I on picking the shattered glass, pretending like I didn't just hit anyone.
But he refused to move.
When I was done gathering the pieces, I remained crouched there, frozen.
He cleared his throat—indirectly reminding me he was still standing over me.
I slowly stood up and nervously raised my head.
His perfectly white Versace up-and-down was now painted with milk, with pieces of fruit sticking to it.
I swallowed hard… then gave him a ridiculous smile, scratching my hair.
He said nothing—just stared.
The silence was choking me, his intense gaze heating up my whole system.
"I'm so sorry," I said, starting to wipe the stains with my hanky.
But somehow, it felt like I was making everything worse.
I reached his chest. Watermelon pieces clung to the buttons he'd left open.
Wow.
He actually had great builds. His chest was hard but smooth—made me want to rest my head on it.
I got carried away. My hands moved across his chest, then up to his broad shoulders.
Gosh, how can someone be so perfect?
An angelic face, deep black eyes capable of enchanting anyone, perfect wavy hair framing his face, high cheekbones, a sharp jawline… and that body.
I hadn't even seen all of it yet. Damn, I wished I could take his shirt off and explore more.
Suddenly, he grabbed my hand, snapping me out of my dream world.
I blinked repeatedly and smiled sheepishly, but his face stayed blank—emotionless.
"Are you done touching me?" he asked coldly.
This was so embarrassing.
How the heck did I get that carried away?
"Umm… no. No, it's not like that. I was just helping you clean off—" I tried to explain, but he cut me short.
"Really? By using your fingers?" he said, tone mocking.
"Oh… I didn't realize it fell off," I said meekly.
I bent to pick up the hanky and was about to use it when he grabbed my hand again.
Then he shoved me aside and left without another word.
Woah… that was close.
I hurried back to my room and locked the door.
Something was tucked under my pillow. Curious, I checked.
My phone.
Wait—what the hell?
How was that even possible? I clearly remembered throwing it away when Mr. Grey was running after me like a mad dog.
I unlocked it.
Notifications began popping up—dozens of them. All from one person.
Alia.
My best friend.
The one person whose betrayal hurt the most.
I opened the messages. Some were pictures, others videos.
Across them, bold text read:
(In case you are still alive—or probably it's just your stinking ghost—everything that was yours is now mine. This is just a remindal.)
My heart sank with pain.
There she was with Jason—living life to the fullest.
In my company.
In my house.
With my money.
Wow. Just wow.
They were enjoying everything I worked for, for years… while I was here, not even sure of my future.
I realized how foolish I had been. Whenever Jason and I were together, he always had excuses not to visit. And most times, I'd see him and Alia whispering alone in some corner. But my stupid self never suspected a thing. I trusted him with all my heart.
And what did he do?
He broke it.
He took everything away… just two days before our wedding.
I buried my face in my palms and cried, regretting ever falling for him.
What would I do now if Mr. Grey asked me to leave?
I had no one else.
How would I survive?
Fu*k! Jason Sinclair, you ruined my life.
With anger and agony burning in my chest, I flung the phone away.
I broke down in tears, crying like a little child—a lonely one.
I cursed the day I met Jason, the day I fell in love with him.
Damn it. I was such a fool.
I cried harder, realizing I couldn't get justice for my dad. Couldn't put the person who killed him behind bars. It hurt so damn much.
Then I remembered something.
My baby.
The one I most wanted Jason to pay for.
I stood up and wiped my tears.
I would not let my baby's blood go to waste. I would avenge by baby no matter the cost.
Jason Sinclair… I, Scarlett Snow, will make you pay—even if it's the last thing I do.
It was time to make a deal with the devil.
Gathering every bit of courage I had left, I went to find him.
I went to his bedroom—but he wasn't there.
I wasn't willing to leave, so I waited.
And waited.
I got tired and sat on his bed, head bent.
After what felt like forever, I heard his voice.
"Not only did you ruin my clothes, you're now in my room, sitting comfortably on my bed. Wow, you sure have some nerves, lady."
I froze, then quickly stood up.
"I'm really sorry, I ju—"
He raised a hand, shutting me up instantly.
"Get out," he said, walking inside.
Tears built up in my eyes as I clenched my small fists.
"I won't," I said.
He stopped.
Turned.
Walked back toward me slowly.
"What did you say?" he asked—not a question, an order.
He came close and grabbed my jaw, gripping so hard I thought it would crack.
I breathed heavily but didn't dare look up at him.
I was terrified of what I'd see in his eyes.
"What the fu*k did you say?" he growled, tightening his grip.
I groaned as tears escaped, exposing my weakness.
"Please, Mr. Grey… you can do whatever you want with me. Torture me till your heart is satisfied. But please… I just have one request…"
Silence.
No response.
So I added softly, "I badly need your help."
He finally released me and walked away like I hadn't said a single thing—like I wasn't even there.
My heart tightened painfully.
I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming out from the hurt.