Scarlett’s Point of View“This is for your mother's medical bills.” My dad shoved the money in my hands and snorted bitterly, “but hear me—don't you dare let anyone know what we have planned. Do you understand? If they find out, your mom will suffer far worse than death!”“Yes, dad…”He glared at me with disdain, his head shaking vehemently. “You're a fool to keep believing your mom will get better. If I were you, I would just give up—there's no hope because her disease is incurable. You're only setting yourself up for pain.”"Honey, you can try to influence your illegitimate daughter all you want, but she will never heed your words." My stepmom's voice dripped with condescension. "However, I won't hesitate to use her to our advantage in keeping my daughter from marrying into that arrogant family!"That’s right.My dad had arranged me into a marriage with a cold-hearted billionaire, hoping to gain some financial return. It was supposed to be Nadine – my half-sister – but she wasn't wi
Scarlett’s Point of View“Mom, how are you feeling?”A warm, grateful smile spread across my mother’s face as she squeezed my hand. “I’m doing well because of you—I was able to take my medicine on time with no worries.” She paused, her loving eyes searching mine. “How about you? Are you overworking yourself? Please, don’t exhaust yourself too much. You need a break sometimes.”My stare was unwavering, but I could not cover up the shame that lit my gaze. How was I going to explain that the funds for her treatment were coming from someone she loathed and despised?“It’s all good, mom. I’m not trying to take on too much. My boss is actually really kind,” I lied.“That’s wonderful! Now, you can go home and get some rejuvenating rest. Don’t worry about me; the doctor and nurse are being very attentive.”“Are you sure?” I asked, not wanting to leave, but I had to. Two years had passed since I was wed to the firstborn of the Scoville family, and because of that, my father was always generou
Storm’s Point of View [Two hours ago] “Do you want a beer, babe? I see you here all the time, don’t you ever get lonely?” The blonde girl purred seductively and moved closer. Her chest pressing into me as she ran her fingertips tantalizingly over my chest. My lip curled in disgust as I reached for the glass atop the table. She observed my actions with curious anticipation, only to gasp when I calmly poured the liqueur over her head and face. “What gives you the right to lay your filthy hands on me?” I seethed with indignation, rising from my seat, and hastily brushing off the ‘dirt’ she had maliciously splattered onto my clothes. “I came here to relax with a drink, not to be pestered by some slut like you.” “What the hell?!” she yelled. But I refused to even glance at her, and instead fled the scene. I had no idea why I’d come back here in the first place. My grandpa’s villa was calling me home, but I couldn’t face it. Playing house with a wife was the last thing on my list of
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 j
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,