(Scarlett's POV)
The girls immediately paled, and the smirks on their lips were replaced with terror. Camilla, who had initiated the bullying earlier, swallowed hard, her bravado fading under Alexander’s glare.
‘We didn’t mean—’ one the girls started to say, but Alexander interrupted.
“I don’t want your excuses,” he snarled, his eyes flashing dangerously. “If I ever find you pestering her or anyone else, then you will be answering to me. Got it?”
They nodded quickly, their faces as white as a sheet, obviously frightened.
“Go now,” Alexander commanded, his tone as icy as the winter wind. “Before I make you regret it. ”
He moved towards me and reached out his hand to touch mine; I did not move away from him, and there was a spark in his eyes that made me feel attracted to him. When our fingers met there was a jolt, an electric current ran through me and I felt as if I had been struck by lightning.
Alexander helped me stand and he held my hand for a little too long. I looked into his eyes and for a moment I saw something there, gentle, protective? But as rapidly as it came, that look was gone, and he was back to his emotionless self.
“Are you okay, Petal?” he asked me, calling me by the name he had given me, which always made me feel special.
Alexander put his jacket on me, which gave me not only the warmth of the jacket but also the warmth of his care. He looked deep into my eyes as if he could see through me. I had this feeling that I was drawn to him in a way I could not understand at the moment.
“Please leave,” he said in a very angry voice. The bullies had to flee as soon as they saw me.
“Let me help you. ” He came closer and picked me up as if I were a bride.
When I was in his arms, there was a strange happiness in me. I had always wanted him from afar, but now, it seemed like he was actually noticing me, perhaps he had similar feelings too.
“Do not cry for a little thing, I will protect you.” Alexander gently placed me on the floor near the bathroom, removing the strand of hair from my face. His touch was so gentle that my stomach would do flips as if there were little shocks going through my body.
I saw the world slow down for a second.
“Go wash your pretty face,” he whispered.
My heart started pounding and I found myself wanting to kiss him but I looked away immediately. I was afraid to embarrass myself and quickly ran into the bathroom, panting heavily.
I was still in front of the mirror, feeling Alexander’s touch on my face when the door to the bathroom opened and Sienna entered the bathroom with a frown on her face.
“Scarlett, are you okay?” she asked quietly.
I nodded quickly. “Oh yes, I’m alright,” I said although my voice cracked.
Sienna leaned against the sink, her eyes looking into mine. “You don’t have to lie to me, you know, I have seen how Alexander stares at you and how your eyes follow him.”
I gasped in surprise. Was it that obvious? I tried to downplay it as I felt that it was not a big deal. “He is just... a good guy, handsome, kind... but, you know, it’s nothing serious. “ The words sounded like a betrayal to my true feelings, but I was not ready to say them—not yet.
Sienna let out a sigh and folded her arms across her chest. “Scarlett, listen. Alexander... he’s not someone you can trust with your heart. He’s a player. He changes girls like clothes. Believe me, it’s better if you stay away from him. ”
She was right, or at least her words made me feel like there was a small part of me that would be happy to be left behind. I nodded my head as my mind was filled with mixed feelings. “Yeah, I know. You’re right. I’ll stay away. “ But as the words slipped off my tongue, a cold dread began to rise in my chest.
Sienna gave me a sympathetic look, her phone buzzing suddenly. She checked the screen, then glanced at me. "I’ve got to take this. Just... take care of yourself, okay?" She left the bathroom after giving me a gentle squeeze on the arm.
As soon as the door clicked shut, I leaned against the counter, staring at my reflection. Her warning played over and over in my mind, but deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had to tell him how I felt. If I didn’t do it now, I might never know what could have been. The thought of always wondering 'what if' scared me more than the possibility of rejection.
Gathering all my courage, I stepped out of the bathroom, my heart pounding. This was it—I was going to confess. But just as I rounded the corner, my breath caught in my throat, and my world came crashing down.
Alexander was there, just a few steps away, with his hands on Sienna’s waist. They were kissing.
For a moment, I stood frozen, unable to believe what I was seeing. My sister... and Alexander? The same Alexander who had just been so gentle with me moments ago? The weight of betrayal hit me like a punch to the gut.
Tears welled in my eyes, but I didn’t wait to let them fall. I turned and ran, the image of them together searing into my mind. My heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces.
With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and called my mom. My voice cracked as I tried to keep it together. "Can you pick me up?" I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I... I want to leave. Forever."
