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Scarlet's P.O.V:

Sadness is not always a curse, it can sometimes be known as a bump in a smooth journey, but it is only that temporary bump for those people who dream and have hopes but for me, sadness was becoming a curse as I was keeping no hopes for betterment, for brightness in my dark life.

I was not able to sleep after I got to know about the great revelation about the killers of my birth mum, let alone dream.

Aside from despair, sadness, affliction and other messed up emotions, I had that one question in my mind about Caleb that was disturbing me, shocking me whenever I thought about it, made me divert my mind, my heart both from the pain that I had. But since last three days, I didn't dare to question Caleb about it.

Because I didn't want to know him, or to be precise, I couldn't afford to know him, because the glint of goodness he had was already driving me crazy and I couldn't afford to know the entire him which could make me fall...fall for his soul. Dealing with my own pain wasn't the only thing that kept me occupied since last three days but also fighting the urge to question Caleb was another hard work for me.

Past three days went like a wind for Caleb, I guess so, but for me, they were like three bloody centuries, three days ago, Caleb told me the truth that was hidden under layers of lies and betrayals, and I didn't take it well, well who could?

As much as I tried to keep my pain, my suffering to myself, Caleb being Caleb-the stubborn one, kept interfering, like when I did not want to eat, he kept pushing the tray to my face, and when I kept that annoying dish in front of me, signaling him that I'd eat, he sat in front of me to see me do that. And when I started eating, he was there to criticize my speed, and when I started to eat at normal human pace, he started to criticize the amount of food I consumed and forced me to eat more until he was himself tired of being my watchman.

Then when I did not want to stay off the bed and stop the strings of warm tears, he brought iron from somewhere and forced me to iron his clothes, do you even feel how much vexing he was towards me? He had servants to do that but of all those poor people, he chose the poorest of all-me. Well, that trick worked for sometime as I stopped pouring unnecessary water from my eyes and kept ranting about how much cruel and stupid he was being while ironing his clothes.

Then when he figured out that he was going to office and I would not go to downstairs as my newly found and valid hatred for his parents could make me kill them, he asked me-no! He ordered me to complete his files which his personal poor assistant could do, but no, he had to be pain in my back.

Those huge, beast like files were a good way to get off my mind from those repeated haunted thoughts that were burning my blood, but you know when I lost my cool, Yesterday I lost my calmness,when I saw my killer dad's name on his business associates list, and each and every ounce of patience I had was lost when I noticed that for past thirteen years, Anderson enterprises and Pierce's company have been business partners in seven deals which brought them so much profit.

John and my dad, those two bastards. Their names and their friendship and trust was easily showcased through those data collections, I stopped working. I threw those files, those papers were flying in my room, floating from one corner to other, not that I cared anyways.

But since that moment from the day before that day, I had not been responding to Caleb's weird attempts to make me divert my mind, when the previous evening he came back from office and saw the condition of our room, all dolled up with papers, he immediately frown and gritted his teeth, I could see that from my teary eyes. His jaw clenched, his hands out of his pockets and curled into fists. The partially slumped and tired figure of his immediately tensed up and from the first paper that was laying near his shoe, he started picking those papers and continued until the last one which was near my bed.

Though I was staring at him with my tears almost flowing out of my eyes, but when he came near me with his hand grasping the bundle of papers, I let my tears get sucked in inside of my eyes and kept my face as neutral as I could, he on the other hand was burning with anger and frustration, while his other hand was racking inside his hair and he was wincing in annoyance.

Once he was done ranting in his mind, he took all of his anger out of me, "What the hell, Scarlet? Don't you see I have been trying to make your forget things and asked you to do this stuff! Don't you see that I was trying to help? Don't you want help? I know the crap you gave me three days ago that how much you don't want me to help but I made it clear that I will help you because-firstly we both are humans and for humanity's sake I would and secondly, legally I am your husband and as I have rights to interfere in your pain and ease it, I would utilize it but I don't know why are you not trying to help yourself?! I forced you to eat food on time, I forced you to read magazines, watch TV, read books, iron my clothes, do these files but these all things were not for nothing! It all was for you! I did try to ease your pain for you, but you don't understand that!" He yelled, his voice raised up with his every word, when he said how much I did not understand, I started to understand and he threw the bundle of papers on the bed beside me and turned around then punched the wall.

