"Scarlett's point of view,"One year later, ****"Please get ready quickly, Scarlet; it's getting late." Samuel called out from the corridor. "Samuel, I need your help. I'm not able to handle everything by myself." I dressed Elena. "Scarlet, I sent you out of the office early, so why are you running late?" He came into my room and stared at me, bewildered. "I thought you were her bridesmaid, but you still haven't gotten dressed." Samuel expressed his displeasure to me. "Samuel, stop acting like a typical husband. My circumstance is no secret to you; managing a multi-billionaire company while caring for your twin children is no picnic." I gave him a furious glance. My constant disarray, both in appearance and behavior, was a constant target of his taunting critique. "You want to do everything on your own because you don't trust your husband, even though I didn't ask you to take on too much work at the workplace." Now his mocking gets on my nerves. "Stop taunting me, Samuel. You
"Scarlett point of view,""The user you are trying to reach is now unavailable, but you can leave a voicemail, and they will get back to you as soon as possible." "Please pick up the phone, Clara; there is an emergency." I called Clara and left a voicemail in a state of panic. Until I speak with Clara, I can not leave this restroom. How could I have made such a grave error? Apparently, in my haste, I walked into the wrong room. I turned around and studied the luxurious washroom with awe.Even though it's the dead of winter, the sweat beading on my forehead is evidence of how frightened I feel right now. Due to thirst, my throat is becoming quite dry. I'm moving my saliva up and down in my throat to quench my thirst. I wish there were two doors in this bathroom, one of which opened to the street outside the hotel, so I could get out of this awkward situation. Unfortunately, there is no other way for me to leave this place. "Clara, I need you to call me right away so you can help
"Samuel's point of view,""How dare you enter my room, Scarlet Neve?" I had been waiting in the room for Clara for two hours, and when she still hadn't shown up, I was about to leave when I heard a noise coming from the bathroom. Is Clara in the restroom? No, this is not possible. Why would she spend two hours in the restroom? I waited outside the restroom door to see who was inside. Although I could not make out the details of what was occurring there, the sound emanating from the bathroom made me feel as though I recognized the voice. But if this is not Clara's voice, who is inside the restroom with a voice that sounds so familiar to me? Curiosity got the best of me, and I ended up opening the restroom door. "I'm sorry, Mr. Oscar; I did not know this was your room." She uttered it in a frightened whisper. When I opened the bathroom door, I overheard her saying on the phone that she had come to this room simply for money; therefore, I am quite certain that she had only come fo
"Scarlet's point of view,"Samuel Oscar left me alone in the hotel room. My body no longer has the strength to allow me to cover my body. I moved my foot to the bed's edge to grab a sheet to cover my body. After a sleepless night of crying, I woke up with dry eyes. He penalized me for an error that I didn't make intentionally. He said he didn't want to see my nasty face ever again. I won't ever see him again. The way he tortured me the entire night made it crystal clear to me that, after that, the man does not have a heart in his chest. I took up the check that was lying beside me and examined the amount that had been written on it. This sum is significantly greater than what Clara had promised me. With this much money, I could easily treat my mom. I mustered what little strength I had and checked out of the motel, heading straight for the hospital. My mother's heart operation went well. As time passed more quickly, I forgot about the incident involving Mr. Oscar. Clara and I had
"Samuel's point of view,""Mr. Oscar, Following your instructions, I've brought Scarlett Neve here." I was sitting in my office waiting for her when my PA notified me of Scarlett's arrival. "Well, you still have revealed nothing to her about me, do you?" I closed the open file on the table in front of me. "No, Mr. Oscar, I lied just as you had instructed me to, to bring her here." My PA responded gently. "Okay, you may send her to my office." I put on the coat hanging on my chair and turned my chair in the other direction so that she could not see my face when she entered my office. I never imagined that one day I would summon the girl whose face I never wanted to see again. but all its all i have to do just because of my mother."May I come in, Mr. Brown?" I raised my hand in the air and motioned for Scarlett to enter after hearing her voice. "Mr. Brown, Your PA informed me you were interested in hiring me and that you liked my resume." She took a stride toward my chair. "If yo
"Scarlet's point of view,""Samuel Oscar, what do you want? How dare you treat me like this!" As soon as I walked into his office, I confronted him with my rage. "Oh, Miss Neve, how did you get here? Have you got any crucial work to do with me?" He took the file off his face and grinned evilly while turning to face me. "Stop acting like a fool; you know why I've come here." Before this, I did not know that Samuel Oscar was such a terrible and shallow man; I had only ever heard praise for him in the media. However, his behavior toward me has shown the diabolical nature that lurks beneath his seemingly sweet exterior. "Okay, Miss Neve, I like girls like you who don't overthink things and speak with clarity." He stood up from his chair and walked over to me."I want to marry you and have my child with you." "I already declined your offer; why didn't you get my point right away?" I moved back to get away from him. "Well, I get what you're saying completely, but this time you came
"Scarlett's point of view,"I have agreed to marry a man who I hardly even know, giving in to my compulsions. I've either read about Samuel Oscar in business magazines or heard about him on television news programs. Clara never provided me with any precise details regarding Samuel. I feel as though my life is a nightmare in which I keep tumbling down a deep well yet cannot shout because I can't raise my voice high enough. I returned to the hospital and went to my mother's room. However, my mother was not in that room; instead, a different patient was lying on that bed. Where did my mother suddenly vanish? Have the staff members at the hospital discharged my mother? But after agreeing to all of Samuel's demands, why has Samuel interfered with my mother's medical care? "We have moved your mom to the VIP room, Miss Neve.""What?" My mother's nurse told me as I was on my way to ask about my mother at the hospital reception. They moved my mother to a VIP room, but why? "Even the hos
"Scarlett's point of view,"The repeated alarms jolted me awake. Today is the big day—my wedding. Like most women, I had many fantasies about my future husband. Alas, fate had other plans for me, and I shall be married to a devil instead of a prince. Do you still have the same perspective on him? My subconscious begs me to overlook Samuel's prior transgression of his recent good deeds, but my heart is in no way prepared to do so. For the sake of my mother and my unborn child, I am getting married to him. Again, I reaffirmed my purpose in my mind. But what if you developed feelings for him after getting married? Samuel Oscar looks unmistakably like a Greek god. In front of him, a flurry of female bodies is always in motion. He can hypnotize any female with just one look. But it has been challenging for me to feel affection for him after the horrible form I saw him in that evening. "Miss Neve, good morning." My phone's display flashed an unknown number. I struggled to say good mo