Scarlet’s POVAs I ran up the stairs to my house, my heart was beating fast. Alex was right behind me. Just having him there was a small relief in the middle of my fear. One thing I wasn't used to hearing from my brother was a worried tone in his voice over the phone. It made my nerves tense.I stopped moving when I opened the front door. The living room looked like something else. The cushions were cut open, and the stuffing came out like guts. The coffee table fell over, and glass pieces were all over the floor. Some frames were completely broken, and pictures were hung on the walls upside down."Where the hell did this happen?" Alex said something and stepped in front of me.Ryan, my brother, came out of the kitchen with a pale face. He didn't look like he had slept in days. His shirt was rumpled and his hair was a mess. He would never normally let himself look so messy."What's going on, Ryan?" I begged, and my voice shook.He was clearly upset as he ran his hand through his hair.
Alex's Point of ViewI looked at the message over and over again. I could not get those words out of my head. I kept hearing them. It was a message from my dad. He used code to make sure I stayed on track and to tell me that I needed to get revenge quickly. The walls of his jail cell couldn't stop him; his power still reached far beyond that cell. What was wrong was that the message had been delivered in a way that could be too dangerous if anyone else saw it. If anyone in Scarlet's house to get their hands on it. Everything would be messed up in just one second.My mind was racing as I paced the floor in my office by myself. I made up excuse to Ryan that I will find about the attack, but I don’t know what to lie to him. I just couldn't let this go. My dad warned me. He told me to make things faster, to take revenge sooner. No matter what, the plan had to go through. But something inside me kept niggling at me even as I told myself this. Scarlet. The way things were going between us.
Scarlet’s POVThe slap came out of nowhere, and as I fell back, the sharp pain lit up my cheek. My hand went to my face right away, and I stared at Sienna in shock. My chest hurt, and each beat was louder than the last. "What the hell?" I asked Sienna, even though my voice was shaking because I was trying hard not to cry.Her ugly sneer turned into a face. "Shameless,bitch. You know exactly what this is about," she snarled, her voice full of anger.When I blinked, I was hit hard. "I don't," I replied, raising my voice. "What are you talking about?What's wrong with you?""What's wrong with me?" she asked again and again, then laughed. "Scarlet, you're the trouble!You're trying to take something that is mine, and I will not let that happen. Never, never."I felt sick to my gut when she spoke, but I still didn't understand what she meant. "What are you talking about?I didn't take anything from you!" I kept insisting, but her charge made my voice break. "Everything I have is mine and h
Scarlet's POVWhen I woke up, I had a terrible headache and my arms and legs hurt from being in one place for what seemed like hours. The smell of mold filled the air, and in the distance, you could just barely make out the sound of water dripping. I had my hands behind my back, and the rough rope hurt my skin. As I tried to figure out what was going on around me while blinking quickly, I realized I was in an empty building.I felt scared and my breathing got shallow as I looked around. The faces of the three guys in the room were hidden by masks. I didn't know who they were or why I was here."Who are you? What do you need from me?" Even though I tried to sound strong, my voice was shaking."Shut up if you want to stay alive," one of them growled in a cold and dangerous voice.My throat was dry, so I swallowed hard. As one of them took out a phone and called a number, they didn't bother to look at me again. It hurt when my heart hit my chest. It couldn't be good that they were callin
CHAPTER 43 TRAUMASCARLET’S POVI was going under. Not only drowning, but choking and gasping for air that wasn't there. The cold water was pushing in on all sides, pulling me down deeper and deeper. The weight of it made it hard to breathe because it was crushing my chest. All of my limbs felt heavy and useless. I couldn't move or fight back with my body. My heart pounded in my ears, and I had trouble seeing as I fell deeper into the darkness, which swallowed me whole. When I tried to scream, the water in my mouth stopped me. My chest shook with fear, but it was too late. I couldn't get away.I jumped up quickly, gasping for air. My eyes were wide open, and I could feel my throat tightening with a breath. The nightmare kept coming back to me like a tight grip that wouldn't let go, but I forced myself to pay attention to the present. I was awake. I was still living.A soft voice I knew cut through the fog of my fear. “ Scarlet?Are you okay?"I blinked and tried to get my bearings. I f
ALEX’S POVThe guilt was suffocating.I couldnt stop thinking about what happened to scarlet. What has they done to her? I had never imaged they would go so far. When I received the call that she had been found at the river, unconscious and near death, it sent a chill through me. I had never considered that she would be hurt like this, they would go to such lengths to break her.I hate myself even more. WHY DIDN’T I ACT SOONER?I leaned back in my chair, my hands tightening around the armrests as my mind spiraled. The image of her– drenched, abused, helpless,-- was burned into my memory. I never thought i would care like this for her. I have convinced myself i didnt need to protect her, thst she wasn’t my first priority. Revenge was my first priority; my father was more important than her. I had told myself that all she was to me was a pawn in this revenge game, a tool to serve my revenge, But now… Now i realized that i had been lying to myself, or should say fooling my own feelings.
