تسجيل الدخولSCARLETT Ryder’s question cut through the quiet living room like a sudden storm. “Brigit, tell me about your family.” Brigit blinked, clearly caught off guard. She shifted on the sofa, glancing at me before looking back at him. Why was he asking this now, right after everything that had happened at the café? “Why are you asking that all of a sudden?” I said, my voice sharper than I meant it to be. Ryder didn’t answer right away. He just sat there, calm and steady, watching us both. Brigit gave a small, tired smile and leaned back. “It’s okay, Scarlett,” she said softly. “I’m actually an orphan. I was adopted by a wealthy family when I was little. They gave me everything — a good education, a nice home. But they died in a car accident a few months ago. They left me their fortune. That’s when I met Ethan. He came into my life right after I was trying to figure out what to do with the money and the business they left behind.” I reached over and touched her arm gently. “I’m sorry
SCARLETT Brigit followed me into Ryder’s house without a word. The drive had been silent, both of us still shaken from the café. I wasn’t sure if Ryder would like the idea of me bringing her here, but I couldn’t leave her alone after everything that had just exploded. We sat across from each other in the quiet living room, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. I stared at my hands, still trembling slightly. Brigit looked around the elegant room, then back at me. Her eyes were red and tired. “Why don’t you divorce him?” she asked softly, breaking the silence. I let out a long breath. “I want to. More than anything. But he keeps threatening me. My mother… he’s been using her condition to control me for years. Every time I try to leave, he reminds me he can pull her life support.” Brigit’s face softened with understanding mixed with pain. “I never thought the stranger I met at the bookstore would turn out to be my fiancé’s wife. He’s a real jerk.” A small, bitter
SCARLETT The café suddenly felt too small, too bright, too loud. Brigit’s confused eyes moved between me and Ethan, her face pale with shock. My heart pounded so hard I could barely breathe. This was the moment I had been dreading — the moment my two worlds crashed together in the worst possible way. “What’s going on?” Brigit asked, her voice shaking. She looked at me, then at Ethan. “Ethan, why did you say? I don’t understand. Scarlett, please explain.” Ethan’s smirk grew wider as he stared straight at me. His eyes were cold, filled with that familiar cruelty I knew too well. “Finally, we meet again, my wife.” The word “wife” hit me like a slap. I remained silent for a second, feeling trapped, my hands trembling under the table. Brigit’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Your wife?” she whispered, turning to me. “Ethan, what do you mean? Scarlett… explain to me. Why is he calling you his wife? Are you… are you the ex-wife he’s been talking about all this time?” I swallowed hard. My
SCARLETTI was quietly sipping my chamomile tea in the corner of the café, trying to lose myself in the gentle murmur of conversations around me, when the door burst open. Brigit rushed in, her eyes swollen and red from crying. Her usual bright smile was gone, replaced by a look of pure heartbreak. The moment she saw me, fresh tears welled up in her eyes.“Scarlett…” Her voice broke as she hurried over.I stood up immediately and pulled her into a tight hug. She clung to me like I was the only steady thing left in her world. I could feel her trembling.“I’m here,” I whispered, rubbing her back gently. “Come sit down. Tell me what happened.”We sat across from each other. Brigit wiped her eyes with a napkin, her hands shaking. “I saw the news this morning. About Ethan’s company. Shares are crashing, there are rumors of huge losses, and he won’t answer my calls. I went to his apartment earlier, but he wasn’t there. Scarlett, I’m so scared. He’s been so cold and distant for weeks, and no
SCARLE TTLater, as we lay tangled in the sheets, my phone rang. An unknown number. I answered it hesitantly. Ethan’s voice sliced through the phone like a knife. “If you don’t come back to me, I will expose everything about you and Ryder to the media. Including photos from the auction. You have until tomorrow.” I froze in the middle of the bedroom, my body going cold. The phone felt heavy in my hand. My heart hammered so hard I could barely breathe. All the fear I thought I had escaped came rushing back, sharp and suffocating. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Before I could find my voice, Ryder gently took the phone from my hand. His expression stayed calm, but I saw the quiet fire in his eyes. “Listen to me carefully, Ethan,” Ryder said, his voice low and steady, like steel wrapped in silk. “If you release anything about Scarlett, if you come near her again, or if you try to hurt her in any way, I will destroy you. Not just your company. Your entire life. I have more
SCARLETTMy heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat as I pushed open the café door. The familiar smell of coffee and fresh pastries usually comforted me, but today it only made my stomach twist.Brigit was already there at our usual corner table, waving with that bright, genuine smile that made me feel even worse about everything I was hiding.“Scarlett! You came,” she said happily, standing up to hug me tightly. “I was starting to worry you might cancel.”I hugged her back, forcing a smile. “Of course I came. I’ve been looking forward to this.”We sat down and ordered our drinks. I chose chamomile tea to calm my nerves. Brigit ordered her usual caramel latte. As we waited, she leaned forward with that easy warmth I was starting to really like.“So, tell me — how have you been feeling lately?” she asked, her eyes soft with concern. “Last time you mentioned the pregnancy. Is everything still going okay? You look beautiful, by the way. Pregnancy really suits you.”I touc
SCARLETT "Ohhh fuckk-Ryder... I want to come," "Not yet, Scarlett. You have to learn to beg harder." Ryder's voice was low, rough, and full of dark promise as his fingers curled deep inside me, pressing against that perfect spot that made my whole body light up. He held me pinned against the s
SCARLETTThe elevator doors slid open on the top floor, and the first thing that hit me was the silence.It was too big. Too clean. Too empty.Ethan walked ahead of me, carrying my small suitcase like it weighed nothing, while the maid he’d hired trailed behind with the rest of my things. The pent
RYDERThe apartment was too quiet tonight.City lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long silver stripes across the dark hardwood floor. The only sound was the low hum of the air conditioner and the faint tick of the clock on the wall. I sat on the leather sofa, legs stretche
SCARLETTNight fell like a heavy curtain, wrapping the house in silence that should have felt peaceful but only made my nerves tighter.I sat by the pool with a book open on my lap, the pages untouched for the last twenty minutes. The water lights glowed soft blue beneath the surface, reflecting on







