Scarlett died today, on the way to her beloved husband, in the hands of that exact husband and her own "loving sister"...Ten minutes ago--Her car flipped over and crashed into the ground. Bound to the driver's seat upside down, Scarlett couldn't see or move for several minutes before she realized what happened--She'd crashed into a car that had just cut her off on the highway and suddenly braked hard.Everything hurt. Her legs were jammed between the seat and the cracked steering wheel. Her arms twisted at a bizarre angle with broken glass pieces sticking out. A large piece of glass stuck out of her chest, blood oozing out. Her head was pounding from hitting the window, leaving her sight blurred.Scarlett let out a bitter and painful laugh -- she thought her misery was finally over when she was released from prison only a week ago, and here she was, dying in pain, alone.A pair of feet came into her fuzzy sight."Help...please..." Scarlett tried to shout, only to realize her voice w
The coldness in Laura's eyes made Scarlett tremble. Scarlett felt like she had never really known the person she called sister."Why didn't you send me with them to Mexico?" Scarlett mumbled, tears blurring her sight, mixing with blood. "You would have gotten all of this two years ago.""You don't think I tried?" Laura frowned with contempt. Her eyes fell on Scarlett as if she was looking at something disgusting. "You would have died before you married Wyatt three years ago, if it wasn't for Everett Dunn."Everett Dunn? Scarlett frowned in confusion. What did any of this have to do with that devil?"It wasn't him who drugged you, it was me!" Laura burst into laughter.Scarlett was so shocked she forgot to breathe.Seeing the confusion on Scarlett's face, Laura laughed viciously: "I prepared three guys for you that night, all with AIDS! And you would have gotten it and out of our way much sooner if you didn't go into the wrong room at the hotel that night!""No...No!!!" A piercing cry
"Bang!"Scarlett gasped when her head bumped into something hard, and the sharp pain helped her open the heavy eyelids that she was having trouble lifting.The first thing that crashed into her unfocused eyes was a dark red carpet--She was dragged by a woman along a long, empty hallway."Let go..." Scarlett mumbled, but her faint protest was ignored. She was so sure she would die, so how come she was walking in a strange place with no wounds on her body?Her voice was still lost, and her limbs were weak as rubber. But the sharp pain in her chest was gone, as well as those on her ribs, legs, and all the wounds she got from the car accident.Replaced by an uncontrollable fire that was boiling her blood.She had only tasted this fire once in her life as she recognized it with fear -- Three years ago when she was drugged at her own engagement party!"It's okay, you are just drunk. All you need is a little rest..." The woman turned and attended to her with a soft, sweet voice.Scarlett's p
She was so worried that she was about to cry. Thin sweat broke out on her forehead. "Hmm?" Seeing her angst, Everett bent over and put his ear closer to her lips. Though half-conscious, Scarlett found her senses enhanced when his handsome face got close. She pasted her eyes on Everett like a cheetah staring at her prey, lining the sharp curves of his delicious ear, his hard-carved temple, and his firm jaw with her greedy eyes. Craving the power flowing under his smooth skin, all Scarlett could think of was how it would taste if she could just reach up a little further and take that ear into her mouth. "They...have...AIDS..." Scarlett breathed into his ear, and this time Everett heard her. Darkness clouded his eyes as he frowned deeply. "Edward, keep them alive," Everett said as he picked Scarlett up into his arms princess style, heading out of the room, "Careful. They might have AIDS." Edward was Everett's secretary, his first mate, and the best assistant in both his personal
Scarlett didn't know when she fell asleep or how. She wouldn't if she could because Wyatt and Laura's ugly twisted faces were haunting her even in her deepest sleep. She was trapped again in the fire that consumed her life. Blood tears trailed down her cheeks as cold blue dead bodies surrounded her -- her grandfather, her parents... Everett Dunn. She shouted at the top of her lungs but her cry did nothing to prevent the deaths of the people that lost their lives loving her! She couldn't help them, because she was the one stupid enough to love the devil dressed in human skin-- "Wyatt...Wyatt...Wyatt Morison!!!" Scarlett shouted, gritting her teeth as if that could tear some flesh off that vicious man. She shoot up in the bed with messy breath, and it took her several minutes to believe that she really was alive again, and none of the tragedy had yet to happen. Taking deep breaths, she fell back into bed, exhausted from the nightmare that haunted her through the night. For whatever
Even if Laura could prove that she did take Scarlett to room 605, and successfully ruin Scarlett's name, it would be easy to pin the three guys hiding in there on Laura because she just admitted to her involvement! Scarlett had several plans prepared, none of them involving Laura being so stupid. Now she only needed to use the simplest one-- Turned and looked at the number on the door with a perfect smile, Scarlett then turned to the media with a sweet smile: "You must remember wrong, dear sister. I could barely walk when you took me here, so how can I move to another room?" "You esca-- you left the room I got you!" Laura opened her eyes wide, "Why did you leave? Were you raped last night?! You can tell us, baby girl, we are here for you!" Wyatt's eyes shrank in shock when he heard the word "raped", and Scarlett didn't miss that. She knew he couldn't stand her being "stained", but Scarlett didn't think it would be that obvious -- and now knowing what kind of a man he was, Scarlet
