Scarlett’s POVSeeing the “poor love birds” trying their best to protect each other against me, the evil dragon, makes me want to laugh at my old self for being ridiculously stupid.She stole my identity to friend MY hero, acting her whole life as someone else to stay his friend, using him to harm me in every way she could, all the way to the point she wanted me dead. He let her.And I’m the bad guy in this story?“Which part exactly, did he mean well?” I’m so mad I have to squeeze words out of my clenched teeth. I glare at the vicious snake under the lamb’s clothes, having a hard time comprehending how one can be spoiled into so evil a soul, “Let’s say that I made a deal with him to get him into our marriage, did you not gain from that deal? He got to protect you, the apple of his eye, and you get to fucking live! And has never honored his end of the deal, not even for a day! Did he mean well with that? When you two went shopping all over the world, hand in hand, showing off how much
Scarlett’s POVSebastian turns around to glance at me, and right when I’m about to make the offer, he says to Jack Fuller: “She shouldn’t have used violence, for that I apologize, on my wife’s behalf.”Huh. That’s a first.“You don’t have the right to apologize on my behalf,” I hide myself well behind Adrian, challenging Jack Fuller, “Your daughter deserved that slap and more, for luring me to be kidnapped. You two need to apologize to ME, or I WILL sue.”“Did you see? See what you are protecting?!” Jack Fuller points a shaking finger at me.Sebastian sighs at me, nailing his eyes on Adrian’s arm which I hug as if that could stop me from clinging onto it.For Sebastian to take my side against people who treat me wrongly was something beyond my wildest dream before. I try to find the sweetness or pleasure I should feel in it, but I fail. I have given too much for it, and I have wanted it for too long. It doesn’t taste as sweet now when I stopped wanting it.“Sebastian?! How could you t
Scarlett’s POVThat I did not know.Of all people, I thought Ava was the one who wanted me by her side the most. She fears death, and I’m her safety rope. I thought at most, she offered my name to Liam Ryan in exchange for her own life.I don’t like the dark tone Liam Ryan used.“Get him in the car!” In a police uniform, a bulky guy with a round face frowns at the officer who has Liam Ryan under his hand. They were transporting him, and Liam Ryan was fighting to stay for what he had to say.“Jeremy, let him talk,” Adrian calls the bulky guy, his voice colder than ever, “We might use it in court.”“His words right now are not admissible,” Sebastian glares at Adrian, adding to Liam Ryan, “Do you have evidence to support your claim?”But Liam Ryan ignores them both.To all our surprises, his eagle eyes nail on Jack Fuller: “You are the father of both the girls? I don’t believe that. No father would treat their little girl as how you treated the redhead.”Everyone darts their eyes at me.
Scarlett’s POV“Sparrow made me promise to not hurt you,” Liam Ryan finally turns to look at Justin, “I wanted to die in front of you and brand your life with my blood stain, but I guess I don’t have to, do I? You can turn around so quickly means your paradise is not exactly as happy as you said it would be, no?“What did you expect, when you chose a serpent over an angel?”Justin cries so hard, melting to the ground over and over again.Liam Ryan never said another word to him after that ask. He pulled up his window, not even looking at Justin. But Justin wouldn’t leave, hanging onto the police car where Liam Ryan sits as if that would go back in time.I don’t know how much Justin loved “his angel”, so I can’t even begin to imagine how horrifying it is to find out about such a mix-up only after her death.Would Sebastian shed a tear for me, if he ever finds out?It’s better for all of us if he never does.In the end, Sebastian went with Ava in her ambulance. Glad I didn’t have to cha
Scarlett’s POVI don’t know how long I slept, but I felt much better when the bright twilight woke me up.The ward is empty. No doctor, no nurse...No Adrian.I guess the baby did his job alright.Warning myself that it’s stupid to weep over something I never had, I slip down the hard, tiny bed and walk toward the window. The breeze at the end of the fall is no longer warm. It’s chill.I wanted the baby thing to get me out of the awkward talk, so why am I feeling so low?Anyone in the right mind getting to know that the girl they met a week ago is pregnant, won’t stay around in the hope of any romantic whatsoever. He did the right thing. Actually, I wanted him to make this choice.I don’t know how to love again.Maybe one day I can heal, but I’m broken right now, I know.I’m no longer the brave girl who could put love as the center of her world, who could laugh at his happiness and cry at this sorrow. I gave all that to Sebastian, and it’s not fair to Adrian if I were to try things wit
Scarlett’s POVWhat did I ever do to deserve this? I know it’s wrong to accept it, but it doesn’t make any of the joy of this moment untrue.“As much as I believe you,” I try to choose my words more wisely than last time, “We only met a week ago, Mr. Dunn, I don’t think--”“I understand your concern, and that’s why I wanted to take it slowly,” Adrian cuts me off with a kiss on the tips of my fingers, “but I don’t want to do that anymore. You let me in on the pregnancy to warn me off, no? You don’t have to. I will love your child as my own, and I will take better care of you than anyone ever will.”No woman can resist such a confession from the hero who just pulled them up from a fall to their death.I’m merely a human!I trust his words. I’m just surprised because I never painted him as the “love-for-life” type. According to Aurora, he is nothing but a playboy, a womanizer that she wants to tear apart at sight.Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Adrian starts slowly: “I have been i