Sienna’s POVThe steady beep of hospital monitors echoed through the halls as I watched my boyfriend sitting by Scarlet's bedside. Again. My stomach churned at the side of his gentle expression, the way his fingers absently trace patterns on her sheets. Even unconscious, she commanded his attention like a magnetic force. I couldn't fight.This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I was his girlfriend, yet here he was spending every free moment with her. But tonight would be different. With Scarlet safely tucked away in her hospital bed, I finally had my chance.The red silk dress hugged my curse perfectly as I waited in Alex's apartment, Bart racing when I heard his key in the lock.“Sienna,” He stopped short, the briefcase dropping from his fingers. “I wasn't expecting you.”“I thought you could use some company,” I move closer, letting my hips sway. “You've been so stressed at the hospital, let me help you relax.”His eyes flickered over my dress, but something was missing in his gaze,
SCARLET’S POVThe hospital room had become my prison, not just physically, but mentally. Every beep of the monitors, every shuffle of nurses' feet outside my door reminded me of fear, my pain, and because of whom I suffered.I was bit relieved that Alex hadn't visited me in days. Good. That's what I wanted, wasn't it? But in the quiet hours of the night, when the pain medication couldn't numb the ache in my heart, I couldn't lie to myself. “I missed you.Why did you broke my heart?” I muttered under my breath. Yes, I missed him with an intensity that scared me. I was the one who asked him to stay away from me, and not show his face, and now here I was missing him again. My fingers absently trace the healing cuts on my arms, each one a reminder of those terrifying hours when I needed him most, when I'd been so sure he'd come for me. Because that's what true mates did, right? They felt each other's pain since when something was wrong.But he hadn't come.“How are we feeling today, Miss
Scarlet’s POVOne second, I was talking to my co-worker, and the next, Alex had him on the ground, blood dripping from his nose.I froze, shocked, watching as Alex’s fist slammed into his jaw again."What the hell?!" I gasped, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.My co-worker—Ethan—groaned, wincing in pain, while Alex stood over him, shoulders tense, breathing like an animal ready to kill."Alex, stop!" I rushed forward, trying to grab his arm, but he barely acknowledged me.I felt anger bubbling in my chest. This was insane!Ethan wasn’t flirting with me—he wasn’t even touching me inappropriately.He was just helping.It had been an accident.I had been rushing down the hallway, completely distracted, and bumped into him.The cup of hot coffee in his hand had spilled all over both of us, and as I hissed in pain, he had grabbed my wrist gently, blowing on the burned skin to soothe it.That’s all it was.But Alex?He had walked in at the worst possible moment.And, as usual, jumped to t
SCARLET'S POVI walked into the company building, my usual calm mask in place, even as satisfaction burned inside me. Everything was falling into place exactly as I planned.And Ryan?He had no clue.I found him in his office, grinning like a fool, probably thinking he had saved his family.The blind trust in his eyes almost made me laugh.“Alex,” Ryan said the moment he saw me, his voice full of relief. “It worked. Laurent agreed to the deal. We finally have a way to save the company.”I kept my expression neutral, nodding. “That’s great news.”Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I was terrified, man. I thought we were done for.”You are. You just don’t know it yet.“I told you I wouldn’t let you go down,” I lied smoothly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You can trust me.”Ryan let out a nervous chuckle, shaking his head. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, brother.”I forced a smile. “Neither do I.”—An hour later, I sat in my office, my phone pressed against my ear
Alex’s POVI wasn’t expecting to see her.But the moment Scarlet stepped out of the restroom, my eyes locked onto her, and something in my chest tightened.She looked pale.Too pale.Her usual fire, the spark in her eyes that always challenged me, was gone.I hated it.I stepped in front of her, blocking her path before she could disappear down the hall.“What’s wrong with you?” I demanded, my eyes searching her face, looking for any sign of weakness.She barely looked at me. “Nothing,” she muttered, trying to step around me.I didn’t let her.I moved in sync with her, cutting off every escape route. My body was too close, my presence too overpowering, but she refused to acknowledge it."Scarlet," I said, my voice low, almost dangerous. "You look like you're about to pass out."She exhaled sharply, her jaw clenching. “Move, Alex.”“No.”She stiffened, but I didn’t miss the way her fingers trembled slightly as she gripped her bag.I narrowed my eyes. “Are you sick?”She hesitated.For jus
