Scarlett’s POVI don’t really want to go.I don’t know how to face Granny.I was the one who asked for this marriage, and I was the one ending it. Well, I was the one ending it because he never was in it. But I do owe Granny. She really tried to get to know me, and she changed from being mad at me to accepting me into her family. She has treated me with nothing but fairness. But now I’m disappointing her again.I don’t know how to tell her about the divorce.The only console is, Sebastian promised that he wouldn’t announce the news before Granny’s birthday party.I think that’s why he has been delaying his signature. Granny wants us to be happy, truly.“Why the long face?” Aurora nips my face tauntingly, “You look like you are not going to a party, but your death execution.”Yeah, a party where Sebastian would be, and surely Ava and probably Gabriel. If there is any difference between that and death execution, it’s that the latter is painless.“Thanks for coming with me, Aurora...” I p
Scarlett’s POVAva never acts mean to me in front of people. I mean, her team is not “people” to her. She doesn’t care to hide her true color in front of them, nor would they dare to say anything. This is why Aurora and Lilith knew little about my feud with her.“I’m fine, thanks,” I'm not at my best moment, but I would die faster spending time with Ava than walking a mile.I don’t like playing her acting game. I never understood the point of her faking a friendly face to me in front of people. Like if anyone else cares about whether she’s treating me nicely, while I would never fall for it myself. It’s a show for no audience.The car stops. Sebastian comes out of the driver’s side, glaring at me across the car with a cold tone: “Get in.”I roll my eyes, walking away.I’m no longer the stupid fucking dog following him around with smitten eyes and he can’t fucking order me around anymore!“Scarlett Fuller,” Sebastian calls my full name calmly from behind. That’s his way of showing real
Scarlett’s POV“Scar, what’s wrong?” Aurora frowns, then as if realized something, she slowly looks up at the fancy hotel, her voice now shivering, too, “...what’s today’s party again...?”Then she takes a gasp.“Yeah...” My brain freezes, and before I could do anything, I watched a police car pulling up, and Lilith comes off.“You sure it’s here? It doesn’t look like a place for people like us--” Damon’s voice follows Lilith out as she sprints to us, “Lil!”“Scar!” Lilith crushes into me for a big hug, turning to make a naught face at Damon, “Told you I got the right address!”Damon sticks his head out at me and Aurora: “Sorry I’m dumping my problem on you guys, but I’m on a case right now and I really can’t--”“It’s okay, we got her,” Aurora nods at him, and I dart my eyes down to the ground -- we can’t tell Lilith to leave now. It wouldn’t be any less humiliating than telling her it’s an upper-class party that we are going for.And Lilith came in a pair of jeans. Just great.Aurora
Scarlett’s POVI really want to throw my purse into his face before leaving with Lilith, but I can’t do that to Granny. Our war should not ruin her day.In the end, we watched Sebastian and Ava walk in with winning smiles, leaving us by the gate. While Ava attacked Lilith just to upset me, she has a point. I can’t let Lilith walk in there in her jeans. It would definitely upset Granny.So long as we get a dress, we can make it through the party. Granny might not even notice her.“It’s okay, I can wait for you guys at some bar nearby,” After me and Aurora’s awkward explanation, Lilith hugs us with a comforting smile, “I really don’t mind.”“It’s only because--” I want to explain more. If only I had told Aurora what the party was about.If only I thought I could handle Sebastian and Ava on my own...“You know I don’t like this kind of stuff, I understand,” Lilith grins at me, not looking offended. Or she just hides it well.“I--”“What seems to be the problem here?”An unfamiliar voice c
Sebastian’s POVGranny’s birthdays have been the happiest days of our marriage, that’s for sure.For a moment there, I seem to have seen the Scar I used to know. When I felt her tender body under my plam again, when I saw her lively eyes. When she talked to me.She used to report everything to me. Even a weird-shaped cloud outside her window she would take a picture and send it to me, adding a smiley face. But now, all she talks about with me is the fucking divorce.I don’t want a divorce.Too much is at stake. The stock, the company’s image, Granny’s wrath. I clearly remember how stern Granny was when she heard that the marriage was a deal Scar made by threatening a life. I don’t know how Scar turned Granny around, but Granny loves Scar now, sometimes more than she loves me.Scar keeps using Ava to probe me. About how I can marry Ava now. That’s how I know she still cares about me, she just hides her love away and wouldn’t let me see any. Her way of showing her love used to be nothing
Scarlett's POVI think Granny heard me. In fact, I think half of the party heard me. But Granny is not the kind of person that would embarrass you in public, and I dare not to bring it up myself -- I just yelled at her beloved grandson, and now my ears are burning.I don’t even know what I could say IF she asked. We have never fought in front of Granny before.“How are you doing recently?” Granny chats with me casually, leading the way among the crowd, nodding and returning smiles from time to time, “Sebastian mentioned something about a new job?”I sneak a glance at Sebastian, and he rolls his eyes all the way to the ceiling.So he “complained” something about a new job. No doubt it’s because of Adrian.“It’s because my...hmmm, Mom, mentioned Richard Hanson the other day,” I try to find my words to skip the crazy mess that happened recently without lying...too much, “and I thought maybe I could give my script a try.”“Ohh, you wrote a script?! How wonderful!” Granny exclaims with a su
