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Ruby’s POV Just as Scarlett was floundering, clearly unable to give an answer, Asher suddenly appeared beside her, his usual charming smile fixed firmly on his face. “Hey, let’s calm down,” he said lightly, resting a hand on Scarlett’s shoulder. “Ruby, come on. Can’t we talk about this somewhere private?” I did not respond, and immediately Asher grew uncomfortable about approaching me. Slowly I walked up to him. “Private?” I snapped. “I already told her to stop, and she refused. So hell no. We’re not taking this anywhere private.” I pointed straight at Scarlett.

"Hmph. There is no need to feel guilty. You are too kind Natasha. This fat and ugly bitch never deserved me. If it wasn't because of her shares in the hospital, I would have never considered her as my fiance. You are one hundred times better and more talented than she is!" Scarlett felt a stabbing pain in her chest at the memory of the ordeal. She had caught Natasha and James in bed with each other and turned to alcohol which got spiked by Natasha's friend. Her life was destroyed from that moment. She had to give up her shares in her late mother's hospital after being blackmailed by Natasha and her mother. They acquired it and even made her slave away as a researcher for years. She would nev

Grey had watched Scarlett grow into the strong, capable woman she was today, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and affection. The memory of the health orientation program that Scarlett had organized for the pack resurfaced in Dr. Grey's mind. It had been a remarkable initiative, showcasing Scarlett's dedication to the well-being of others. She remembered how Scarlett had taken charge of the event, sharing valuable information with the pack members about health and wellness. The way Scarlett had interacted with everyone, her confidence and passion shining through, had left an indelible mark on everyone present.

He still wanted answers, but now wasn’t the time, he'd wait for the perfect time to ask about this Micheal, who he suspected to be his brother or perhaps a close relative. They gave their names and stepped inside. The moment they entered the grand ballroom, heads turned instantly, and whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire. It was finally here, in their faces. The Russo and Virelli heirs, now husbands, walking in together. Elian and Dex's wedding had been a spur of the moment kinda thing, just a few witnesses, reluctant vows under the strict eyes of Jacob and Derek. And the hateful glares thrown here and there.

I knew that nothing could stop me from fucking the living daylights out of her if she let me this time, my entire body was shaken with the unbelievably burning need to have my length buried in her. “Oh, God,” she cried out, reaching out to palm my throbbing erection. I’d just reached around her to yank her zip down for better access when I heard the door open and a deafening scream followed. “What the fuck!?” Ashley yelled at the same time we tore away from each other. Scarlett’s face turned completely red and she trained her eyes on the floor while nervously trembling as she hurried to her feet. “Ashley,” I called her name as I shamefully ran a hand through my hair and got to my feet, I did

One she recognized as a club whore, the other must have been a hang around. "Ash wash your hands. Then let's go back to the party." Scarlett replied. Ash did as she said and then left the bathroom heading for Rider. When she was a few feet away the place got quiet, and Rider stood up as did James and Steele. Ash went into Rider's arms. "Scarlett what now?" James asked. He wasn't stupid enough to demand. He was actually a little scared of her. Steele had to be a saint to put up with her. He just knew it was trouble with a capital T.

Tara Scarlett is a menace. An adorable, sharp-witted, completely unstoppable menace and Ash has no clue what he’s up against. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Ash lose yet another argument to the tiny tyrant. He doesn’t stand a chance, and I think deep down, he knows it. Even if he isn’t quite ready to admit defeat yet. “You can’t just order me around like some lackey,” he protests, running a hand through his already-messy dark hair. Scarlett tilts her head, considering. “Yes, I can. What’s a lackey?”

And yet, here I was, face to face with the overbearing, stock up billionaire himself. Great. Another fucker to deal with. “And Lucian, this is my sister. My twin. Scarlett Chamberlain.” “It's Ashford not Chamberlain." I snapped a little. “I don't go by that surname anymore. It's dead to me." Lucian just looked at me. He didn’t nod. Didn’t offer a polite ‘hello’ or even a fake smile. Just cocked his head slightly like he was sizing me up. Like I was a scratch on his pristine Porsche.

They sat in the dark for hours, sipping cold coffee and watching through binoculars. Scarlett showed up around eleven. She stepped out of a black SUV in a tight black dress that hugged every curve. The fabric clung to her heavy tits and flared out at her hips. Her red hair caught the streetlight like fire. Even from a distance, Matt felt a pull in his gut. “Jesus,” he whispered. “Focus,” Riley hissed, elbowing him. “She’s meeting with the Rossi crew. Probably arguing over territory.” They watched Scarlett stride inside like she owned the place. Through a cracked window, they caught glimpses. She stood tall in the middle of a group of hard-looking men. One of them, a big guy with tattoos, got

Adrian drank, swallowed pills, and kept surviving because dying had apparently decided not to do him the favor yet. The dream lingered anyway. In it, Scarlett had held him. Not with pity. Not even with forgiveness. Just with warmth. It felt more real than most of his waking life. But reality had kept moving without him. Three years earlier, one of his overseas contacts had quietly confirmed what Adrian had already begun to fear: Scarlett had married. She had kept the name Stephanie Vale, moved to London with her husband, and built exactly the kind of life that had no place for Adrian DeLuca in it.