Scarlett’s POVCrushing at Aurora’s place, I slept - more like, blacked out - for three whole days due to a low fever after that horrible fallout with my, well, ex-family.I no longer have a home.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.“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 my belly, where I’m stroking subconsciously.“Ohh, I didn’t know I had a choice,” I roll my eyes at her.“We can find you a state that allows--”“N
Scarlett’s POVJust two words. From three days ago. That’s all he has to say after I disappear for three days? If I didn’t have Aurora to turn to, but just died in some dark corner that no one knows, he wouldn’t even know until the cops find me first.So he imagined after seeing that they treat me like shit, I burst out, just to “come home” and everything will get back to how it was?I stare at those two words so hard that my eyes hurt, suddenly having such an urge to laugh--Either he didn’t take the divorce papers seriously, or he doesn’t understand what a divorce means.“Coming home”? Could a house be called a home if the couple sharing it is no longer married? After that ugly fallout, after I saw clearly the true faces of these so-called “family”, after he snatched the divorce papers out of me just in case I would go back on my words, he asked:Are you coming home?To do what? To give him love in exchange for his hatred? To flatter him after his day of being Ava’s loyal knight? To
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
Sebastian’s POVScar stayed at Aurora’s for three days straight, completely shutting me out.I know I really messed up this time. I ignored the desperation in her eyes when she gave me the divorce papers, and saw only dramatic tricks like how she always does. Except this time when I tried to call her bluff, it wasn’t one.I try to stay to my routine, but it’s not the same.Scar keeps the dinner table clean except when we eat, and it has been clean in the past three days. But it feels colder. The bed feels colder. The whole house is colder. I have been going home to eat, to sleep, to change my clothes, but I don’t feel like going home. The house suddenly feels empty now.It feels worse than a hotel room.I don’t know what she is doing to me. If just to make me feel bad, then she did it.I don’t want to bear the punishment. I bury myself in work, and I left as late as I can before I come to this bar. I have heard stories about guys coming to get drunk after a divorce, and I used to snort
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 i
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 shaken 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 down, I restrain myself from rolling my eyes. But again, Sebastian raises a
Scarlett’s POV“Will you lower your voice?!” Sebastian grunts at the knucklehead.When you are rich enough, you automatically become a celebrity. Celebrities like Sebastian, their marital status can make a huge impact on their business if it got out the wrong way. I did think about this, and I thought it wouldn’t be a problem, but I shouldn’t have told Adrian, not before Sebastian made the official announcement.Going to leave, but I stop and add to him: “Sorry I announced it before you could make it official. But you are on a clock now. So you might want to give your lawyer some homework for the night.”Adrian his nemesis, and Gabriel the knucklehead? They just might be the worst two people to know a secret Sebastian doesn’t want out.I don’t know if he was delaying out of distrust of the detailed clauses, or he just didn’t take it seriously. It can feel surreal to him, exactly because it has been something he has been longing for. Just like the baby’s news that I have been hiding beh
Sebastian’s POVI didn’t think Scar would agree to see me.She shut down herself ever since the trial, wouldn’t talk to anyone. Johnny Vanderbilt, Damian…even Lilith. Prison became her protecting shell and she is hiding from the world.But when I required to see her, she agreed to the visit.I pulled myself out of all the mess, showered for the day as if going on my pilgrimage. I had to submit everything on my before a tight security check. The emptiness inside the prison walls lowered the temperature 4 to 5 degrees than outside. So did the dead flat faces of the guards.I followed them going deeper and deeper into this hell, failing to imagine Scar’s feelings when she walked thought this knowing she wasn’t coming back out.A chill ran down my spine when that thoughts hit me.“20 minutes,” The guard warns coldly before she pulls open the heavy iron door. A loud beep bursts out as the red light on the top right corner of the door suddenly goes off at her movement.Scar is already sitt
Sebastian’s POVI had a million things to do, but I couldn’t leave the courthouse. Not when Scar was on trial.I thought it would take an eternity, but it ended before I realized it.And it didn’t end well.It felt like I barely settled down on the bench outside the court before Damian came out. Almost as if he forgot something and he just came out for a quick grab. Before I could even ask, he shook his head.How could he lose? He said he was confident! Even just going in there to wave a surrender would have taken longer!“What happened?!”“She...” Choakingly, Damian tried to squeeze some words out, “She pled guilty...”“Then what was the point of you being there?! We need to make an appeal--”“We can’t. It’s going to be a criminal charge, and there is little room to turn this around...” Damian stops talking, looking at a man striding toward us, and his look changes from surprise to fear, “Dad...”Johnny Vanderbilt. King of the Vanderbilt Empire, which he built with Scar’s mom. It’s a
Sebastian’s POVIf Scar stopped loving me when she brought up divorce, she hates me now.When she looks at me, there is not even hatred or anger in her eyes. There was nothing. She doesn’t see me, but just a stranger who she wishes the worst on. I can read those wishes. I don’t mind if she hates me. I don’t even mind if she tries to get revenge on me. I do deserve that.But she won’t. She is not here anymore. When I’m not forcing her to talk, it’s like she is already beyond this world.I should spend more time with her. I should have been there for her when Ava came, but I...“Sebastian...I told you, you don’t have to come to the court,” Damian is surprised to see me, “When is the last time that you got some real sleep?”Two or three days ago? I don’t have time, literally.I have been dealing with the baby, Scar’s assulting charge, AND investigation of the robbery. I believe Scar, but her story is hard to prove. If it was Ava, then it IS my fault. I gave Ava the code once, for which r
