"Unbreakable Bride: Season 1 - A Strong Woman for a CEO Daddy"

Marking His Territory

Tristian exhaled a soft sigh of relief as he entered his bedroom, the weight of the previous day's events still lingering, but tempered by the silver lining of a positive outcome. The next morning, he and Scarlett shared a lighthearted moment as they dropped off the boys at school. The duo had been adamant that Scarlett escort them to their classrooms, and her easy agreement was met with an almost comical display of triumph, their little faces lighting up with glee.

As they bid the boys farewell, Tristian drove Scarlett to her residence, a stunning ash and white story building surrounded by vibrant flowers and immaculately manicured lawns. But what caught his attention was the fortress-like security that enveloped her compound - high walls, CCTV cameras, and a noticeable presence of guards. Tristian's curiosity was piqued; what could necessitate such stringent measures? The contrast between the warmth of Scarlett's personality and the austere security of her home was jarring, leaving him wondering what secrets lay hidden behind those ash and white walls.

"Why would an ordinary person like her have such tight security?" he asked himself silently while driving through the opened gates.

"Hey Bob," Scarlett greeted the young man, who was clad in all black and exuded an air of quiet confidence, his shoulder-length brown hair plaited into a single, sleek braid that fell down his back like a dark ribbon. Bob's face creased into a warm, brotherly smile as he enveloped Scarlett in a hearty hug, which she returned with equal affection.

Tristian's eyes narrowed, his gaze frosting over as he watched the exchange. He didn't like seeing another man touch what he considered his, and a cold aura began to emanate from him, like a warning signal. The sudden chill in the air reminded Scarlett and Bob of his presence, and they turned to face him.

"Uh, who's this?" Bob asked, his eyebrows shooting up as he sized Tristian up and down, his eyes lingering on the sharp planes of his face.

"I'm Tristian, Scarlett's to-be husband," Tristian replied, his voice low and possessive, making it clear that Scarlett was his territory. Bob's frown deepened, his eyes flicking to Scarlett with a questioning gaze.

"Wait, I thought you got married the day before?" Bob asked, confusion etched on his face.

Scarlett let out a frustrated sigh, her arms crossing over her chest as she turned to Tristian. "That was my line, so why did you interrupt my introduction, which I hadn't even started?" she asked, her voice tinged with annoyance. Tristian simply shrugged, his expression unrepentant, which only seemed to annoy Scarlett further.

"I didn't get married yesterday because he got married to someone else," Scarlett explained to Bob, her voice laced with a hint of bitterness. "And I'm getting married again after work today." Bob nodded understandingly, though his curiosity was piqued. He knew Scarlett would reveal more when she was ready.

As Scarlett walked into her house, Tristian followed, his eyes fixed on her. She disappeared into her bedroom, emerging moments later transformed. Her dark hair was sleekly pulled into a high ponytail, and she wore a tailored office suit with a twist - instead of a skirt, she had opted for fitted trousers that accentuated her toned legs. The four-inch heels clicked against the tiled floor, announcing her arrival. Tristian's jaw dropped as he took in the sight of her descending the stairs. Her hair swung hypnotically with each step, and the simple lip gloss and mascara she wore only enhanced her natural beauty. She was breathtakingly gorgeous, and Tristian's gaze was riveted on her.

"Cat got your tongue...?" Scarlett teased, her voice husky and playful, making Tristian's mouth snap shut abruptly. A giggle escaped her lips, and she seemed to revel in his momentary speechlessness.

Tristian's eyes roamed over her, his gaze devouring every curve and contour of her body. Her tailored suit hugged her figure in all the right places, accentuating her toned legs and slender waist. He struggled to rein in his desire, his throat constricting as he fought to maintain control.