He winced in pain then took off his coat and loosened up his tie but then stopped, he glanced at my side, saw me in tears, saw me broken in spite of his efforts and then shook his head and with his face having lots of disappointment and frustration, he went outside my room. Since then he didn't come, he didn't come to sleep, he didn't come to give me dinner but instead a servant came with the tray, he didn't come to take his clothes or anything, he faded away for that night and those horrific three days went with all of those stuff that I just relived.

Next morning, I was awoken by the voice of someone shutting the door, my eyes flickered, I kept my head off the couch and noticed that I was surrounded by my old photos that Irene packed for me, that old photos in which only I was present with my nanny Mia or with some school acquaintances but not parents or even Irene. I gathered all those photos and pushed towards the corner and as I got off the floor while having a support from the couch, I felt the shooting ache in my head and also the numbness in my feet due to the posture in which I was sleeping.

I relaxed for few seconds on the couch and then crouched down to pick up those photos, went up to my closet, opened the drawer and threw them in there with no intention of reliving the pain of those alone moments ever again especially when I had so many other sufferings to suffer. Previous night when Caleb didn't come to even sleep in our room, I felt even more bad, even more alone, even more hurt and then went to hurt myself more with those pictures.

As I shut the door of my cupboard, I wondered who shut which door which made me wake up, entrance door was locked and I saw the bathroom's door which was also closed but the voice of tap running made me realize that someone was in there-probably the beast himself.

Enervated by all of those circumstances that I faced from the forced marriage to my unfortunate wedding night to my fight with Caleb to the revelation of killers, I went towards the window and pulled the curtains to each of their respective sides and stood there, letting the warm rays of sun kiss me and the mild cool breeze warmed by sun touch my face, the smell of flowers, the chirpy voice of birds and their melodious songs took me into a trance filled with a very rare feeling-peace. I closed my eyes and folded my arms around my own waist and squeezed my own frame, and stayed on the spot with silence yet a lot of voices but those voices of birds, wind slapping the leaves didn't bother me. That slight relaxation made me less enervated.

The creek of bathroom's door earned my immediate attention as I slightly jumped on my spot and got off the peaceful trance that was surprisingly created by that comforting morning and its pleasures. I turned around, saw Caleb getting out of it, his hair were tousled to one side, all wet. He was wearing his shorts and a vest banyan, the slight drops of water was shining on his arms and neck, while he was patting and absorbing the remaining moisture he had on himself, not for once he looked at me and apologized for the way he shouted on me.

Even though I accepted that I also was at fault, but he should have understood my state as well before lashing out on me and leaving me alone for an entire night.

"Why were you using my bathroom? Next time, use the one from the room in which you slept last night," I spoke up, as soon as I felt that he was gonna lift his head up and look at me and then again throw his thorns like words at me, I looked outside again.

Not that I didn't feel his presence getting closer and closer, when he was one step away, he held my arm and pulled me, I winced as his grip around my arm tightened and looked up at him, frowned. "What?" I hissed.

"What what?" He behaved as if he didn't feel that he was holding me, a fake questioning look spread across his face.

"Caleb leave me," I winced again and struggled to get released from his grip, not looking at him was the best thing I did for that moment, to be really honest. He had a talent of angering me and also making me kinda drool.

"Firstly, this is my room, secondly I didn't sleep last night and wasn't home because of you. So I can come here and do whatever I want and use whatever I want," he leaned down a bit and spoke up, his voice barely a mumble like but it was surely laced with commanding tone.