Scarlett’s POV“Even though I carry another’s baby in my womb?” I ask.“They will know me and only me as their father,” He answers.“Even if I’m a workaholic who is sloppy at home and everything else?” I ask, remembering the messy living room I shared with Aurora.Adrian lets out a light chuckle. It was light just to not ruin the moment, I think.“I would appreciate the chance to take care of you, yes,” Somehow he keeps his tone solemn still, “I admire you, my shooting star.”Okay, fine! I have no more tests and he passed all of them with a perfect score.“Okay, last question,” I nod, “...Even if I’m best friends with Aurora?”My question takes Adrian by surprise. He blinks in confusion, not seeing a clear question in there.“I’m not sure what you mean...?” Adrain frowns lightly at the confusion, “I...I’m not against whoever you choose to keep in your life...Sebastian aside!”This time it’s my turn to burst into laughter.“But you two always fight at the sight of each other!” I pull h
Scarlett’s POVTurns out, Adrian never noticed me until that racing night, and it was because of that night that he went back to dig into me, only to find that I was the little wolf that he liked from years ago. But before he could do anything more, I married Sebastian and he decided to seal his first love that never bloomed.“Seriously, awful detective work,” I laugh at him, eating snacks he brought me to the hospital bed.Adrian rolls his eyes with a sigh, his ears turning pink again: “You promised to take that to your grave for the sake of all the snacks you ordered me to get!”“No! The snacks are for me keeping your proposal as a secret from Aurora!” I throw myself over the snacks when he starts pulling them away, “I have got pictures of the flowers! You keep bullying me, I will not be afraid to use them!”“You said you deleted them!” He protests.“But it was super romantic!” I hug the snacks and won't let go, “What if I need to show Aurora how romantic you are, huh?!”We stare at
Prepared for this question, Scar answers unnecessarily fast: “I couldn’t risk anyone helping Ava to get MY Mom’s necklace. That’s why.”Her answer dims the pleasant light in Sebastian’s eyes.“I know…” Sebastian nods slowly, hiding the disappointment in his eyes, “But you didn’t have to come help because of that, did you?”Scar snorts coldly: “I’m doing this for Granny, not you.”“Granny kicked me out of the company for what happened five years ago,” Sebastian lets out a light laugh, “I’m pretty sure she would be the last one who would want you to help me right now.”Scar raises her eyebrows. She didn’t think Granny would be so cruel to Sebastian, but then again, there weren’t too many who could rip Sebastian’s title easily.“What did you tell her?” Scar frowns.Scar blamed Sebastian only because he trusted the wrong person. Legally, or any other aspect speaking, he wasn’t the killer five years ago. He just protected the killer was all. But Ava was never convicted, and Scar didn’t thi
“You want to meet early?” Scar glances at her phone to make sure the caller is indeed Damian, “Sure thing, but how early can dinner be?”She’s a bit surprised that Damian would move their dinner plan forward, but considering how he has been making effort to build a connection, she persuaded herself.“Authur, could you--?”“Yes, Miss Green,” Authur answers swiftly, “After you deliver the card, I will drive you right over.”Scar: “…”This time she’s really not trying to dodge that bullet! Didn’t he hear that it was Damian Vanderbilt who--… Whatever.Standing in front of Sebastian’s new building, Scar is still grumbling Silco’s name, along with his evil loyal driver, Author. Sebastian’s new building is not the same as before – the modern design of Z-house as its own symbol. This time it’s just a normal building, low-key to the extreme, considering its owner’s usual luxurious style.A sour wave washes Scar’s heart.Kind and gentle, Sebastian was never low-key. He was the shining prince of
“Why do I have to do it myself?!” Scar huffs, glaring at Silco.Sitting on the sofa casually with his legs crossed, Silco glances at Scar from above the papers he’s reading, amused. A moment ago the girl was crying in his arms, and now she’s like a kitten with her tail stomped on.“I can send Arthur over!” Scar pouts.“If you can command him,” Silco answers almost gently, but the laughter in his voice is not hidden at all.Scar rolls her eyes.“I’ll just--I--” Scar blurts, fidgeting around, “You already gave up on Sebastian’s company, so why are you making the one last step so hard for me?!”“Sorry, I didn’t think delivering a card to a fancy office building with a driver at your service all the time would be a horrifying chore,” Silco answers, still with that annoying smile.“You KNOW that’s not what I’m talking about!” Scar snaps angrily. If she had been grateful to this man with her full heart a moment ago, she is now annoyed 120%, “You can send anyone but me!”“I’m spending two bi