SCARLET'S POVI didn’t expect to see Ryan the moment I stepped into the building.Of all the people I wanted to avoid today, he was at the top of the list.I lowered my gaze and tried to walk past him, but his hand shot out, gripping my wrist tightly.“Not so fast,” he muttered.I yanked my arm, but his hold tightened.I glared up at him. “Let go, Ryan.”His eyes were sharp, filled with frustration and something else—something deeper. “You’re really just going to walk past me like I don’t exist?”I scoffed. “Why shouldn’t I? You’ve made it clear where we stand.”He exhaled heavily, his grip still firm as he dragged me down the hall and into an empty conference room.I stumbled as he shut the door behind us, his broad shoulders blocking the exit.“What the hell is your problem?” I snapped, crossing my arms.“My problem?” Ryan let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You’ve been acting like a damn brat, Scarlet.”I stiffened, my temper flaring instantly. “Oh, I’m the brat?” I laughed
Ryan’s POVI adjusted my tie, inhaling sharply as I stepped into the lavish office. The place screamed wealth, with its dark mahogany furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, and a crystal whiskey decanter sitting on the desk.The man sitting across from me looked calm, collected—dangerous.He had the kind of presence that made you second-guess every word you spoke.I cleared my throat, trying to mask my nerves. “Mr. Laurent, thank you for taking the time to meet with me.”The man—Laurent—smiled, leaning back in his chair. “Of course. Alex spoke highly of you.”My stomach twisted slightly.Alex had set up this meeting, had assured me this guy was the right person to help us. But something about him felt… off.Still, I had no choice.I folded my hands together. “As I mentioned earlier, our company is looking for a temporary investment. We need liquidity to stabilize things before the next quarter.”Laurent hummed, nodding thoughtfully. “I see.”There was a long pause a
ALEX'S POVI stood frozen in the doorway, my gaze locked on the sight of Scarlet packing her bags.My chest tightened.She’s really leaving.My fingers curled into fists as I watched her shove her clothes into the suitcase without even folding them. She was rushing—desperate to get out.Something inside me snapped.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, stepping forward.Scarlet didn’t even look at me. “What does it look like, Alex?”Her voice was calm, but I could hear the rage simmering beneath it.I clenched my jaw, my hands twitching at my sides. “You don’t have anywhere else to go.”She froze for half a second, then zipped up the suitcase and yanked it off the bed. “That’s not your problem,” she muttered, pushing past me.But I grabbed her wrist, stopping her in place. “You’re not going anywhere,” I growled.She jerked her arm back, her eyes blazing with defiance. “Yes, I am.”I exhaled sharply, my patience running thin. “You’re acting like a damn child.”She let
Scarlet’s POVI saw it.The fakeness, the act, the carefully placed tremble in Sienna’s voice.She was playing the victim, like she always did.And Ryan, like the idiot he was, was falling for it.I clenched my fists, rage burning through me.I was done.I didn’t care who was watching.I didn’t care if this made things worse.All I knew was that I was sick of Sienna’s games.Before she could continue her performance, my hand flew out again, slapping her across the face.Hard.A sharp gasp rippled through the hallway.But I didn’t stop there.This time, my nails dug into her skin, scratching a deep line across her perfect, lying face.Sienna let out a shocked scream, her hands flying to her cheek.“You—” she choked out, her eyes widening in horror as she felt the scratch. “You scratched me?!”I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Oh, don’t act so surprised, Sienna,” I sneered. “You’ve been clawing at my life for years. Consider this payback.”Her nostrils flared, and for a split second,
SIENNA'S POVI watched Scarlet run out of the office, her shoulders shaking, her sobs barely contained.And I smiled.Everything was falling into place perfectly.Her reputation? Destroyed.Her place in the family? Gone.Her hope that Alex would stand by her? Shattered.I folded my arms, tilting my head as my parents sighed in frustration before turning to me.“I tried,” I said softly, my voice dripping with fake concern. “I really did. But Scarlet… she just wouldn’t listen.”My mother let out a heavy breath. “We should have known. She always had a rebellious streak.”My father nodded. “This is what happens when you let a child have too much freedom. Look at what she’s done.”I pressed my lips together, pretending to be heartbroken. “I’ll talk to her again,” I offered. “Maybe if I just reason with her—”“No,” my mother interrupted, shaking her head. “She needs to understand the consequences of her actions. She needs to fix this herself.”I nodded, biting back my smirk. That’s exactly
Scarlet's POVMy heart pounded, my breath uneven as I shoved Alex away. My body trembled—not from fear, but from the overwhelming emotions that burned through me.I needed to get away.I scrambled off the bed, fixing my wrinkled blouse with shaking hands, and rushed for the door.But I barely made it two steps before his hand wrapped around my wrist, yanking me back.“Let go,” I hissed, twisting against his grip.His jaw clenched, his eyes burning with pure possession. “You think you can just walk out after this?” His voice was low, dangerous.I struggled, refusing to meet his gaze. “This was a mistake,” I forced out. “Everything about this is wrong.”His fingers tightened around my wrist, and he yanked me back, making me collide with his hard chest. My breath hitched, his scent consuming me.“Look at me,” he ordered.I refused.He growled in frustration. “You still don’t get it, do you?” His voice was raw, filled with something darker, deeper. “You can try to leave, Scarlet. You can