Sebastian’s POVThe shock in her eyes only tells me how much I have been ignoring her, how much I have taken her for granted, and how much she has been suffering for so long, that such a simple idea is surprising to her.She glares at me, but her foggy eyes make her glare less fierce, more pitiful like a wronged kitten. Her fragile look tickles me, along with her steaming red cheeks.I don’t want to see pain in her eyes, never again. I just want to wipe them off her eyes, in any way I can.I tilt my head, reaching for a kiss.“If you dare--” Scar hisses at me angrily, her claw reaching for my face. I catch her tender wrist easily, whispering in her ear: “She’s watching, no?”Scar hesitates, her watery deer eyes dart to the door, and I take my chance and land my lips gently on her swan neck, finally.A stolen kiss, yet the sweetest ever.I linger on her taste like a butterfly grabs on a flower. It’s stealing from the flower, but it is what the butterfly depends its life on.“Enough is
Scarlett’s POVIf it were anyone else I would have given them a cold snort. But as much as I have been hurt by this man, I can’t deny that he was as honest as it comes. If he says he wants another chance, then he means it.It’s the motive behind it that I doubt.I once held marriage sacred, but now I know. It doesn’t matter if he is doing this for Granny’s sake, for the company’s image, for the guilt of exploiting me, or for any other possible reasons -- if it’s for ANYTHING but love, it would be a disaster.“I don’t give out second chances,” I push him away calmly, and before he continue to plea I add, “and I had been handing those out to you so much like meals of the day.”He opened his mouth only to close it. Staring at me with deep blue in his eyes, he stands there with his throat rolling slightly. But he is not saying anything.What’s there to say? I have said and done everything I could and more, and they never mattered. And now only after they pushed me beyond what I could take
Scarlett’s POVThis is a trap! A pure trap is what this is!!!“What do you know about it?” I pretend to still have things in my control, deciding to trick my way through it.Sebastian curves his lips as if he sees through me, but he says calmly: “I know that Jack Fuller took something from your mom that day he brought you back. Does this worth mean anything to you?”What?! My jaw drops to the ground, and he smirks, knowing he has won the negotiation.It does mean something to me. It means the world to me! I thought I lost her years ago, and he is only telling me now that Jack the devil Fuller has something of hers in his possession?!“What is it and where is it?!” I demand. Sebastian grins and my heart drops--“A kiss, for this piece. Do we have a deal?”Ahhhhh!He did not care about that fucking mirror! He could buy Ava a million of them, easy! He knew I would try to trick him and he lured me to name that damn kiss too easily! Jerk! Jerk!!!I grab the thing closest to my hand and thr
Scarlett’s POVI have never felt so bad in my life.To my “family”, I have always bullied Ava. I broke her stuff, and I said mean things to her. I did. I have broken her stuff before, but mostly replaceable stuff like the pile of shit I threw out of the window today. And mostly because she broke my things first, or that she broke them herself and blamed me.I have never broken something this meaningful for anyone, especially Ava. Maybe it just doesn’t happen often enough so that I’m feeling like sitting on a thousand needles?Ava has been crying -- fake crying -- in front of her room while Alfred cleans it for a while now. I have been sitting on the empty dinner table and waiting for her cry to turn into a real one, for a while.I got really good at telling apart her real and fake cries -- her nose gets stuffed when it’s real. That means she hasn’t realized the apple of her eye is several pieces of an apple now.I feel like I’m sitting on fire.I kept telling myself that it would be o
Scarlett’s POV“Did you know that--”“Sebastian! Sorry about the farce...” Ava’s pitiful yet bright voice cut off my pronunciation class. I pull my wrist hard and of course this time he lets me go.“Scarlett,” Ava calls after me and I almost tremble at her voice. I take a deep breath and turn to look at her. She glances at Sebastian timidly before she hooks her fingers: “I’m sorry I made a fuss about it. I shouldn’t have told you about your mom, and I hurt you. I deserve losing my room if that could make up for anything...anyways, what I’m trying to say is, welcome home.”“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I mumble as I go and sit at the furthest seat.Ava stares at me, a bit surprised. I’m not arguing with her nor trying to expose her lie out of guilt, yes. But I wouldn’t have anyways even if I didn’t break that doll. Like I told her in the hospital, the Fullers are HER family, and the Romeo over there is HER prince charming. I know better now than to demand “fair” from her army.Ava lets out a
Scarlett’s POVHe NEVER sits with me. He is always by Ava’s side at the Fullers, and he is always across the table at our house.“Sebastian...” Ava mumbles, suddenly dropping her face when she was grinning so widely a second ago when Jack Fuller promised to pay for all the stuff I threw, “I, I want to--” She stands up, her plate in her hands.She wants to move over.“Where else should I sit?” Sebastian sits straight with an arm on the back of my chair. He looks at me and not Ava when he points at the empty chair on his other side: “You know who this chair is for?”Ava freezes where she is, staring at Sebastian so nervously in anticipation, her fingers on the edge of the plate are turning white.I roll my eyes. Yeah. Sure. Your princess. The apple of your eye. Like I care for sitting beside you.I grab my plate to move, but he grabs my wrist first: “That’s Anna’s seat and you know why?”Both me and Ava are shocked frozen.“Because a husband should sit by his wife,” He gives me a harmle
Scarlett’s POVI ignore the ice coke.As if I would reach out for it and give Ava a good laugh!I got myself some mashed potatoes and some salad, but nothing on the table lures me like the hot, steamy bowl right in front of me. No one is even touching it, and I can’t, not with something cold to go with. I guess I can settle for a cup of ice water...I glare at the plain, boring water. I don’t want it.My eyes dart to the kitchen. Maybe there is more coke in there? The Fullers don’t drink sodas. Having a daughter fighting death every day does that -- they eat and do everything to the extremely healthy. But maybe--“The coke came with the order,” Sebastian suddenly says, with an innocent tone no less, as if he didn’t just see through my thoughts, “The restaurant? They surely know how to enjoy a good buffalo wing.”I do, too! I begin to regret pushing the coke away. Yes, the jerk got it, but the coke was innocent. I shouldn’t have lashed out on the poor drink.It’s all on him!I glare at
Scarlett's POV“No, thanks,” Noticing Ava’s stare I add, “I have to go and guard my plunder.”Jack Fuller left the table when Ava teared up at her prince gulping in sweat. Anna Fuller sat through the dinner with us, mostly out of manner before she left the moment she was allowed to.But not Ava. She stayed, and apparently, she had words for him, too.It’s been a long day, and I need to make sure I have a bed to sleep in for the night. I wouldn’t be too surprised if Ava bought Alfred to mess up the room instead of cleaning.“I’ll walk you to your room then,” He offers jokefully, adding before I could say no, “Or you’d rather talk about our deal here?”“Seb...” Ava murmurs timidly as she approaches.I swing off his hand, looking at him coldly to wait for his decision. I know what his decision would be. Ava knows too. The only one who doesn’t seem to know is him.Ava nails her eyes on Sebastian, and he nails his on me. I leave. Love is a game big enough for only two, and I no longer want