Scarlet Overkill Husband Novels & Stories

Scarlett asked incredulously, "You know what? Nevermind, my life is so happy that I have absolutely nothing to worry about; my life has been perfect since you came into it; Michael and I are waxing stronger; our bond has been growing day by day; and so is our communication. If anyone had told me months ago that my feelings for Michael would change, I would have laughed and called that person delusional, but because of you..." Scarlett held my face as she stared into my eyes. "I have you to fulfill all of my sexual desires and keep me company," she stated, and I felt disappointed. That's it? I tried not to let it get to me, as I laughed, "Such a coincidence." "Coincidence? What happened?" Sca

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

But Scarlet refused to play by the rules. One of the bodyguards managed to undo her robe, but Scarlet bit his hand. Her teeth sank deep into his skin, making him scream. He had to let go of her immediately. Next, she spat into the eyes of the other guard, and the struggle continued while Cassius stood and watched in disgust and anger. The guests began whispering in low tones, which quickly spread throughout the room. The talk among them was that the young lady was Scarlet Blackwood, the daughter of the late finance billionaire Bradley Blackwood. And it posed the question: What could she possibly be doing here?

When he’s away from us, my friends who was beside me squealed. “You know what, you’re the only one he’s concerned about,” Sabrina said with a smirk. Lucina nodded. “Sabrina is right. You’re just… A little blind about Sir Edward’s feelings about you. Is your husband really that amazing that you close your eyes for the person like Sir Edward who we think is much deserving than your husband,” Lucina said. I tapped her arm with a pout. “How could you say that in front of my face?” “For you to wake up. Girl, your husband is cruel to you. You always prepared breakfast for him, but he never ate them,” Sabrina said firmly.

Scarlett let out a soft, breathy moan she’d once heard in a drama, catching both the man and the intruders off guard. “What the hell? Just a couple hooking up,” someone muttered outside. Light filtered in through the cracked door, landing on Scarlett’s face. The man’s body pressed tightly to hers, shielding her. From outside, they looked like any couple lost in passion. “That’s not him. He’s injured. He wouldn’t be doing this,” someone whispered. “We’re in trouble if we don’t find him,” another hissed. Wayne. Scarlett’s heart skipped a beat. That was her husband’s name. Could it be…? No. That didn’t make sense. Why would her husband be hiding, injured, and hunted?

He was sure she must be thinking a complete fiasco in her mind. He asked Scarlet to meet him in the restroom to back her off. He doesn't want to have fight or upset his his wife for a third grade whore. The door opened and Scarlet entered looking at him seductively. He took two long strides and pinned her to the door. "What the fuck do want Scarlet?! I have fucking told you to back off!" He hissed threatening her. Though her heart trembled in fear still the lust of money made her fool enough to say, "I want you back!"

He took a long breath out of frustration. "You know how sweet you are, so thank you." His compassion, concealed behind his fury, made me smile. "It's not a good thing to blackmail your husband, Mrs. Oscar. You are well aware that I can not allow you to go meet that woman by yourself." "Yeah, I know, Mr. Husband; you love your wife very much. Now, shall we proceed?" I motioned for him to move over to the car after grabbing my overcoat off the dining chair. "Oh, Scarlet, you are a control manipulator." He gave me a scornful glance.

"I don't understand what you're fucking talking about. Who's scarlet or what the hell you called the name again?" "Huh?" He sounded confused. Yeah, that was the goal! He could piss off for all I care. Until I heard his painfully annoying voice. "Bro that won't work on me. You should know that by now. I know you now have a wife, Scarlet. How's she?" I felt like squeezing the life out of him. Smart fucking little ass. "How my wife is, is none of your business." "Yeah bro. Maybe you could say that but then-----"

She said coolly and glanced at Julian curiously,”Anyways I’m curious, how do you two know each other? “Scarlet didn’t hesitate to reply, “We’re married. Remember the guy I was telling you about the other day? This is him.” She moved closer to Julian as if to prove to Helen that she was saying the truth, Julian was really her husband. Helen’s face registered with shock. What did she just hear? Scarlet her bestie and Julian were married? Her eyes darted between Scarlet and Julian as she processed the information she just heard. It was as if a bomb had just dropped on her.

I don’t want to go back to that life. --- Scarlet’s situation is both heartbreaking and perplexing. Her struggle with Michael’s obsession and her own fears reveal how difficult it can be to break free from such toxic relationships. Her decision to go back to Michael despite his threats shows how fear can sometimes outweigh reason. It’s tragic that she feels responsible for his well-being, even though his actions are clearly harmful. I admire her strength in confronting her own feelings and her courage in facing such a daunting situation. But her choice to return, despite knowing it’s not right for her, is hard to understand. The fear of being responsible for someone’s death is a powerful for