Scarlett's POVThings went from bad to worse in the house I live with Luke. I no longer have a say in my house, I am scared to do anything again as the woman of the house.The last time Luke left the house, he came back two days later. I called his lines over and over again, afraid of something bad happening to him. If it hasn't happened already.I considered going to the police station to report a missing case to them. I was ready for all their questions_"when was the last time you saw him?" "What was he wearing?" I was ready for them all just to see Luke again. But my conscience wouldn't let me go as I planned, I know very well that the man has gone to one of the women he is seeing. He probably spent two nights in her house, with her on the bed.Whoever Isabella is? I wondered as I sat on the couch, waiting for whatever was going to happen. It is either I see one of the citizens drag Luke's corpse into the compound or he returns from wherever he has gone to. Did he even go to

"I'll be back," I threw my words at Scarlett who did not even bother to look or nod at me. It was very obvious that she was still surprised at me over nights ago. What is so surprising in what I did? I collected something rightfully mine, by force. It is no big deal, I wondered, opening the door of my car and hopping in, almost immediately.It was the evening of that day, I returned from work and left the house again. I was on my way to the mall. I should let Scarlett do it but I don't want her touching my money anymore, neither do I want her to be seen walking that way.I noticed she stopped walking properly ever since that night. I expected such, she obviously was in no mood to be touched that night, and her neck.Her neck still has a mark on it, slightly reddish and at the same time, brown. The neighbours will definitely question her if they saw her in such a mess, and Scarlett on the other hand, can not tell a lie."Good day," I reached the mall, greeted the man at the gate while

   Ethan's POV The day to track the criminal arrived, I woke up from my sleep with an upset stomach. What did I eat the previous night? I asked myself, recalling I had mashed potatoes I prepared by myself. I only boiled and did the necessary things. What else did I do to the potatoes to cause an upset stomach for me?  Was it that bad? I thought as I made for the bathroom to poop. It wasn't easy reaching the room, but I did. My phone beeped several times, I overheard from the bathroom where I was.  I sat on the toilet seat for almost an hour, doing nothing in particular before getting up again. I walked back into the room and got naked the next moment, this is something that never happened with Amelia in the house. How will I get naked in front of a woman? I can go naked in front of any woman, but not Amelia. She should and will definitely run away or yell at m

    Ethan's POV Matthew, myself and the rest of the men have visited the airports more than three times since the last event. Three times is less than how many times we have gone, almost six times in the space of two weeks.  "I am angry!" Matthew yelled, hitting the seat belt around his waist. It was the last time we agreed on going to the airports, we saw nothing to hold against Luke and it freaked the young man out. _including myself.  "Did that hurt?" I heard myself asking, looking at his face for a sign of pains, and his stomach to see if that part of him was breathing heavily. "No," he told me, shaking his head.  "Why is he not showing up?" "I have no idea, I should ask you, and your fellows for doing a bad job," I told him this time.  I was already angry at him

Amelia's POV“Please, fasten your seatbelts,” the air hostess' voice sounded from a place I did not see in the plane. I struggled with the belt, adjusting the leather to fit with my bulging stomach. “Here,” I muttered, smiling. I peeped to see humans and objects become smaller and smiled at the nostalgia critic feeling I felt.“I am going to New York,” it dawned on me. Do I really want to go? I asked myself, smiling. Of course, I want to, I want to see Ethan, hug him maybe and plant a kiss on his lips.I arrived at the airport in New York in no time, dragging my big box behind me. I changed the notes from Spain to New York dollars and made my way to the park, searching for a cab that will convey me to the mansion.Pictures of the boutique were taken days ago before I started preparing for my trip back to my state and country. It was posted on all my social platforms, at least, the people and citizens should know I am married to a good man. I am also having the best of my life