Scarlett’s POV“Granny, I’ll go check!” I pick up my dress a little, hurrying to leave.“I’ll come with,” Granny says, frowning as she looks over, too. She doesn’t like people raising a fuss at her party, and she would like it even less if she knows who Lilith is.I blurt: “No need, Granny, I’ll sort it out--”But before I can finish, a fair-sounding voice cuts in:“Granny, no need to stress yourself out. I’m sure Scar can take care of the situation...considering that girl is her friend.”Ava Snake Fuller. Of course she would jump out at such a moment. I bet whatever is going on with Lilith, Ava has her hand in it. She’s the only one with a motive to attract sour attention to Lilith.To my surprise, Granny didn’t get any of Ava’s keywords, but asks coldly: “Who are you calling Granny?”The smile freezes on Ava’s face. She quickly flinches to Sebastian’s side and murmurs: “I’m sorry, Mrs. Knight...”Granny shoots her a cold, knife-like glare before she strides in Lilith’s direction like
Scarlett’s POVI used to argue with Ava, when I cared.I don’t care about Sebastian anymore, and I no longer have any desire to “win” over her, especially in a meaningless argument. She has his heart, end of story. I just want to protect my friend right now.Ava always wins our battles by making me the bully. She doesn’t know how to handle my surrender. Utter speechless, she bites her lips in silence, and her dogs move away hesitantly.I grab Lilith’s wrist as I turn to Granny: “I’m really sorry...”“Where are you going?”I almost run into a guy, and I pull to a sudden halt at his words. He replaced the mean girls' group, blocking my way. To think I thought it was fascinating how we shared a rare eye color. Now I just want to hit him in the head when I see his taunting eyes.I KNEW he was part of the evil plan!!!“You--!” I grip his collar to blow out. He grabs my wrist gently, stopping me from doing more damage, but not hurting me as he cuts me off faster:“I thought the fuss was abou
“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
Scar was already at the Fullers when Sebastian made it. The last time Sebastian was with her in Jack Fuller’s living room was five years ago now, yet he feels like it was only yesterday. It might have something to do with the fact that he barely lived a day since. Just surviving. Sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed elegantly, Scar swings her foot lightly with an indifferent look. She is in a business set: white, tight blouse and straight short skirt. A pair of high heels, of course indicating one thing: She’s here for serious business. Just not the kind Jack Fuller looks forward to. That much is obvious because the owner of the living room sits right across Scar with every line of the muscle on his face stretched tight, as if facing a cannibal monster. He is scared, and he ought to be. Though Scar wouldn’t claim it, she’s still a Vanderbilt. Damian has all but thrown everything the Fuller had into fire in the past five years. Ava and her dad did little to improve Z-House’s
“Please, can you come over?” It’s Ava again. Sebastian listens to her sobbing calmly, his face so cold that his new secretary subconsciously holds her breath as she pauses her morning brief for the call from who she was told to be the boss’s wife. Didn’t he give his wife a million-dollar wedding? As a gossip, Emma is sure that she saw the wedding of her new boss on the front page somewhere. Even after years, she still remembers the bright smile of the bride in the newspaper. That’s why she was so excited when she got the offer— A genuine billionaire who spoils his wife to such? He must be a gentleman in person. He is. He is professional in work, but also kind to the staff. He is the definition of a gentleman… Except to his wife. Emma glances at Sebastian again, her heart bumping fast both for excitement AND nervousness. Sure, she has a crush on him. But who doesn’t? Money. Look. HOT body. He has got it all. But when he talks to his wife, he has this dark aura around him as if h
Scar’s POV I’m meeting my Alice today! That’s the only good thing happening in this hellish city. Alice is Lilith’s daughter, also the little sun that shone the brightest light into the past five dark years. I spent barely a month in jail before I was transferred, mainly because my body was failing. It was a dark time for me. Postpartum depression. I couldn’t eat, and even if I did, my body wouldn’t take it. All I could remember from that black month was puke, dizzy, and blackouts. I heard that prison could be a dark place, but I didn’t even get to experience that part— Everyone avoided me because I looked like I would die on them if they even just laid one finger on me. After that I spent nine months in the hospital, and after that an asylum. Well, they decorated that as a “mental and physical reconstruction facility”, when I knew it was just another name for asylum. I know because I lost it, for a long while. For two years I couldn’t talk. I didn’t lose my voice, I know. Bu