Scarlett: The Billionaire's Secret Wife

PROLOGUE “Hurry! Grab a sheet before the blood enters your carpet!” Nick yelled. Silas and Nick quickly grabbed a sheet from one his numerous bedrooms, he laid it on the floor, then together they proceeded to wrap it around the dead body of the woman that Silas had just killed. The moon cast an eerie glow over the deserted mansion, enhancing the shadows that danced ominously between the luxurious building. It was a once a place of beauty, luxury and art. It was a gorgeous home to Silas- the most sexy, most powerful billionaire in the city- and his loving wife, Lady Miranda. But in one night, it had turned into a den of bloody secrets and hidden whispers, where danger would now lurk in every corner. Silas, a man of striking beauty dressed in a finely tailored suit that whispered wealth, glanced nervously over his shoulder. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, contrasting with his perfectly coiffed dark hair. Beside him stood Nick, his loyal and ruggedly handsome best friend. They shared a strong bond, forged in the memories of countless misadventures, but none had prepared them for this. Their arms trembled under the weight of a lifeless body, wrapped tightly in a blood-soaked sheet. Miranda, once a vibrant and beautiful woman, now lay limp and still. Silas whispered urgently, "Nick, we can't let anyone see us like this. We are lucky she gave the servants the day off today. But, we still have to get her out of here quickly." Nick's voice was strained as he replied, "I know, Silas. But, damn, she may be slim. Miranda is a lot heavier than I thought. f**k! How did you end up in this mess?" Silas fought to maintain his composure, his voice barely above a whisper, "It doesn't matter now, Nick. I can't afford to dwell on it. We have to keep moving." Their burden seemed to grow heavier with each step, their hearts pounding in their chests. They both knew that involving the authorities was out of the question—How could Silas explain why he murdered his beautiful wife? – their lives, reputations, business and secrets were at stake. With every step, the burden seemed to grow heavier, both physically and emotionally. Silas could almost feel the weight of guilt crushing his soul. A gust of wind whispered through the narrow passage, carrying the distant sound of sirens—a haunting reminder that time was not on their side. Silas, his eyes darting around anxiously, spoke with urgency, "We need to find a way to hide her. Somewhere no one would think to look." Nick grimaced, his mind racing for a solution. "I've got a friend, Tony. He owes me a favor. He might have a land in a nearby forest where we can stash her body for a while." Silas breathed a sigh of relief. "That could work. We need to buy some time until I figure out what to do next." Silas knew that their actions could forever alter the course of their lives, and yet he couldn't deny the electric thrill that coursed through his veins. Approaching their getaway vehicle—a sleek black sedan tucked discreetly at the end of the drive way—the tension in the air became palpable. Silas fumbled with the car keys, his trembling hands betraying the composed facade he usually wore. "Come on, come on... Where are those damn keys?" Nick, keeping a vigilant watch, urged him on. "Hurry up, Silas. We can't afford to be seen out here." Finally, Silas found the keys and swiftly unlocked the car. Summoning their last reserves of strength, Silas and Nick carefully loaded Miranda’s body into the car's trunk, their faces etched with a blend of determination and fear. With utmost care, they maneuvered his wife’s lifeless body to lay comfortably and discreetly in the trunk, as their hearts kept pumping from the weight. Pausing for a moment, Nick contemplated the situation. "Silas, once we're done with this, we need to talk. Figure out how to cover up all of this." Silas nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Absolutely. But for now, let's focus on getting through this night." As the automatic engine roared to life, its growl muffled by the empty driveway, the weight of their actions settled upon them. Taking a deep breath, Silas rallied his resolve. "Let's go, Nick. We have a long road ahead of us." Nick stood by his side, his loyalty unyielding. "I'm right beside you, Silas. Always have been, always will be." The night air crackled with anticipation as they disappeared into the obscurity of the forest, leaving behind only whispers of their audacious act. As the car zoomed down the road, only one thought stayed in Silas’s mind. ‘How does he hide the fact that he killed his wife to the police and to the world?’ Little did he know that on the opposite side of the city. A beautiful but shy girl named Scarlett would hold the answer to all his problems. ****** At that very moment, Scarlett was going to bed starving as a punishment for accidentally spilling water on her Uncle’s shoes. Her uncle had slapped her hard across the face and refused to let her eat until he had forgiven her. She had not eaten for two days now. In those two days, her already skinny body became even skinnier. As she rested on her bed, her stomach growled from the pains of hunger. As she laid on her back, with her face turned to her leaking roof, she let the tears flow down her face silently. “Please, please get me out of this house,” she prayed to anyone that was listening. Unknown to her, her prayer was about to be answered but she was about to face bigger problems than being hungry. So, Scarlett pushed open the front door, her face contorted in pain. Her broken wrist was clumsily slung in a makeshift bandage, evidence of the accident she had endured at work. As she entered the living room, Aunt Julie and Uncle Sam glanced up, their eyes narrowing with a wicked gleam. "What happened to you, Scarlett? Why are you back from work so early? Are you trying to get out of work?" Aunt Julie sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. Unknown to her, her prayer was about to be answered but she was about to face bigger problems than being hungry. So, Scarlett pushed open the front door, her face contorted in pain. Her broken wrist was clumsily slung in a makeshift bandage, evidence of the accident she had endured at work. As she entered the living room, Aunt Julie and Uncle Sam glanced up, their eyes narrowing with a wicked gleam. "What happened to you, Scarlett? Why are you back from work so early? Are you trying to get out of work?" Aunt Julie sneered, her voice dripping with contempt.