"I'm sorry?" Scarlett frowned lightly, annoyed that she let Everett take up all her mind. "I told you to start from 11:05 pm!" Laura urged the manager, who just stood there firmly, looking at Scarlett as if waiting for her approval. "May I start?" The manager asked Scarlett again. His obvious respect for Scarlett over Laura put Laura's back up. Scarlett curved her lips a little, butterflies rampaged in her heart when a thought came into her mind -- did Everett send the manager to help her? "Hmm, not yet, thanks." Scarlett shook her head as she looked around the media Laura allowed in, "Are you sure they need to be in here, Laura?" Scarlett asked Laura with a worried look, as if afraid of what was on the footage. "I know you are timid in front of cameras," Laura said, tucking Scarlett's shoulder like a caring big sister, "but you don't want them to report only half of the story and drag your name through the mud, do you? You don't know how powerful these lenses are if the story is
Something felt different about Scarlett, and that rose an unexplainable fear in Laura as she stared at Scarlett, trying to figure out what it was. Scarlett used to be like lilies, beautiful in a quiet way, always gentle and kind, and tender at all small nuances that might "hurt" Laura and Wyatt. For example, their parents never even knew that Scarlett's debut design was published at first shot by the top design magazine -- Laura simply indicated that their mom had always been hard on her grade, and Scarlett submitted her design under a nickname on the next day. And now? She was like a rose, blooming with blinding light shining under the sun with thorns hurting everyone who dares to touch her. The Scarlett Laura knew would never hide so much fire powder in her words that would put Laura in such an awkward position! Though Scarlett spoke still in a mild tone, it was indicated that Laura was being unreasonable with a leap of conclusion, only to hide her own fault. And Laura couldn't
"What the fuck?!" Wyatt shouted, crawling back to his feet in haste, his eyes ashamed red. He covered his nose with a horrified look, blood dripped through his fingers. His three friends instantly stood up and came between Wyatt and Everett, who was now turning his shoulder slightly with an evil smirk."Wait a minute!" Scarlett hurried up as well, knowing full well how these guys were.They bully, for a living."Are you seriously taking his side right now?!" With disbelief and anger in his eyes, Wyatt roared at Scarlett from behind one of his muscles, blood dripping off his nose "The bastard hit me! Did you see that!? He's savage!""To be fair," Everett rose a finger tauntingly, though the smirk didn't reach his eyes, "you touched me first. It was just self-defense.""Defense against what?!" Wyatt opened his eyes wide in anger, "I only patted you on the shoulder!""I was afraid you were gonna do something to me for scaring your fiancee," Everett shrugged with an annoying grin, "isn't
"Is that...?" Charlie looked worried, darting his eyes between Wyatt and the grumpy manager who just entered the box, "Wyatt, he's going for the bastard!""So?" Wyatt played the glass in his hand with a winning smirk, "Dunn Group officially missed their deadline yesterday. I'm giving Everett Dunn the chance to beg all he wants before I grab the fruit from right under his fucking nose!"Scarlett froze where she was, horrified.Dunn Group was out?! Everett said he would consider rejoining the last time she asked him about it. She didn't think he would make the official decision all of a sudden. This was all her fault!Did Everett know that not even the project manager could help him now? Was this the real point of this party? To invite Everett here just to tease him with false hope before humiliating him?!Scarlett jumped up to warn Everett, but Wyatt suddenly grabbed her wrist and threw her back into the chair, his tone colder than ever as his dark eyes locked on her with malicious sus
Wyatt took Scarlett to his table. To her relief, he put her in the armchair before he returned to his original spot on the couch, between his friends. She didn't want to sit with him either.That being said, Scarlett found it weird that Wyatt didn't paste himself on her when he had been extra passionate to her in the past two weeks. She knew that was because her current attitude toward him was much colder than before she was reborn, so he wanted to warm up the relationship.But he also took a cold turn today.That thought didn't occupy Scarlett's mind for too long. After all, he was just a fiance she planned to dump soon. What interested her more was the taciturn man sitting at the bar.She wanted to search How to flirt with an icy CEO on Google if that could help.Enjoying her freedom from Wyatt, Scarlett pulled out her phone and racked her brain for a while before she texted Night Knight slowly, cautious with every word--Scar: [Didn't know you like this kind of boring party?]Actu
