All Chapters of He chose my stepsister. I chose his rival : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SCARLET POV:I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, the cool air filling my lungs, before releasing it in a long exhale. There it was, the restaurant where my father had asked to meet me.It was so strange to receive a call from him out of the blue, pleading with me to spare him just a little bit of my time. The very thought of speaking to any of my family members again, especially my father, filled me with an odd mix of anger and curiosity.As I approached the entrance, I reminded myself of my resolve. I had convinced myself that I would never engage with my family again and that their absence from my life was what I truly needed. But that call, that unexpected request to meet, gnawed at my thoughts throughout the night. Despite my hatred for my family, including my father, I couldn’t help but be drawn to the mystery of what he wanted to discuss with me.And so, against my better judgment, I had made up my mind to meet him. I entered the restaurant, my footsteps echoing on the til

Third-person POVRyan waited anxiously in his car outside Scarlet apartment building. They had agreed that he would pick her up so they could go together to meet his parents. He had called her the previous night to inform her of the meeting, and to his surprise, she agreed immediately, her voice filled with unexpected confidence as she assured him that he had nothing to worry about.But Ryan couldn’t shake off his nerves.There was a lot at stake, and he didn’t want Scarlet to make any mistakes or say anything that might give away the fact that their marriage was a contract, a business arrangement. He wanted her to blend in seamlessly to win his parents’ trust and approval.After what felt like an eternity, he finally caught sight of Scarlet making her way down from her apartment. The sight of her took his breath away. She looked completely different from what he was accustomed to seeing.Today, she had dressed elegantly, exuding a sense of sophistication that he hadn’t witnessed befo

Third-person POV.Anna and Raymond exchanged glances, their confusion apparent as they tried to process Scarlet’s unexpected response. Raymond, unable to withhold his defense, spoke up with a hint of irritation.“I must say that calling our son ‘insane’ while we’re here is not very respectful. Ryan is not insane, he is a responsible and level-headed young man, and you should choose your words carefully,” he asserted firmly.Scarlet, sensing Raymond’s defensiveness, quickly interjected to explain her stance. “Oh, no, Mr. Marchetti! I didn’t mean it negatively at all. I apologize if it came across that way,” she clarified, her eyes darting apologetically between Raymond and Anna. “What I meant was that Ryan has this incredibly unique personality…he’s just so weird and so different that it sometimes makes me think that he’s insane.”Raymond relaxed slightly as Scarlet clarified her intentions. He peered at her, his disinterest evident. Anna, on the other hand, shot Raymond a glare, urgin

Third Person POV.Scarlet stirred from her deep sleep, her entire body weak from exhaustion. The abrupt sound of the doorbell ringing pierced her ears, jolting her awake for a few fleeting moments.She groaned, burying her face in the pillow, hoping that whoever was at the door would simply give up and go away. She desperately wanted to find peace in the comforting embrace of sleep, and the fact that someone had cut short her sleep made her extremely cranky.She pretended to not hear the doorbell, covering her head with a pillow to block out the sound. But as the ringing persisted, growing more insistent by the second, frustration overrode her weariness.Scarlet grumbled under her breath, tugging herself out of bed and trudging towards the front door, her steps heavy with annoyance. As she approached the door, she spared a fleeting glance at the monitor to confirm who it was that had interrupted her precious sleep at such an ungodly hour.Her eyes widened in surprise and irritation wh

Scarlet’s POVMy patience was wearing thin as I glanced at my watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Ryan was late, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance creeping in. We had agreed to meet at the bridal shop at 1 p.m. sharp, and yet, here I was, waiting while he ran late.I didn’t like the idea of being in a bridal shop, which was why I didn’t want to waste any more time here. But Ryan just had to test my limits by keeping me waiting.Letting out a tired sigh, I shifted uncomfortably in the plush seating area, feeling the eyes of the female staff drilling into me. They must have noticed my restlessness.I ignored their staring and continued waiting quietly until one of the staff members approached me with a hint of condescension in her voice.“Are you sure you’re still interested in shopping, Miss Parker?” she asked, her voice dripping with false politeness. “Our bridal shop welcomes a lot of important clients, and one of them is on their way. If you’re unable to so