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
Scarlett’s POVI can’t help but glance at Sebastian, and surely enough, he is frowning at her. She HATES him! Why would she be here?! Why would she be here at THE moment I’m stuck with Sebastian? With my heart pounding hard, I turn around slowly.Then Aurora throws herself into me.“Scar! Are you alright?” Aurora grabs me and checks me head to toe, “I’m really really sorry! I was...caught up with somethin--What’s that smell on your hair-- OMG! You are bleeding!”I giggle, can barely breathe in Aurora’s attention in a machine-gun style.In that moment I feel like I traveled back in time. When Gabriel bullied me, Aurora would be the one attending to me while Lilith...I peek in Lilith’s direction sneakily, and her cold eyes catch mine like sharp knives. Those are the cold looks she gave me when she left my wedding with Sebastian. I lower my eyes quickly.Lilith is no longer in the picture.With the skills from her policeman of a big brother and the queen aura from ruling the kids on the
“Alice?” Scar blinks, uncertain of her eyes, “Lilith, did you see Alice coming off? She was on the pony in the last turn…” Saying that, Scar is already running towards the spinning carousel, her breath held, and her eyes darting around frantically as panic grabs her. Alice is gone! She was so certain that Alice took the pink pony, which was now empty as it passed Scar innocently, as if Scar remembered it wrong. “Alice!” Scar shouts, turning around as her whole world spins. Did she just lose Alice? How?! Alice was just in front of her! She didn’t even take her eyes off! The fake wooden pony just goes behind the puller for a few seconds, and such a turn loses a whole person?! “Scar, breathe!” Lilith comes to Scar’s side, her voice stern and swift, “Do not move in case Alice comes back. I’ll find her! Scar!” Scar wants to cry. She wants to melt down and shout and burst out and blow up the whole entertainment park! But she can’t lose it, not right now. Lilith’s daughter is missing, an
“So…you really trust this…Silco?” Lilith asks Scar with her eyes still on Alice, who’s just a few inches away, laughing on the carousel as it runs around. Spent most of her life on a private island, entertainment parks are like miracle lands to Alice. And the bright smile on her chubby little face makes it so hard for Lilith to say no. Not that she wants to anyway: It’s the best chance to get Scar to spend time with Alice. Johnny Vanderbilt wanted to take Alice back to his city after Scar went to prison. Knowing how Scar felt about Damian, Lilith chose to help Sebastian and took Alice to hide on a private island Sebastian got under Granny’s maiden name. At least this way Alice gets to grow up with her father. The plan worked well at first. Sebastian narrows his work days to 2 in the office, moving most of his work online and spending all five days on the island with them. For quite a long time Alice thought Lilith was her mom, and Lilith didn’t put in a real effort to correct her
Driving for 20 minutes in the car, Scar’s eyes are still cold from the outburst earlier. She has loved that man, and hated that man. He is just to painful to keep in her heart. She wants him out of her life, but he just keep coming and stir things up! “So heartless about him, hmm?” Silco breaks the silence tauntingly, “Sure you won’t regret it? I know how much you loved him before.” “That’s none of your business!” Scar snorts coldly, her tone not at all like the sugar baby she shows others.