Scarlett's first week was busy as hell.Most companies wouldn't put too much pressure on the newcomers, but among the dozen newly hired, Scarlett was the only one with just a high school degree, and she not only had to do her job, but also had tons of professional books to catch up, on both the current stream and fashion history.Her portfolio was the only reason she wasn't laughed out of the room. Though strict, her interviewer -- and now her supervisor -- did see value in her designs.Mature skill and refreshing design.That comment from her supervisor among three interviewers got her the position.Friday night, Scarlett finally closed the inches-thick magazine, Fashion Show Year Collection, only to realize she was one of the few left in the office at eight o'clock. As usual, she checked her messages before she packed up her things. As usual, her chat with Everett was still those lonely two messages exchanged four days ago--Scar: [I got the job~ Thanks for the pep talk before my in
They were on their way to meet The Madam this morning when Everett saw Scarlett and derailed the schedule. Everett didn't return the calls and just hinted to Edward to drive on.On his phone was a simple text Mrs. Dunn sent this morning--[Residence 82.]"Boss," Driving in silence for a few minutes, Edward finally opened his mouth hesitatingly, "the madam threw a fit at the company yesterday because of the bidding project.""Hmm." Everett had his eyes closed as a single syllable escaped his nose."I mean..." Edward took a deep breath to gather his courage, because he knew how much Everett hated to touch this topic, "maybe if you rejoin the bidding like Miss Ryan asked--""Her problem is not with the bidding," Everett cut Edward off with an emotionless statement, his eyes still closed."But she's using it as an excuse to summon you," Edward gripped the steering wheel tight, outing his thought altogether.Everett let out a light chuckle and opened his eyes, amused. Edward looked back a
There was an outdoor cafe at the corner of fifth Avenue and Marble Street named Kitten Door. It was Scarlett's favorite --She used to ambush her father when she was little so she could blackmail him for a meal in a restaurant instead of going home and having his cooking -- this cafe was right across the street from Eva Dew's building.And on this Monday morning, Scarlett was again sitting at her usual table, sipping coffee and glancing through something on her iPad -- but this time she was preparing for her interview at Eva Dew in an hour."Pretty dress," A voice rose nearly right behind her ear, and Scarlett almost jumped up from her seat for being too focused to notice someone approaching."Everett?!" Scarlett snapped angrily when she saw who that man was, suppressing the urge of smashing her iPad on his annoying smirk, "Were you planning on giving me a heart attack?!"Everett grinned brightly at her, sitting down on the opposed seat in a leisurely move, seemingly in a good mood."
Scarlett could hear her heart pounding in her chest fast like a drum. She didn't know whether it was for being so close to the man's chest, or for the words he just said.She had been with Wyatt since she was sixteen, and to be fair, Wyatt was a man very good at saying sweet words, much better than Everett at least. Yet with all the sweet words Wyatt had said in the past years combined, it was still lighter than what Everett Dunn just said now.Scarlett had always thought it was rightful of Wyatt to ask for her help, because she loved him, and never did she know she could be so touched when such an offer was rejected for her benefit.Before she could say anything, Everett Dunn already backed away, a shade of pain flashed through his eyes, but it was so fast that Scarlett almost feel like she imagined that."I--" Scarlett opened her mouth, but her voice broke in her throat with a sob."Sorry," Everett said with a resigned tone, sorrow filled his eyes. His lips moved, but in the end, he
"What the hell was that?!" Wyatt shouted at Scarlett when the humiliating meal was finally over.He didn't know how he pulled through, sitting there listening to the men exchanging drinks and business information, when all he could hear was the girl's musical voice pronouncing the name he hated the most--Dunn Group.All the laughter exchanged after that sounded like mocking in Wyatt's ears -- his fiancee, his OWN woman, suggesting that his company was not worthy of the project he worked for, but said that his arch enemy's company was!How could he endure such a slap in the face?!"I thought you wanted Tom to like me," Scarlett put on a pitiful look, peering at the furious Wyatt with a timid voice, "I wanted to sound smart so I just said all that I gathered in the financial magazines you gave me...I'm really sorry if I said something wrong...""You...?!" Wyatt was so mad he lost his voice, glaring at the apologizing little girl, gasping for air."I must have said it wrong, haven't I..
Scarlett buried herself in polishing her resume and creating her art portfolio for the next few days. Being away from these stuff for years, it takes time to pick them up."Why are you taking your iPad with you when you come to drink at a bar?!" Evelyn grumbled with utter frustration, shaking Scarlett's arm as they settled down on a couch at the third random bar they went to that week--Evelyn was determined to spend all her free time with Scarlett before Scarlett's "career" starts."Have to deliver the portfolio by tomorrow night..." Mumbled Scarlett, still drawing on her iPad without looking up. Having no experience in design, her only advantage in getting this job was the three years she spent in prison in her last life--She went to prison dreaming of the day when Wyatt would forgive her and give her the wedding she deserves. Though that dream never came true, Scarlett spend all her time in prison designing her own wedding dress, one after another.She picked some of her favorites