The last few months had been a test of patience, resilience, and love. Alex did everything he could to mend the broken bridges between him and my family, yet my parents remained cold. They didn’t want to accept him, and I couldn’t blame them. He had hurt us, taken everything, but he had also given it all back. He had changed.The last few months had been exhausting.Not because of my pregnancy, not because of the nightmares that still haunted me from everything that had happened, but because of Alex—trying, relentlessly, to make things right with my family.I didn’t make it easy for him.Neither did they.My parents refused to even look at him in the beginning. Every time he showed up at their doorstep, my father would shut the door in his face. My mother ignored him completely, refusing to acknowledge his presence even when we met by chance.But Alex never stopped coming.Every single day, he tried.He would help around their company, he would fix little things in the house when no o
Alex’s POVMy hands trembled, but not from fear—never from fear. It was the rage, the years of betrayal, the weight of everything this man had done to me, to my mother, to Scarlet.I had given him a chance.I had dropped the dagger.I had walked away.And yet, he still smirked at me like he had won.Like I was still that boy who would blindly follow his every command.Not anymore."Cover her eyes," I ordered, my voice low, controlled, but filled with an edge that left no room for argument.My uncle hesitated."Now," I growled, not taking my eyes off the man in front of me.He sighed but stepped forward, pulling Scarlet into his arms and pressing a hand over her eyes. She struggled, but he held firm."Alex!" she shouted, twisting against him. "Don’t do this!"I ignored her."You’re really going to kill your own father?" he sneered, taking a slow step forward. "Over a woman? Over some weakling of a mother who couldn’t even save herself?"My vision turned red.I saw my mother’s face in my mi
Scarlet’s POVEverything slowed.I felt the sharp, cold steel of the blade slice across my skin, the warmth of my own blood seeping down my neck. My breath hitched, my body trembling, and for a second, I thought—this was it.This was how I was going to die.Alex’s roar shook the walls, his cries filled with agony. I wanted to look at him, to tell him I wasn’t scared, but my body was weak, drained from the blood loss. My vision blurred, my knees gave way, and I collapsed onto the cold floor.Then—chaos erupted.A deafening crash rang through the room. A body slammed against the ground, followed by the clattering of weapons. Men shouted, fists landed, and through my hazy sight, I saw someone charge into the room like a storm.Alex’s uncle.His presence was like a force of nature, his fury evident in every blow he landed. His men flooded the space, engaging Alex’s father’s guards, taking them down with calculated precision.My breathing was shallow, my heartbeat weak, but I forced my eye
Alex’s POVA freezing shock jolted me awake.Cold water splashed across my face, seeping into my clothes, making my skin burn against the icy chill. My body ached, throbbing in sharp waves, but the worst pain radiated from my side—right where I had been stabbed.I gritted my teeth, forcing my eyes open.The dimly lit room spun for a moment before my vision cleared. Chains. Thick silver chains bound my wrists, wrapping tightly around my arms, burning my skin where they touched. I tested my strength, yanking at them, but the metal bit deeper, sending a searing pain through me.A low growl rumbled in my throat.Then I saw him.My father stood before me, arms crossed, watching me with amusement. His expression held no concern, no regret—just pure satisfaction.Hatred surged through me like fire in my veins."You’re awake," he mused, tilting his head as if he were examining a weak animal. "Good. I thought I might have hit you too hard."I flexed my fingers, my nails threatening to extend i
Scarlet’s POVI kept my breathing steady, my body limp. My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to remain still.I wasn’t unconscious.I had heard everything.Every word.Alex had surrendered. He had given himself up to save me.I wanted to scream at him, to tell him he was an idiot for sacrificing himself. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not when his father was still here.The moment Alex was dragged away, the heavy silence in the room made my skin crawl.I felt his presence before I even opened my eyes.He was still here.Watching me.Waiting.I forced myself to stay still, though every muscle in my body screamed at me to fight, to run. But I couldn’t act too soon. I had to wait for the right moment."How pitiful," his voice finally broke the silence, laced with amusement.I felt my fingers twitch.A soft tap of shoes against the floor signaled he was moving closer. I fought the urge to react, gripping the cool handle of the dagger Alex had slipped into my hand before surrendering.His
Alex’s POVI had reached my limit.For years, I had let my father control me, manipulate me, use me. Even after knowing the truth, a small part of me had held back, hesitating to completely turn against him.Not anymore.Scarlet had nearly been taken because of him.He had played his last game.I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white as I drove straight to the prison. My beta had just informed me of what happened—my father had used his illness as an excuse to lure Scarlet into a trap. He wanted her, maybe to use her against me, maybe for something even worse.The thought made my blood boil.The moment I arrived, I didn’t wait for clearance. I stormed through the gates, ignoring the guards calling after me. My rage was a force of its own, pushing me forward."I need to see him. Now," I demanded.The guard hesitated before exchanging glances with the officer beside him."He’s not here," one of them finally said.My muscles tensed. "What do you mean he’s not here?""He esca