197Scarlett’s POVBecause of my special condition, the police didn’t take me in, but just kept me under tight surveillance with two officers guarding my hospital ward.Ava is not happy about it.She wanted me to be charged with attempted murder. Actually, I think she wanted me on the chair the next day.To be honest? I wish I could be charged with successful murder. I’m not living anymore. I’m just surviving, for a revenge that I see no hope of getting. I wasn’t trying to kill her when I lost control and hurt her with the fruit knife. If I wasn’t irritated into that and actually had my right mind, I wouldn’t have missed.I wanted her dead.In that sense, they SHOULD lock me up.“Scar…? Scar…”It took me a moment to realize that Sebastian is talking to me.He has been coming to visit me every day, ever since I stabbed his Ava. Surprising. He hadn’t got time for me after I almost died with out child, but he is free to shed crocodile tears now. I turn to look at him, silently.I think
Scarlett’s POVTheir wedding.Ava just did her hair. In a slit dress showing her curve, and a pair of heels high into the cloud, Ava does look astonishing. I guess realizing your dream does that. I was also this glittering when I had my own, the dream wedding that I thought would start my happy ever after.She is happy. I hate that.She finally got what she wanted. She always, gets what she wants, no matter the price. Because Daddy would pay her bill. She lured me into the woods, stole my white knight and turned him black, lived off my blood, and standing on the dead body of my baby, she finally crawled onto the sacred altar.Not only is she not paying for it, she even has him as her witness. He is the witness for the murderer of his own child!How stupid and pathetic was I to think that such a dog of Ava could ever love me?“I see you are still not in handcuffs though,” I sigh, “it doesn’t sound like he is doing his job right.”“He will never hurt me!” Ava gloats with a proud smirk,
Scarlett's POV“Is it true?” I ask Sebastian.He avoids my question: “I will look into this, I promise!”In that second all sound fade away. I can’t hear anything and I don’t see any one. No one but the man who I loved for over a decade. The man who saved me once, who said that he loved me and wanted another chance with me. The man who was telling me how excited he was about the baby he gave me.“Are you going to be the witness for her alibi?” I ask him, my voice shaking. Anger and disbelief turned my voice into a restrained whisper, “She, MURDERED, our child! And you are telling me you are taking HER side? Really? Sebastian Knight?!”“I’m not taking her side--”“It, was, her!” I burst out, glaring into his eyes, “The alarm system didn’t go off when she barged into our house; she didn’t steal anything valuable and she went straight to me! And do you know why she could do all this? Because you fucking let her! Did you really not know that I was pregnant? Were you trying to get close to
Scarlett’s POVMy belly is empty. The first thing I feel when my mind wakes up, is the horrifying emptiness.Not just my belly. My whole body is emptied by the long, dark dream that trapped me.Sebastian was in it. So was Ava, Jack Fuller, Anna Fuller, Damian Vanderbilt... They tangled into the shadow that wrapped me up so tightly that I couldn’t breath. But I couldn’t die in my dream, so I could only suffocate over and over, like buried alive in my coffin, watching my life passing by in front of my eyes. Literally. In my dream I wasn’t Scarlett, I was a specter watching the little Scarlett suffering through all the lies, the harm, the pain, and blood, all the way till the kid lured her into the dark woods, passing that, and then the crashed car.It wasn’t a dream. It was all real. It was my memory. I couldn’t remember anything from the car crash, but I did witness it. And in this deep dream, I saw my own memory. I keep my eyes closed, trying to savor the dream that’s fading fast. Eff
Sebastian’s POVScott left alone.Vanderbilt covers his face, ignoring me completely as he waits in desperation. So do Scar’s two friends. I would have stayed anyway if that could help, but I know where I’m needed more--I have to go and see Ava.If a whole blood bank wasn’t enough, then one man’s donation would hardly be. I have always worried about Ava’s condition, but we had Scar to count on whenever Ava needed blood, so I have never thought that the healthy, strong woman would one day lie in the emergency room, waiting for the rare blood to save her life.And the only one who can help, is her sister who we just had a falling out with.I knew it would be hard to get Ava to help, but I didn’t know it would be this hard.“What are you even doing here?!” Jack Fuller guards the door, grunting at me. He has been barking at me for five minutes. He is not keeping his voice low, and we both know that Ava heard all of it in there.He is showing me her attitude: she doesn’t want to see me.“
Sebastian’s POVScarlett was hurt.The security system company found her after the alarm was triggered. But there was no sign of intrusion -- even the alarm was triggered because a lamp was thrown through the window, from inside. Apparently, Scar cut her wrist and fell off the stairs.She was taken to the hospital when Miller got there, the same hospital Ava was in no less. All he saw was the pool of blood by the stairs. I couldn’t bear hearing his report over the phone, but I dared not to miss anything either.The walk from Ava’s ward to the emergency building was the longest hell I had to go through, and I would rather die a thousand times just to turn back time.“Where is she?!” I demand Miller the moment I get there, only to notice that he isn’t the only one waiting by the emergency room.Lilith Grey, Aurora Dawson. All made it before I did. Even...Damian Vanderbilt.The girls hus together, trying to comfort each other. The man sits there on the bench with a sullen look, spouting