After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 41

LUKE

I told Scarlet it won't be long, but the meeting ended up taking thirty fucking minutes. I couldn't get out since it was the Japanese partners.

Rapidly, I stepped inside my office, but I did not find her.

Shit! Where did she go? 

I squeezed my temples. My eyes darted at a small piece of note on my table. I picked up and read the note. I let out a deep breath. I clenched my fist.

What the fuck, witch.

I scowled. I immediately came out of the office to ask my secretary.

"Alexia."

She looked up, surprised. "Yes, sir?"

"When did she leave?"

"Miss Carter?"

"Yes, who else?"

She bit her lip nervously. "It was ten minutes ago. She seemed to be in a hurry."

Ten minutes. She could still be in the building.

"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath and brushed my hair harshly. I hurried to the elevator. This woman had the skill to get me upside down all the time. I don't fucking chase a woman. This wasn't me.

When I reached the ground floor, I paced towards the reception desk and asked if they saw her. To my disappointment, I did not know that the employees at the reception desk are incompetent as well as the secretaries. They did not fucking see her. I sprinted outside the building.

I pressed my phone in my ear, calling her number, but until the third ring, she's still not answering.

Come on, witch.

I tugged my hair in frustration. This isn't me. I don't do this kind of shit.

I roamed my eyes around, but what made me stop looking was a scene I couldn't be wrong. I narrowed my eyes at the witch in front of my building with another man. Her body pressed tightly against him.

The usual thing I would do was to get away since I don't deal with fucking liars—not to mention unfaithful ones. But my blood boiled instantly when I found my feet pacing towards them.

I saw this kind of scene before. This thing had happened to me a long time ago.

"Scarlet…"

SCARLET

When I got down the building, Nate immediately came in front of me, but he was alone. He stepped out of his car, and his facial expression was indescribable.

"Nate, what are you doing? What is your problem?" I shouted. "Where's Anthony? I thought you were with him."

"He left. He thinks he shouldn't meddle with your family matters," he explained. "But it doesn't matter. I'm telling your stepbrother to stay away from you."

I looked around me, and people were staring. They were watching us with their insulting eyes. I pulled my hand away from Nate before we finally got into the building.

"Stop it, Nate. The people are staring!"

He seethed. "But you're not afraid of what the people are going to say if they find out about you and your stepbrother?"

My mouth opened slightly. I hadn't seen Nate act like this before. Sure, he was furious if I went on a date with some losers, and he had always backed me up. Even if he had to pick me up drunk from a club, get me out of jail, or save me from dying because some moron put a drug in my drinks. He was always there. But I never saw him so angry.

"Do you not remember what you did three years ago?" he went on. "This had happened before!" he said tightly, catching his own breath.

"Of course… I know, I remember."

"No." He shook his head. "No, you don't. If you completely remember what you did to yourself, you won't be doing this. How many times did I save you, but you still put yourself in danger? You fucking lost yourself! I thought you were going to die. You're about to jump from a rooftop building because you're not yourself!" he shouted in my face.

I swallowed hard. "Of course, I remember that incident. But during that time, I didn't know what I was doing—"

"It's because I told you not to go with Paul, but you still went there by yourself. You were drugged, do you not remember that?" He caught my arm.

"What happened that time has nothing to do with my relationship with Luke!"

"But it doesn't mean it has to happen again." Nate held my shoulder and looked into my eyes. "You were broken, and you rebelled against yourself. You destroyed your life after Raoul ruined your life. I was there! I was the one who saved you. If you messed this up again by having an affair with your stepbrother, I might not be there to save you, Scar. I might not be there." He shook his head.

"Why not?"

"Before Katherine, you knew you were the one I wanted, but you didn't want me."

I looked away, aware of what he was saying. I met him first before I met Katherine. I knew he liked me, but I couldn't like him back—and then he met Katherine. She was a better person and not me.

"Stop it, Nate. I don't know why you're saying this now because there's no point."

He gritted his teeth. "He doesn't look at you that way."

I shook my head in disbelief. I suddenly wanted to scream at his face. He caught me in my best friend's arm, and he beat him to death. Just what else could he do if it were much worse? But I was much more concerned about what I would tell Katherine now.

"God. Your trust issues are making me insane."

"Because I'm not blind. I know what I saw. I told you before… I don't like to share."

"But I have to share you with Stacy? What's the exclusivity with that?"

"This isn't about me."

It became a paranoia on my part. When I found out about a mysterious woman named Stacy a few days ago, I thought about her all the time and wondered who she was. If he wanted my trust, why didn't he give me his?

"Of course, it is!" I pressed. "You can't even trust me. You knew he's just my friend, while you can't even tell me about this woman."

He gripped the steering wheel hard, and our speed increased.

"Then why did you leave my office after I just asked you not to run away? Are you that eager to see him?"

Oh, God! I was getting sick and tired of this. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. "I can't do this anymore, Luke. We are completely incompatible."

To my surprise, he pulled over to the side of the road.

Luke unbuckled his seat belt and then crushed his lips to mine. He nipped my bottom lip hard. His kiss was abrasive and harsh. His mouth and tongue persuaded me to give in, but my mind was telling me not to. Damn it.

"Stop!" I broke away, but he did not stop. He found his way down my neck, and his hand found the round of my breast. He squeezed it roughly over the thin fabric of my blouse.

"Please stop!" I said again, pushing his chest away, but he kept on kissing my neck. "Ah… stop it! I hate you!"

"Stop struggling. You don't hate me," he groaned into my neck.

"No. I hate you. I don't want to be with you." I began to cry. "I told you the truth, and you don't believe me."

"No, you don't hate me," he whispered in my ear after a soft kiss to my temple. He pulled away a little. "And I never lied to you, but you don't seem to believe me either. You have lied to me, Scarlet, but here I am… I've adjusted for you, broke my every rule because of you. What I wanted was simple, and you couldn't do it?"

I swallowed hard; my blood was suddenly on fire. I didn't expect that he would say that.

"What do you want?"

"I'm going to break the fingers of any man who would try to touch you. You forget who's supposed to submit, witch. You are made for me. Please don't make me lose my patience again."