My other hand was pushing him away, and then as his grip loosened on my arm, I succeeded in pushing him away and getting myself out of his suffocating grasp. "What did I even do to you to leave the house? Must have been with some girl but thanks to your goodness, you didn't bring someone like you did on our wedding night." My blood boiled, like literally, all the pain subsided for a moment and I lashed out on him, no matter how much complicated my emotions were that moment, I had to take my frustration out on him.

"Don't shout at me, I didn't do anything. It was you who wasn't stop crying or getting sad, in spite of my efforts so obviously I was pissed at you. I was trying for you, and then what you did? You didn't care, you threw the papers and were crying on the bed which I didn't want.So what if I was with some girl last night? Not that it concerns you anyway." He started speaking, well walking towards me too and I started taking my steps back, we did that thing until I was stuck with the damn wall and he was in front of me, keeping me in between his arms, all caged. His hands were pressed against the wall in each of my respective side like he did before and continued to blame me.

The intimacy we had was definitely taking my breath and voice again, as he was closer than he was before, I was staring at the my feet because I couldn't face him, what the hell was wrong with me? I didn't know unfortunately so I kept my mouth shut until I was mentally composed, and had knowledge of what I was gonna blurt out. Physically,I couldn't feel relaxed as having Caleb Pierce two inches away from you could make any girl's legs like jelly and heart beat faster than ever.

After taking a gulp and heaving a sigh of courage, I titled my head to see him and I saw him peering down at me as if I was his prey and he was a lion, while me, I watched him as if he was a moon and I was a wounded wolf. "So you left me, I mean...left the house because I cried?"

"No idiot, I left you because in spite of my efforts, you were not stop feeling sad, I think its hard but I don't do efforts for much people but when I do, I want results. And you were not stopping crying, and I hated it, I was so damn pissed!" He punched the wall behind me, and a scared moan escaped my mouth.

"I am not your project, Caleb. It is not easy to just let it all go." As soon as I remembered all of that again, the way all of the flashes of the moment in which I got to know about the truth started to came, my eyes filled up with tears again and as I was peering at him, I immediately looked down. I felt his tensed postured eased up a bit and he slightly went back, but still keeping me caged like that.

"You're not a project, but...a responsibility, and I was...trying to make you feel you know, less sad, and you were not responding so I just...left. I should not have lashed out on you like that. I should have understood-" I wiped away my tears and saw him again, he looked kind of nervous and restless, juggling with words, as if he was handling his own words with care so that they wouldn't hurt me, as he met my eyes, the cold barrier started to come again and the slight glints of nervousness went away and got hidden, "I mean, that is the problem Scarlet, I don't understand such scenarios. That is why I wanted you to you know just...forget all of it. I was wrong, I shouldn't have forced my opinion and my preferences over you. You have right to cry."

As soon as he said that, he pulled away his hands from beside me, then took some steps back, stared at me with his soft yet so icy cold eyes, for few moments, the time seemed to take a break as it was the first time, he ever looked at me like that.

Like he was guilty. Like he was sorry. Like he felt something.

He blinked and then turned around, ignoring me, went to his closet, opened it and threw hanged clothes from one side of the rod to another. Typical Caleb, doing everything diverting enough to ignore me, who didn't do him any harm.

Well, I had my mood swings, he definitely had right to have his own.

"Caleb," I called out, after gaining my breath back.

His hands that were slipping through his clothes stopped for a second, but then he started that thing of throwing clothes here and there again. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at him, such a stubborn piece he was. I walked up to him, held his hand and then put it away from the hanged clothes, he jerked my hand off him and turned away. I searched his closet, found his suit, took it out and then poked his back, he slightly titled his neck and looked at me from the corner, coldly.

I said, quite politely, "Your suit, Caleb."

He then took the hanger from me, quite quickly. I don't know but a small chuckle escaped my mouth at his childishness. He was out of my sight and must have went to change, I went to bathroom too, to get freshen up. Well, thankfully, our bathroom was giant enough for glass covered bath tub place, and then a shower, then a sink slab which was at the other corner. He went to shower, I went to bathtub.

