Sebastian’s POVScar shakes her head slowly, throwing her disappointment into my face: “So, she DOES know.”Does she have trouble understanding English? That’s not what I meant!“Saying you want me gone, and yet you report me to your daddy,” Scar sneers at Ava with pure viciousness in her voice, “I guess between your loving Romeo and my blood, you still want the latter just a tiny bit more, huh?”I can understand why Ava would hate her. I want to seal those poisonous lips too at moments like this.“You took him from me!” Ava bursts into a hysterical cry, “You did! You took him! He was mine! We were meant to be together!”“Okay,” Scar is calm while smiling at Ava, too calm for me to recognize. The red palm prints on her cheek adds a touch of seductive fragileness to her, “If you beg your daddy to let me go, I will divorce him, today.”I roll my eyes with a huff.She is just playing Ava, but Ava would fall for it. I would have married Ava even if I couldn’t cure her.Ava cries harder.“
Sebastian's POVI felt that something was off with her, now I know.It’s her loving eyes. She has been looking at me with obvious love in those eyes even before we were old enough to understand what love is, and she never hides that.That love was still there even this morning, when she gave me the divorce papers. But now, that lively light is gone.I could barely recognize her without it.I feel like I lost something important. It’s not supposed to be this way.Her love has always been a bother to me. If she didn’t love me, she wouldn’t have blackmailed me, and I wouldn’t have hated her. I wouldn’t have been locked into a marriage I didn’t want, and I would have been with Ava!If she didn’t love me, none of this would have happened. She would save Ava just like the sister she should be, and I would have been with Ava, just like how I wanted since the first time I met her.But she did give her love to me. She gave it, and now she is taking it back. And I feel at a loss.It’s not fair.
Scarlett’s POVI slept - more like, blacked out - for three whole days after that horrible fallout with my, well, ex-family.I can barely remember how Aurora got me back to her penthouse alone. I have been in and out due to a low fever, remembering only glimpses of Aurora feeding me stuff, some sweet, some bitter.Of course, Sebastian didn’t reach out. Surprisingly though, nor did the divorce papers that he said I could expect in two to three days. He knows Aurora’s address.“Back to life, sleeping beauty?” A big smile crawls onto Aurora’s face when she comes in with a glass in her hand, “How do you feel?”Numb. So, better than most days.“Ginger honey water,” Aurora settles down by my side as I rub my face to try to wake up more, “it helps with the fever. No argument.”I hate ginger, she knows! But I also know I can’t afford to joke with my body, now more than ever. I have a little thing in my womb to take care of.“I guess that means you are keeping the baby?” Aurora’s eyes land on
Scarlett’s POVI want to sit down right there on the staircase and let the overwhelming emptiness gulp me, but I dare not. I know if I let it, then I will stay beaten. I will lose the strength I’m pretending to have and collapse.I thought I could let go of Sebastian. Ever since I walked into their kiss three months ago, I have been preparing for this day. I did it.It just hurts more than I expected.Closing my eyes, I try to chase Sebastian out of my head. I just need something, anything, to take up the hole left in my heart now that I carved him out.Something I could value. Something for myself. I lived my life around him, but I used to have a life of my own. I used to have friends to laugh and cry with, used to be competitive just like any student. I used to have a dream.I was going to be a writer, before I gave it up and stayed home to build a family.Richard Hanson.Jack Fuller’s mean face when he mentioned that name pops into my mind, like he was throwing a bone to a pitiful
Scarlett’s POVWorking on my script for the whole day, I was drowning in an unfamiliar sense of satisfaction. I have put “family” as the core of my life for so long, that I forgot the fun of living for myself.When I finally put it down, I almost missed my date with Aurora. Hurrying out of her place, I got to Nightingale 10 minutes to 8. I prefer being early.I wish I didn’t.Nightingale is the biggest nightclub in town. Best place for entertainment for any and everyone, so long as you can afford a drink. We used to come here all the time in college, enjoying its “safe hour” for a little alcohol and a lot of fun.8 pm to midnight, four hours of light, fun music with drinks and chats and snacks. Safe hour. Because after midnight, the heart-pumping DJ would get up there and boil this place into a crazy porridge. Drugs, sex...You name it.But tonight, the safe hour is not safe, for me.I ordered a non-alcohol at the bar. I regret coming in the moment the bartender shoots me that weird gl
Scarlett’s POV“What?” I shouldn’t have, but I laughed out loud.Even for Ava, it’s a bit too dramatic.“You, want, her, dead,” Gabriel says with a stone-cold voice. He is actually serious. His gang shoots me the disdain looks as if among them, a group of bullies, I’m the most wicked.“Did Ava mention that the last time I saw her was in her dear daddy’s study? With her daddy, mummy, and her Romeo all around her?”“So?” Gabriel is not laughing, nor getting my implication.“So?” I cock my eyebrow, knowing if I roll my eyes right now I would definitely piss him off so I dare not, “So how do you even imagine that I could even lay a finger on her with her army protecting her?”“You didn’t lay a finger on her?” Gabriel stands up and walks to me in a dangerous stride, his tone getting meaner and colder, “Sure, not A finger. You left a fucking handprint on her forearm!”I frown. I did try to grab her arm, but I barely even closed my grip before Sebastian pushed me down onto the floor. How the
Scarlett’s POV“Stay back!” I shout, no longer care about attracting attention.“No one can save you,” Gabriel laughs, “No one will. You know why? Because you are THAT notorious, as much as your evilness deserves.”He strides over and I grab the beer bottle I have been glancing at. I knock it onto the table and get a weapon out of it.“Stay, back!” I point the sharp broken glass at Gabriel, backing as he approaches closer.“I dare you to try, my dear little sister,” Gabriel raises his head and shows his throat at me, “be the murderer that you are, and let everyone see!”“You come one step closer, and I will stab this into MY throat!” I point the glass under my own jaw, “You know I will die because there won’t be enough blood for me in this city!”Gabriel bursts into laughter so hard that tears come out of him.“Seriously?” Gabriel laughs, not forgetting to point his damn camera still on me, “You think I’d care if you hurt yourself? I have got evidence shooting right now, showing that
Scarlett’s POV“For a drink,” I shrug, leaving. I didn’t want to talk to him, but getting words out of my body finally got me to get back in control of my shaken body.Suddenly Sebastian grips my chin and raises my head in his direction, tilting his head at me with a frown: “You cut yourself.”“Let go,” I push his hand with a frown, but he won’t let go.I would be so happy before, if his attention could land on me like this. But not anymore. I don’t like him touching me at will as if I am still his belongings. I was. Not anymore.My hand might have shakened when I pressed the bottle under my jaw. I didn’t know it would be so sharp. But he fixes my head in that position more like to force me to look at him, rather than checking my wound.“Did you mention my wound to help, or you just want to watch me bleed to death?”Glaring at him, I claw his wrist. He clicks his tongue as he lets go.Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I restrain myself from rolling my eyes. But again, Sebastian rai