Semua Bab Accidentally Slept with My Ex-Boyfriend's Father: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Marcus's POVThe car was silent.Claire stared out the window, her eyes red, her fists clenched in her lap. I drove, my jaw tight, my fingers gripping the steering wheel harder than necessary.Neither of us spoke. The silence was heavier than any scream.She was the first to break it."Aren't you going to say anything?""What do you want me to say?""That it was a disaster! That those journalists destroyed us! That my reputation is ruined!"I took a deep breath. "It was a disaster, yes. But I wasn't the one who had the brilliant idea of organizing a photo session with the 'renowned Scarlett Moore,' who until very recently you didn't even know. So maybe it's better if you keep quiet."Claire turned to me, her face twisted. "Quiet? Oh, of course! Unlike you, I was worried about strengthening our family name!""I don't give a damn about that." My voice came out cold. "Or have you forgotten that I only married you because of the children? You know very well what the dynamic of this relati

Arthur's POVThe boardroom was fuller than usual.All the shareholders were present. Some seated, others standing, talking quietly in groups. The air was heavy. There was a tension you could feel on your skin, like before a storm.I was by the window, with Mrs. Fontana beside me. She had arrived early, as always. And so had I. I couldn't stay still in the office."Look at them." Mrs. Fontana's voice was low. "All of them afraid.""They should be afraid." I looked around the room. "After everything they've done."She didn't answer. She just observed with me.On the other side of the room, near the main table, Vivienne and Marcus were talking. She with a pale face, sunken eyes, her fingers drumming on the table. He with his arms crossed, his expression closed off.Neither of them looked at me.Marcus hadn't spoken to me in a long time. Since I came back. Since I appeared. And he also knew what I thought of him. He knew what I felt. And he also knew what he had done.He sided with his mo

Vivienne's POVThe damned meeting was over.Scarlett Moore and Helena Montgomery, those pests, had just left together, without looking back. The doors closed behind them with a soft click, but to me it sounded like a slap.I stayed seated in my chair. Motionless. My hands resting on the table, my fingers drumming on the wooden surface. A slow gesture. Controlled. A tic I'd had since childhood and had never managed to eliminate.I didn't move. I didn't speak. I just looked at the door through which that little woman had left. That woman in the black suit. That woman who walked into my room as if she owned everything. That woman who looked me in the eyes and didn't blink.Who did she think she was?The shareholders began to stand up. Some murmured among themselves. Others avoided my gaze. Cowards. All of them. They always had been. They spend years milking my money, applauding my decisions, and when a stranger shows up with a folder and a cold smile, they all shrink like rats.I ran my

Scarlett's POV "That means that little socialite just dug her own grave." I looked at the screen again. "And the best part? I didn't even have to try very hard. She did it all by herself. The cow." Helena laughed. "Scarlett, you're wicked. That's exactly what a niece of mine would be like." "I want it to get worse." I looked at her. "I want that woman to lose everything. The money. The fame. Everything. I want her to know what it's like to lose everything she loves. Like I lost." "And she will lose." Helena put her phone away. "The sponsors will keep falling. The most important magazines are canceling everything. Her career is finished. And Marcus? Marcus will be left with his image destroyed." "Good." I felt a smile form on my lips. A cold smile. Vengeful. "Very good." "What comes next?" "What do you think comes next, my daughter?" She raised an eyebrow. "Claire will try to clean up her image. She'll make statements. She'll blame the journalists. She'll blame you. She'll do wh

Scarlett's POVHis hand was still on my neck.It wasn't squeezing. It wasn't hurting. But it was there. Present. Reminding me who was in charge in that moment. His fingers resting on my skin, his thumb on the vein where my pulse beat. My heart racing. My breath caught.His eyes were fixed on mine. Dark. Intense. Waiting.I thought fast.I couldn't push him away. A woman with nothing to hide wouldn't react with violence to a gesture like that. She would react with surprise. With confusion. With something else.I took a deep breath. The air entered my lungs. It hurt. But it kept me alive.I raised my hand. Slowly. I grabbed his tie. I pulled him toward me. He came. Without resisting. His eyes widened slightly. But he didn't pull back.We were inches apart. His breath on my face. Mine on his. His scent. The same damn scent."You're squeezing my neck, Marcus." My voice came out low. Almost a whisper. "Is that supposed to scare me?"He didn't answer. His hand on my neck trembled. His finge