Chap 2: Scarlet Harris

Bernie looked at Finn with complicated eyes, is this implicitly tolerating him to commit acts of domestic violence?

He sneered, his hands fidgeting with his 1941 zippo.

"Dad, if you don't need her, why keep her in the Miller family?"

Finn glanced at him, his old eyes shining with a strange light.

"My business doesn't need you to take care of it."

After that, he turned and walked away, leaving Bernie with a bunch of unanswered doubts. Why did Finn Miller force him to marry Scarlet as his wife, giving her a chance to step into elite life but ignoring her life? Is it too ridiculous?

…

The night sky was black, layers of purple clouds covered the whole sky. The north wind hissed every once in a while, the sound from afar echoed like the cry of the devil's tears transmitted from the eighteen floors of hell.

“Dad… Don’t leave me… Daddy!”

Mixed with the wind is the hopeless scream of a woman, each call to Father mourning to the heart.

Scarlet sat down next to the rubble, Mr. Harris's body was brought up by the rescue team, his body was black, mixed with flesh and blood, and could no longer distinguish the human form. Is a human life coming to an end here?

Scarlet sobbed and sobbed every time, her eyes were soon covered by a thin layer of water, all sounds in her ears seemed to stop, at this moment her heart was dumbfounded, she did not believe this was true. dream! That's right… A dream…

…

Scarlet stood staring at Mr. Harris's photo, the smile on his lips was still the same, gentle and kind, but that smile had forever disappeared into nothingness.

She lowered her head, her loose hands at her waist gradually tightening. The next room was still transmitting indescribable sounds.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the scene full of joy inside appeared clearly in front of Scarlet's eyes.

Right in front of her eyes is Lucy Harris's graceful twisting figure, the sound of breathing resounding from time to time.

The man above with a strong body gently entered Thien My, the waist moved rhythmically. Both of them are immersed in an endless, endless lust.

“Clack”

Scarlet slammed the door, she helplessly leaned against the wall, her eyes filled with tears, but the muffled groans were still ringing in his ears.

…

“Has Mr.Yang come yet?”

Lucy entered the room, there were still dark bruises on her neck.

Scarlet stared at her, but Lucy had not ashamed of the wrong she had done

"Do you still have the face to stand in front of my father's dead portrait?"

Lucy sneered, she pulled out a cigarette from the bag, skillfully lit it, and smoke drifted around her face.

"Ha, Why do I have to be afraid. The old man is dead, I'm just a pile of rubble... What can he do on me?"

Scarlet clenched her hands into fists, her eyes were filled with blood rays, and each creaking sound came from between her teeth. She hates this woman to the marrow of her bones, she is the one who interfered in the lives of her and her father, now her father is dead, but Lucy, with her capacity as a wife is blatantly doing depraved things at his funeral.

Lucy looked at Scarlet with disdain, she couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.

“My darling… Don't put on that sad face all the time, cheer up. I'll take you to see a gentleman tonight."

"Don't call me daughter, you're not my mother."

Lucy bowed her head, and the smile on her lips became brighter.

“Oh, is that so? But a stepmother is also a mother, isn't it?"

Scarlet tightened her hand, the wound in his heart that had already healed was once again deeply poked by Lucy.

"You are not my mother, never will be."

Lucy looked at Scarlet, deep inside the couple reflected a strange ray.

…

The wooden door slowly closed, and a sumptuous dining table appeared in front of Scarlet's eyes. She cautiously looked around, noticing that the atmosphere was a bit murky. She quickly glanced at Lucy, a moment before the darkness came, she could only see a grateful smile on Lucy’s face.

When she woke up, her surroundings were just a strange room, with flowers and lights hanging everywhere. On the opposite wall hung a large mirror, bright red flower petals scattered everywhere.

Scarlet slowly approached the mirror, the woman in the mirror was dressed in a traditional costume, gold thread embroidered on the red skirt background, each yellow flower wall shining under the golden light.

Her mind gradually became panicked, she wanted to get out of here, out of this hellish place but without waiting for her to react, the door to the room was opened.

Bernie entered the room with a proud appearance, he was still wearing a suit, and the patterns on it just coincided with the embroidered pattern on Scarlet's dress.

Scarlet hastily backed away, her appearance full of caution.

"Who are you?"

"Your husband."

Scarlet thought that she was too scared, so she heard wrong. She decided to ask him again.

"My husband?"

Bernie looked at her, the corner of his lips involuntarily raised slightly.

"Yes, I’m your husband. We have also married.”

“No… You lied… It’s impossible.”

The more confused Scarlet became, the more interested Bernie had, his eyes could not hide his excitement.

“Ha, accept it. Your mother, Lucy has decided to sell you to our Miller family."

She froze, eyes looking at Bernie in disbelief.

“You said… She sold me?”

"That's right, she also hugged all of Harris's property and ran away."

Hearing this, Scarlet Harris was dumbfounded, her legs helpless collapsed on the floor, her eyes were like crazy.

It was at that moment that Scarlet died, even living was like a corpse without a soul, becoming a laughing stock for the elite, a place for the Miller family to vent their anger.