All the way home Scar feels like something stuffed in her chest. Over and over again she tells herself that she doesn’t care about Johnny Vanderbilt, but it doesn’t seem to work.A car seemed to have followed her for a while, but it was gone at the last turn.She lives in a house in the upper part of the town now, a community better and safer than the Fuller’s villa. Silco rented her this place, along with the guards. When she arrives, Silco is not yet home.Scar throws herself into the sofa, frustrated about Johnny Vanderbilt, and herself. Not only did she have to take all the garbage about him from Jack Fuller, but she also had to see with her own eyes that the man was not interested in making up with her. Not that she cares, but still, it doesn’t feel good.She is getting mixed information about that man.In Damian’s eyes he was a loving husband, a strict father who spoils his own daughter. But Emma left him for cheating, Anna was convinced that he was still into her, and from what
With Ava and Jack Fuller hovering at the front door, Scar doesn’t even step out of the elevator, but just remains inside for the underground parking lot. She is so drowned in Damian’s words that she barely makes it out before the door closes on her—“You are a lot like Mom,”That’s what he said. Even now Scar’s heart is pumping fast at that. Is she? She doesn’t even remember being held in that woman’s arms. She doesn’t remember the home she briefly stayed in. She doesn’t even remember the car accident which should have left some impression even in her childish mind.But she grew up into a woman a lot like her angel-like mother?What did she blurt? She was so daunted in the face that she murmured: “I have always imagined her to be like one of those…”Elegant ladies. Those who would sit in a café at 3pm, watching out the window with 20-dollar-coffee in hand.“Like a lady, huh?” Damian grins, seeing through her easily, “Nahhhh. Far from it. Mom is cool, almost hippy like. She would drive
I got Mom’s necklace. Even when completing the process in the office after the auction, it still feels surreal. Anna Fuller’s appearance was unexpected, but what was the real surprise was how easily Johhny Vanderbilt gave up on the necklace in the end when I called my price.I can’t take the necklace away, not till the bank processes the deal. But I got all the papers the Fuller’s provided for its authenticity. Finally, the first step of my revenge, is grasped in my palm. The plan is to get the papers and send them to prison –Silco would freeze the card after I win the necklace, giving me exactly three days to prove the Fuller’s guilty on faking the files. I want Mom’s necklace, but I don’t plan on making that bloodsucking family billionaires by buying something originally mine from them.It’s them who have to pay.“So…” I turn to Damian, feeling a bit awkward. I have been really mean to him ever since I met him, and yet he came to my help today without hesitation. I’d be lying if I
The love-and-hatred show is still on as Scar and Damian quarrel. Johnny Vanderbilt would raise his plate instantly after the host announces Anna’s call or even faster, and Anna would pout, bite her lips, and glare over before she raises again. Her face is like a painting plate, changing color in seconds as if every one of his calls is like a bomb blowing up on her face.The phone call comes in at that moment--Anna’s phone rings, breaking the silence in the room, loud and clear. She glances at it with an indifferent face, not picking it up. But her hand hesitates to raise her plate again.“Who could be calling her?” Scar murmurs to Damian. All of Anna’s family is down there by her side. Her parents died years ago. So who could be so important to her that a phone call from him could hesitate her decision?Seeing all these, Johnny Vanderbilt suddenly raises his plate again, this time announcing himself: “Two billion.”Anna’s tears break out as her hand drapes powerlessly -- it’s not the
Tears flow down Anna Fuller’s cheeks, the plate raised halfway in her hand is shaking hard because she was not expecting Johnny Vanderbilt to be so cruel to her—He knew she was going for the necklace, and he did not only bid for it, but actually gave her a price that told her to keep away from it.One billion. What a cold number.Jack Fuller didn’t want her to come. In fact, Jack Fuller didn’t tell her about the auction of the necklace. But she knew. She knows everything about Johnny Vanderbilt, the man who was supposed to be on the sacred altar with her. How could Jack Fuller expect her to not come?Ava is beyond excitement at Johnny Vanderbilt’s bid – to Ava, it’s just a number unnecessarily high for an item they stole with a reserve price low as 30 million. But whatever. Maybe the riches just like to brag about how much money they have. The more the better – for her.The item is listed under her name, and she takes the bigger part of the final price.Scar raises her plate in a has
Scar didn’t think it would go this smoothly.She prepared several other reasons and actually rehersed in her head on her speech to persuade Damian, who known to be an ironwrist in the courtroom, shouldn’t be persuaded easily. But maybe just eager to maintain the peace with his long lost sister, Damian jumped on board without so much as a nudge.All parties are set, and now between Scar and the necklace, remains only “the last minute”.Everyone knows “once, twice, sold,” but few know that after the host announces the upset price, bidders have 60 seconds before the item is announced unsold. This time is called “the last minute” because it’s the most crucial battle between bidders—to decide, fake, trick, or hide their strategies over an item.You don’t want to show your cards too early too clearly. Some would wait for the last few seconds to call, and others use this time to feel out the bottom price from other bidders. Once the first call is announced, it’s a bloody war.Ava wants an un