“Scar!” Scar left when Sebastian was dragged down by the Fullers. By the time he catches up, she’s already by a pure black luxury car waiting right outside of the Fuller’s gate. Scar wasn’t going to wait for him until Sebastian hurried up a few steps and put his fingers between the half-closed door. If he has to be honest, he is surprised that Scar didn’t close the door on his fingers anyway. But Scar turns visibly impatient at his way of stopping her. “You just never settle for what’s yours at the time, do you?” Scar says coldly, standing behind the door when Sebastian feels like the door is the furthest distance in the world. A cold snort lands quietly in the car. Sebastian hears. On the back seat sits that masked man, Silco. That name upsets him. That man is using Scar, if he is not playing her also, he knows. He looked into that guy, and found nothing. Nothing! That’s not normal, and it's not at the level of resources he has. Maybe that man doesn’t exist on papers, meaning a
The phone call changes Scar back to the vengeful fallen angle. For now. “I’ll go after Johnny Vanderbilt for what he did on his part, thanks but that’s none of your business…” Scar curves her lips, her devil like grin has no warmth, sending chills down the spine of her enemies, “I hope your family really have no trouble with your lousy explanation on cheating, Mrs. Fuller. But for now, I want my mom’s necklace.” Anna shakes her head slowly with mercy in her eyes, as if Scar is just a misbehaving child who doesn’t know better. “What happened to you, Scarlett?” Anna insists on calling Scar the name she gave her, ignoring Scar’s words, “Are you seeing anyone for these episodes? It’s not a light thing. If you need help—” “Not from you!” Scar spats with cold anger, “Stop with the hypocritical act of yours! You just don’t know when to stop even after your true color is exposed, do you? I was wondering where Ava got that from.” “How dare you talk to my mom like that!?” Ava shrills, blow
For years Scar has been wondering where Ava got the lying and acting from without a hint. It was right under her nose. It was Anna Fuller, Ava’s mom who is so good at lying that Scar didn’t even notice anything wrong! Anna cost Scar’s mom, and Anna’s daughter took Scar’s baby! Like mother, like daughter! She won’t let them get away this time! She can’t unite with her mom and baby with peace before she gets justice from this pair of snakes! “You need to talk to your father, honey—” Anna Fuller reaches for Scar’s face like the perfect mom she paints herself to be. Sebastian pulls Scar back a step, blocking her with his body as he grunts warningly: “Anna, stop it.” She turned on the manipulating machine again. But Scar heard Anna already. Letting out a cold snort, Scar murmurs slowly: “My father…” The laughter is full of bitterness, anger, hatred and disappointment, everything but what should associated with that word. “Scar…” Sebastian tries to pull her close, but Scar remains wh
“Gabriel,” Scar suddenly turns to the big dumb bear, “There was a time when you bullied me at school and were caught by the teacher. When my teacher asked you to give her mom’s number, you said the wrong number before you quickly changed it. Except it wasn’t a ‘wrong’ number, was it? It was the number you were told to memorize when you were a kid before it was changed to her current one. Why did she use this phone number for twenty years without any trouble when you had to memorize two?” Gabriel opens his mouth like a big mole who digs through its ceiling to the ground by accident. “Mom…?” Gabriel stammers, looking at Anna like a lost boy. He doesn’t know how he could not fall into Scar’s trap. There is no way because it’s not a trap. It’s an endless dark hole in his mom’s past that as much as she’s trying, she’s failing to cover up. “That’s too stretched, don’t you think?” Ava struggles, “Just because of a name and a random mistake—” “Silco pulled the info of the owner who owned
“Oh my poor Scarlett…” Anna Fuller grips her chest with a hand as if her heart pains, her soulful eyes filled with tears glimmering, “You had a few rough years, I know…I wanted to look for you but…” But Jack didn’t let me? But Ava would be heartbroken? Anna said none of those words, but knowing her too well, Scar knew what the indication was. Scar tilts her head, as if seeing Anna for the very first time in her life. In some way, yes. That’s how Anna Fuller talks. Painting herself as the most pitiful person in the world even when you are the real victim, at the same time indicating that someone else is at fault, anyone but her. She might have never told Scar to hate Jack Fuller, but every time when she “comforts” Scar, she paints another layer of hatred over Scar. Like when Jack Fuller ignores Scar, instead of sitting both of them down and talk it out like a proper mom should, Anna would secretly go to Scar when no one else is around, and say things like, “It’s okay, baby, you st
Looking at Gabriel’s steaming head, Scar giggles, waving her hand indifferently. “I came with big money behind me this time, and that’s why your fox of a father and snake of a sister are treating me with a basic manner. They know they can’t push me around but they are not stopping you from pissing me off because they want to see what I can do about your disrespect. Do you know what that means?” “Bullshit!” Gabriel grunts, but he can’t help but glance in his father and sister’s direction either. “I’ll tell you what I will do to you,” Scar stops spinning her phone, putting it in her purse as she stands up, her look bored and cruel, “That little precious company of yours that’s misleading you into thinking that you are not pure valueless trash? It’s going down in exactly three days. I know it doesn’t exactly hurt them,” She nods in Jack Fuller and Ava’s direction, “I mean, how could it when they never cared about you?” “You—” Gabriel wants to shout, but Scar cuts him off— “BUT, I’m