The day was starting normally, like I was someone who had no problems and tensions, or maybe it was just, I was tired of crying, I was short of tears, I definitely had so much grief inside me that in any moment could take over me, hurt me and break me into another hundred pieces. But that morning seemed better than previous ones in which Caleb tried to divert me so that I wouldn't start crying, that morning, it was different, tiring yet new sort of.

I don't know how to explain but I know that I didn't just fully let go of whatever happened, it is just that I guess, I accepted the worst and I accepted that it was the worst and I also accepted that with me crying all day, it would never be changed or get better. But it could get worse.

Crying was my right, letting out my pain was must, but only focusing on pain was not worth it, I had a life, I had to live it, for no one but me. Just like I had been living since like forever. Those pictures that were with me entire night gave me that motivation, because I had no one to care for me before, so what was the big deal then? My mum got killed? I could cry all my life, but obviously like all sane mothers, she would also not like her daughter spending her entire life crying instead of living it with the shadows of haunted past. Because living in spite of destiny's cruelest decision is what courage is, it is what could bring my mum justice. I had to make my mum proud, I had to make my fate better, she didn't do that for herself because she got weak, she cried and cried and lost her strength and I didn't want to loose my strength.

I could fight with life, I could built my life, no matter how many reasons fate could give me to give up, I would choose to get up and fight and live, for myself. For my mum.

After bath and dressing up, I came out, patting my hair and then saw, Caleb all preened in his glory, strictly ordering someone on his phone. His face as hard as granite, his eyes as sharp and piercing as a ray of sun, his voice as deep as ocean but also curt. The look he had in his eyes, it was of power, domination and proud, but as soon as they fell on me, his lips stopped, the words from his mouth suddenly took a break and his eyes traveled from my toe and bare legs to my face, and then for a fleeting moment, they stayed on me then he blinked twice to get himself out of some trance and then turned around and continued ordering with his stern voice.

I had never been looked at the way he looked at me that moment, with something that was irresistible. My cheeks burned, a small creepy yet sheepish smile sudden erupted from nowhere and danced on my lips. That was such an erotic look, I could feel the shame, but I did not. His eyes claiming me from head to toe was not something I regret. As I said, it was irresistible and so damn erotic.

Did Caleb Pierce just check me out? Well, he did. He might have regretted though. But that was how my mum must have been looked at by my father and her life became miserable since then. The haunting thought made me wistful, the sheepish smile and a natural blush that was on my face was vanished. That thought scared me.

Are all men like my father? I questioned myself.

Is Caleb like my father?

The questioned was answered one moment later, as Caleb put the dish containing my breakfast on the table near the couch and said, "When you were inside? Servant came with this, so eat it! Completely! No excuses." But the strange part, he did not look at me, just put the damn dish and spoke while putting a fair amount of fruit salad from bowl to my plate and placing fork and spoon in it, and also he poured the juice for me from the jug. That was a nice move.

As he was about to get off the couch as he was done with all of that, I put the towel on the side table, and without caring about my wet hair drooping over my shoulder, I just rushed to him, sat beside him the couch, "Caleb," He was still not looking at me, what the hell did I do?

My voice was low, but loud enough for him, but still I did not even earn a nod, or a response stare or a damn 'Hmm'. "Caleb!" That time, my voice was actually loud.

He titled his head towards me, his eyes looking directly in mine, it made me shiver, it really did. The look of his face and eyes, it was all fraught with coldness, anger, frustration, despair but also a little bit of concern. "Hmm," that was his reply.

"Where were...I mean, I don't want to interfere, but where were you last night?" I was fiddling with my wedding ring, twirling it again and again, biting my lip, lowering my gaze and avoiding his, the question seemed too much for what we had. We were not on that comfort zone level, but I had to ask, don't know why but I felt that I had a right to know.

