Novel & Cerita Scarlett And Julian

She wondered what was keeping him so long. "You have just been purchased by Leonardo Rutherford. One wrong move, and you're dead. Don't joke with him." Scarlet smiled at the memory of Cassius whispering those words in her ear as he stamped her name tag. At first, she thought she had been thrown into the lion’s den, but fate had guided her to the right one instead.

recurred in my mind, round and round, that it no longer seemed a word at all. We went into the big living room. Victoria had made her way to the fireplace, her drumming fingers starting to wander on the scarlet nails on the red marble mantelpiece. "Sit," she said to me. I was lying on the couch when Eddie slipped a hard, soft hand underneath me. I wrapped my hands in my lap. They were so small, so fragile. Victoria. Walked back and forth. "I warned you about this, Natalie. About him. About what happens when you are not careful."

mum replied with a tone that left no room for argument. As the door shut behind her, I ran a hand through my hair, a slow grin spreading across my lips. So fate really wanted to test me, huh? At Aunt Stella’s place, we gathered around the dining table, laden with an array of mouthwatering dishes. The air was thick with the aroma of roasted meat and spiced vegetables, but my focus wavered. Aunt Stella sat across from me, her low-cut top revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage that drew my eyes like a magnet, no matter how hard I tried to look away.

And somehow, I'm part of it. Julian's hand finds mine. His grip is iron. "We end this. Tonight. Whatever it takes." I nod. "Together." "Together." The Penobscot Building blinks red through the window. The frozen clock at Michigan Central watches from the distance. And somewhere in Detroit, the real enemy is waiting, not knowing that Julian Croft has finally stopped fighting for an empire and started fighting for something that actually matters.

"Because if you don't, the Rossi name will be wiped off the map in Chicago by morning." That same afternoon, with the "help" of Caspian's men, Genevieve and Bianca were thrown out of the Rossi mansion like trash by Antonio. They didn't even have time to grab a single piece of jewelry before Caspian's men forced them into a car and sent them to a remote, desolate place where they would live out their days in poverty and fear. Watching my father turn to me with a fawning smile after casting out his wife and daughter, the last shred of hope I had for "family" died.

Julian urged, eager to see if Scarlett's body was as beautiful as her face. Scarlett smiled and walked closer to him. "You want to see?" Julian didn't hide his intentions. "Men like beautiful women. It's in our nature..." As he was speaking, Scarlett suddenly reached out, pressing a sharp piece of glass against his neck. His eyes widened in shock. "What are you doing?"

Scarlett I was exhausted. I barely slept last night because I was worried about everything that happened with Caleb. I know it was no accident. I know who was in my garden yesterday, and I know who tried to kill Caleb. PJ! And I was going to get the truth out of him, one way or another. I know why he tried to do it too. Not only because he is trying to get rid of Caleb because I haven’t yet, but also because he is jealous. The fact that Caleb is in danger because of me breaks my heart, and it angers me.

Scarlett's POV “I want you to be my contract wife.” He repeated. Those words sounded strange to my ears. “Excuse me! What do you mean by contract wife, Mr. Cade?” I asked, astonished. "Look, Miss Scarlett, this is purely a business proposition; you are either in or out,” he said dismissively. “This is a good offer for you; you'll be helping me achieve my goal of becoming the CEO of this company, and you'll make a lot of money in the process.”

They had been through enough by now that words weren't always necessary, something had grown between them over these long terrible weeks that was faster and quieter than language. He understood. Julian was still rolling his shoulder from the collision, but he caught the look passing between them and straightened. "Please tell me that expression means someone has an actual plan." "Distract him," Scarlett said. The grin that spread across Julian's face was the most genuine thing she had seen from him all night. "Now *that* is my specialty." Alexander was retreating steadily toward the central panel, each backward step deliberate, keeping his body angled between the pendant and everyone else. T