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
Damian’s POVI try to keep the search for my sister a secret.Vanderbilt’s name attracts too many impostors as it is. Just because of the news about how they found my mom’s car under a cliff but without a trace of the baby, we have been dealing with all sorts of people coming to us over the years, claiming that they raised my sister who they found near the crash site. Some of them even came for the reward with a dead baby’s picture. Basically, they were selling their kids, dead ones, too.It’s fair to say that I have seen the darkest part of humanity.Most of them are easy to spot though -- we have never revealed the fact that Mom’s blood type is RH-, as well as the baby. Even unable to make a DNA test, a simple medical examination report from any period of their life could pick out most of the fake ones.But they still do damage--Every time such a claim reaches Dad, it takes his heart for a rollercoaster ride with an almost definite disappointing end.Dad loves Mom too much to even
Scarlett’s POVIn the end, I didn’t talk to Lilith that night.She doesn’t want us to know. It might hurt her pride more than helping her with her financial problem. I need to talk to Aurora first about it. Besides, Lilith never mentioned Damian Vanderbilt to us, so I’m not sure how to talk to her about that either. I don’t think Lilith would be with him if she knew he had other women, but I don’t have evidence either.But all these are just excuses.I fled the scene because I might be a Vanderbilt, an unwanted one no less.Lucas got a hotel for us, and I hid in my room for three days straight. My activities mainly involve searching about the Vanderbilts online and hiding under the cover every five minutes.I believe the cover has the power to block off all ghosts, so it should be able to protect me from other horrible things, too.There isn’t much about them online.Or, the ton of information about them online says little that I need. They appear on the news for museums under their n