothing. I'm divorced, humiliated, forced to flee my home, alone and carrying his child. My chest tightened as the memory of the ballroom replayed in my mind. I couldn't forget the scene, the way Adrian turned my expectations into a fucking nightmare. The look on Avery's face, the way he had wrapped his hand around her waist and kissed her. I couldn't forget the way he embarrassed and let me down. The way Adrian’s voice had soun

Scarlett Today was the happiest day of my life, two special occasions makes today wonderful for me, one, I would be celebrating my fifth wedding anniversary with my billionaire husband Adrian Mattson and two, my test results proved positive today. The doctor said I was carrying my bundle of joy, even the test results didn't lie, I couldn't be more happy. After five years of living in an almost perfect marriage, Adrian and I would have a baby to call ours. This is definitely our proud parents moment. Adrian didn't know of this yet, it's a news I'd be breaking to him soon enough and that would be tonight. I did my hair and let it fall in a wave style below my shoulder and wore a velvet dinner dress. It's what hubby wants so he would definitely get it. My velvet dress shimmered softly under the lights. It wasn’t the most expensive gown in my wardrobe but I had chosen it carefully because Adrian once told me velvet suited me. My heart fluttered at the thought of Adrian always