Scarlett’s POVI have never seen him sad like this. Before when I have a fight with him for Ava, he usually just snorts coldly, or brushes it off. Never did he care so much that his whole voice was spilling out pain.His pain stings me.“Yes, very!” I say in a vicious tone, glaring back at him, “I’m sorry if you said that in exchange for a dead marriage, but you shouldn’t have done it if you think it’s not worth it!”“I didn’t say that,” Sebastian sighs, his voice tired and low, “I know I need to keep a distance from her, I just didn’t want to do it in a cruel way...”“I told you I stayed for blood, and I told you I tore the divorce papers just to torture your precious,” I feel my blood boiling in a cold fire, “I don’t care if you stay her knight in shining armor, just don’t come and ask me to join you! If you are putting her above every and any of your things, that’s your choice!”Not mine, and certainly not my baby’s!For a moment I really thought I could trust him with our baby. I g
Damian’s POVThat’s my mom’s necklace.The one and only in the whole world.Mom died in a car crash twenty-some years ago, along with my baby sister. Or so they told us. But they never found my sister’s body. I mean, sure the car fell off a cliff and burned, and sure there might have been some wild animals. Even Mom’s body was not intact.But I never believed them. They all think I’m doing this because I blame myself. I do blame myself, and Mom’s death was on me. But that’s not the reason.A person doesn’t just disappear into thin air. Nor would a sapphire.And I’m looking at both of them right now, with my own eyes!“What are you doing?!” I grunt at Jack Fuller, only to realize it’s not my place to yell. Sure it’s his daughter -- well, adopted daughter -- but it doesn’t mean he has the right to do such a thing!“Who are you?” The old man frowns at me. Seriously, I barely meet people who doesn’t know their place in the world holding such wealth still. They usually perish fast.“Dad! T
Scarlett’s POVJack Fuller doesn’t like the mysterious man.Damian Vanderbilt. A name I have never heard of in my life. I mean, I know the name Vanderbilt. That family owns more wealth than a king, and they are low-key as they are rich. But this name has never had anything to do with the Fullers.I mean, why would they? The Fullers can barely make it to the top ten families in the city.But Jack Fuller, the man who sucks up to riches like Sebastian, doesn’t like Damian Vanderbilt. No, not dislike.Jack Fuller hates him, and... is a bit afraid of him. He looks at Damian Vanderbilt in the exact same way he used to look at me when I was little.It's a pure hatred for no good reason, and this hatred is deeply rooted in Jack Fuller.He called this man to his home, only to disrespect him to his face? And the oddest part is, Damian Vanderbilt doesn’t seem to be offended. A rare quality for people with his kind of social status.The tension between Jack Fuller and the mysterious stranger make
Scarlett’s POV“You are leaving?”I look away reluctantly from Jack Fuller’s closed door when Sebastian’s voice raises. I look over, only to see Lucas standing by near us. My little suitcase was beside him.I have been moving around so much recently, even since I found out about the baby that day. The only thing feeling homey is that suitcase.“No, I’m not,” I dodge Sebastian’s eyes.He would try to get me to move back with him if I answered yes. I don’t want to waste time on such a talk.I wanted to move out because I had got everything I wanted from Jack Fuller. But now with Mom’s stuff almost within my reach, I can’t help my mind turning fast about how to get it. I want Mom’s necklace. I hate the fact that it’s on Ava’s neck, especially when I know it would be harder to get it from Jack Fuller now.“You are not a good liar,” Sebastian sighs with a bitter smile, seeing through me, “I know better than to force you. I just...” He frowns, lowering his eyelashes to hide the pain in his
Scarlett’s POVDamian Vanderbilt cocks an eyebrow in obvious despise, nodding at me flirtatiously: “I admired your little speech, but you letting him put his hand on you so easily says more than your words.”What a jerk! What’s his problem?!!!I wanted to push Sebastian away, but I couldn’t quite pin down who I hated more at this moment: an arrogant tricked pitiful prey of Ava’s who just fell into her trap, or an arrogant tricked pitiful prey who claims to be out of Ava’s trap.“It’s none of your business!” I frown at Damian Vanderbilt as I throw away Sebastian’s hand. It’s not wise to piss off two bigshots at the same time, but since I’m already the enemy of the world, it doesn’t really make that much of a difference, “If one day you find yourself in a trap of a slut, it’s because you are a womanizer first!”Damian Vanderbilt’s look turns cold visibly, his tone dangerous: “Who are you calling a slut?”“Whoever turns out to be!” I snap at him.“Little girl--” Damian Vanderbilt narrows
Scarlett’s POVDamian Vanderbilt left with Oliver Scott. All I know is the name Grey, not even their car plates. So if I want to do anything, following them is my only chance.“Change of plan!” I drag Lucas out of there, “How’s your driving skill comparing to Adrian's?”“Basically the same,” Lucas frowns in confusion, “Enough to meet your needs. I know about your car sick situation--”“Can you do a car chase?” I cut him off, pointing at the car leaving the Fuller’s gate, “Follow that car!”We almost lost them in the middle. Well, actually we did. I don’t know who was driving in that car, but their driving style changed midway as they apparently noticed us following, and we lost them after they entered a tunnel. I don’t know where they came from, and I don’t know where they are going. I don’t even know whether it’s really my Lilith. But he is a lawyer and Lilith just got into a law firm. I can’t help but make that connection.“That’s not the same as Adrian at all!” I complain when thei
Scarlett’s POVWhat does this question tell at all?“Well, yeah. She is a party girl,” I shrug, hesitating because I don’t see this answer helping, “Damon knows about that. She doesn’t need to hide from him if she is just--”There are several bars on this street AND in the nearby streets. It’s not helping us narrow down the range.“Yep, that makes sense,” Lucas nods, stopping the car when we are still far from the library, “The bars would be my bet if we didn’t follow our new friends here. BUT, Damian Vanderbilt sees her as his pet, meaning they are close, so he wouldn’t be finding it an interesting place for her to be if she’s in any of them. Luckily, you are here with me instead of Adrian--”He gets out of the car and I hurriedly follow him. No one is allowed to stop in the middle of a story and just up and leave! This is definitely his revenge on my complaints about his driving skills...He locks the car with the key as he walks up to a wooden door that looks so ordinary that I bare
Scarlett’s POVLilith needs money.She never shows that part of her life to us. She is the kind of person who would take a student loan and three part-time jobs and never mention it to us. But she paid up that loan already and she just got a decent job. What could make her come for money like this?“What’s the plan?” Lucas asks, his eyes on the fight, “I understand your worry, but your friend has the upper hand.”“She just took a punch!” I hiss at him.“Well, it’s still a fight,” Lucas rolls his eyes, his tone admiring: “She’s tough though. She would rather take a harder blow with her body rather than one on her face. To hide her secret, I assume?”I lower my eyes, can’t look at the fight anymore.I don’t know what to do. I have always respected her decision on this matter, but if she is taking such a risk for money, is it still okay to not intervene? But even if I wanted to help, I don’t know if I could, or if she would even take it. Telling her that I know about this might end up on
“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
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