"Scarlett's point of view,""What the fuck is this? You must have planned this, right?" He is shaking with fury. "I'm sorry, but I wasn't intending to do this. I'll clean it all up, and I've previously told you that I don't like the smell of your perfume." "Is this your new plan to get even with me?" He lifted his brow at me. "No, it's not what you think; vomiting is normal during pregnancy.""For what you did to me, I will surely punish you even more harshly this time." Once again, he came at me with his devilish appeal. "Please stay away from me because...," oh no, I can't control myself from throwing up on him this time, too. "Scarlet, do not try to push my limits. You are strongly aware of the consequences of your activities.""I'm sorry, but his cologne makes me want to vomit so badly that I can't stop myself."He wears a perfume by Armani, and while the scent is pleasant, I find it offensive. I went straight to his bathroom. I just got out of his restroom, where I spent a
"Samuel's point of view,""Good morning, Mr. Oscar."What's fantastic about this morning is that I got puked on by a bloody middle-class woman in the morning, and I can't even get back together with her for it. She claimed that she didn't enjoy the scent of my perfume. She has no right to say that my perfume smells terrible. Does she even know how much my perfume costs? I opened the door to my office and loosened my tie in anger. "I need coffee right away." I instantly ordered a coffee delivery by dialing my P.A. extension. Now, only a cup of coffee will ease my irritation. "Your coffee, Mr. Oscar," He placed my coffee mug on the table. "Are you okay, sir?" Why does he keep bugging me with questions when he should be able to see how annoyed I am with my contracted wife? She is not a person who is easy to manage. "Leave me alone. I don't want to be bothered right now by anyone." He nodded and walked out of my office, saying, "Okay, Mr. Oscar." Why does this coffee taste so bi
"Scarlett's point of view,""Scarlet, get up; you can't stay in bed all day; you must work following Samuel's orders." Clara yanked my hand to get me out of bed. "Why are you doing this? I want to sleep." To block her unpleasant voice from reaching my ears, I moved my face in another direction and covered my ear. "You can't keep ignoring me; get out of bed. I need your help in getting ready." "Where are you going?" Her repeated tugs on my hand finally got me to open my eyes. "I have a romantic supper on the patio planned, so I need to look my best." She threw her hair up in the air. "Why do you need my help when there are so many salons and makeup professionals available? You can go there." "Follow my instructions without question, Scarlet, or I'll complain to Samuel about your behavior." To threaten me, she brought up the devil once more. "Tell me, please, madam, what to do first." I take a deep breath to vent my annoyance. "Take a look at this list and get ready." She gave m
"Samuel's point of view,""Where is Clara?" I asked Samantha about Clara as soon as I walked into my house in the evening. "She left because she had a crucial business meeting, sir."Why does she have such a pitiful expression in her eyes? I am not a victim personality; I am the one who planned everything, and I am now pleased with the outcome of my plan. 1. "Where is Scarlet, then?""She is sleeping, sir." "What? Why is she sleeping in the evening after all that she did the whole day and also last night?" I started walking toward her room. "She has a headache and throws up three times in the afternoon, sir, and she is exhausted." Samantha attempted to block my way. "What happened to her? Is she sick?" I raised an eyebrow at her. Should I call a doctor for her? No, I believe that I must check her out first because she may be having another tantrum to avoid my sanctions. Why, though, did I worry so much about her? No, I am not worried about her, but about my unborn child. Befo
"Scarlett's point of view,"Dinner date? Has Samantha lost her mind? What exactly is she saying? Samuel set up a dinner date for me. She is undoubtedly daydreaming. "What are you saying, Samantha? You have had a misunderstanding." I regarded her with perplexity. "Samantha, why are you lying to me?" His mother questioned her angrily. "No, Mama, she is not lying. I had planned to surprise her with supper on the terrace, but when you showed up to join us, I had to change my plans. Samantha, I already instructed you not to tell my mother, so why did you tell her?" What the hell is going on? Is it unquestionably a joke or a nightmare? surprise dining with the devil. I am aware that he is deceiving her mother into thinking he cares about me. But the truth is rather different. Clara set up a romantic meal for the two of them, and now that she's not around, he wants to claim all the credit for himself. He is such a jerk. But there's one thing I didn't get until now, and that's why
"Samuel's point of view,""Is all of this food delivered from a five-star hotel since it looks so good?" Incredulous, I stared at the serving dish before me. There is no one else here besides us, so she will only be here to respond to my queries, which I don't want to do. "Maybe?" She answered subtly. I'm still curious as to why Clara ordered so much food. However, the meal is pretty good. I started to eat, and after the first bite, I was in ecstasy. That chef should work in my kitchen. I'll be sure to inquire about the restaurant where she placed her order for that much food. What if Scarlet made everything? I gave her a wary gaze. No, she is unable to prepare these meals by herself. I'm not sure if I should question her about whether she made this meal or not. She is a liar, and she surely tells me that she prepared all of this food; therefore, I can not believe her. I won't ask her about the food because she constantly tries to act innocent. However, I'm still curious about
"Scarlett's point of view,""Now, what are you doing here? Why are you disturbing my sleep after I've already accomplished everything you asked me to do?" It was a pleasant night in my chamber when the devil came in and woke me up. What is wrong with him that he always wakes me up? "I have to share this bed with you, Miss Neve.""What? Have you gone insane?" Unfortunately, I must live under the same roof as him for the sake of my mother and my unborn child, even though I don't want to spend a single minute with him and now he wants to sleep in my bed with me. I'm not going to let this happen in any way. "It's not a request, Miss Neve; it's an order: share your bedroom." He pulled my blanket over me and lay down next to me. What did he want now? Why does he insist that we share a bed even though his mother has already left this place? But if I asked him why, he would undoubtedly show me his claims on the property once more."I'll sleep in another room, Mr. Oscar; you can sleep he
"Samuel's point of view,""Miss Neve, I'll see you in my office at 9 a.m. sharp." I told her to get to work on time before I left the house. "But how can I..?" She continues to look for excuses. "Scarlet, don't be hesitant; it's not going to do anything out of the ordinary; every woman should have financial independence; and it's excellent for your future." My mother cut her off. She urged her to work as my assistant at my office. Although she supports my choice, my mother still doesn't understand why I allowed her to work in my office. "Okay, Aunty," she sighed and walked out of the dining room. "Mom, thank you for supporting my wife.""Son, I did this for her, not for you; she has to be independent."Who is interested in her independence? This is another instance of bullying her. "Take care of my grandchild and my daughter-in-law, Samuel. I'm leaving right now.""Of course, Mom, I will." I can stop being kind to Scarlet now that my mother has finally left the house. I tolerate