For a second, I let my eyes meet his again, they were still stuck on mine, as if reading me, exploring me, he then leaned closer. His palm lifted up and then two of his fingers touched my face as he put the loose strand of my hair behind my ear, then he cupped my face and pull me kind of closer, his finger under my eye and picked up something-an eyelash. He left my face, I pulled away so did he, he then blew off my eyelash, that was such an angelic look he had while he watched me as he touched my face and slid his fingers on his cheek and put the damn strand on its place, the places on which his fingers were, they burned with sizzling desire. For a little unbelievable moment, I closed my eyes and leaned on his touch-that was comforting, amazing and so needed.

He then looked on, so did I. The world around was blurred, the pain around my heart was nowhere to be founded, the irritating questions and thoughts in my head, they evaporated as well. It was just the talking of souls through eyes, we did not know what we got from each other but it was peaceful, looking at each other like that, it was what we needed in our life, what I basically needed a lot-peace.

"We have an apartment in Star towers, so I was there..." I nodded, and looked down, getting off the couch but then he caught my wrist and I turned around and stared down at him, "alone, I was there...alone." I bit my lip to prevent a smile and looked away to hide that shade of burning red that must have been on my cheeks, I could guarantee.

I twisted my hand that he was holding, he let go of my wrist immediately and looked down, his face all flushed, that grip was so fragile, his that touch was feather like. It felt soft, enchanting and literally one of those feelings were ignited which I never thought I had. Feeling of getting excited.

He got up and gave himself a last look on the mirror, while he was settling the little creases he had on his coat, I asked, "Can I go outside, I mean, gym?"

Without looking at me, he answered, "We have a gym in our mansion too, Scarlet. Ask any servant they will lead you to that."

I said, standing beside him while he was checking a couple of files and putting in its folder, "But I want to go out, I mean, I don't want to meet your parents so...and I don't want to stay here alone all day until you come because if I stay here, I would be haunted by things again and again. But if you don't want me to go and-"

"Scarlet," he retorted and interrupted me, he put a finger on my lip, "Firstly, I don't know how marriage works but I surely know you don't need my permission for going anywhere, I can't stop you, I won't stop you. Secondly, how much will you avoid my parents? One day you will have to face them." As soon as he finished, he put away his fingers from my lips and I bit my bottom lip, he looked as neutral as he could, that man and his mood swings.

"When will you come?" I asked.

"Till 6:00PM most probably," he stated.

"What do I do, Caleb? I don't know what to do? Since last three days, you have been giving me works to occupy and you know divert my mind, so I didn't feel the empty hours, but you are angry and you won't try to help me so what do I do? I personally don't want to go out." I started twirling my wedding ring again, looked down, remembered how I pissed him off.

"Look, I told you that I was just frustrated not angry. Plus, I think...I mean...what did you use to do before marriage?" He seemed slightly confused, kind of trapped in his own thoughts.

"Nothing really, hours went by with taunts from mum, and the remaining ones were never that eventful," I shrugged and he raised his eyebrows at me.

"Your life is even emptier than me," he commented, I rolled my eyes at him, "I mean, do you have any hobbies?"

As I was staring down at the beautiful tiles, his question brought a huge grin on my lips and I answered, there was a bit cheerfulness in my tone, "Pissing mum off was my hobby,"

He winced and glared at me, "Scarlet-"

"What? Don't give me that icy look, I am not kidding, that was my only hobby. It was kinda funny." That huge grin was still there, and Caleb was staring at me befuddled.

"Then go home and piss her off," He shrugged.

"But I don't wanna go home, that home, no!" Well, the sadness or to be precise, the anger got over me, I simply rejected that offer. I did not want to feel the air of that house. Never. The smile which was like really rare considering what I had been through, it went away.

He held his dark file folder and was about to leave our room, before leaving he gave a task like before, like he had been giving me for previous three days, "Cook for me, Scarlet. Learn to cook for me," And with that, he was gone.

But the problem was, I did not know how to cook. Only tea, green tea, some common and easy breakfast was my cup of tea. How the fuck do I cook!

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