Sebastian’s POVI didn’t think Scar would agree to see me.She shut down herself ever since the trial, wouldn’t talk to anyone. Johnny Vanderbilt, Damian…even Lilith. Prison became her protecting shell and she is hiding from the world.But when I required to see her, she agreed to the visit.I pulled myself out of all the mess, showered for the day as if going on my pilgrimage. I had to submit everything on my before a tight security check. The emptiness inside the prison walls lowered the temperature 4 to 5 degrees than outside. So did the dead flat faces of the guards.I followed them going deeper and deeper into this hell, failing to imagine Scar’s feelings when she walked thought this knowing she wasn’t coming back out.A chill ran down my spine when that thoughts hit me.“20 minutes,” The guard warns coldly before she pulls open the heavy iron door. A loud beep bursts out as the red light on the top right corner of the door suddenly goes off at her movement.Scar is already sitt
Gossip is like flies in summer, they spread, but they die fast, too. The news about Scarlett going to prison died out faster than usual, and even the launching of her movie a year after stirred little fuss up. She was infamous for a while with all the talks about her miscarriage, about the attempt murder case, about her divorce with Sebastian Knight. But those stories soon touched the edge of myth such as how she already died in the prison, and died soon after that. People has short memories. They only remember what they see, and these days, it’s Ava Knight. Yes, the famous actress who won a bunch of awards, married her first love from childhood, the famous CEO of the Knight Empire, and became the hostess of Z-house. Officially listed no less. But those are not the reasons why people talk about her. People talk about her because she ran the Z-house into the ground, and her billionaire husband doesn’t seem to even care about that. How indulging, people say about him, to give your
"Let me in! How dare you stop me?!" Ava shouts again, presumably at his secretary. But Mateo wouldn't let her in, not after Sebastian almost fired him the last time he did that.The man finally moves. He stands up and goes for the door. A storm formed in his sullen eyes. The storm comes from the photo he was staring at, but the person in the photo is not here to take the heat."Who was shouting?" Sebastian opens his door, asking in an almost gentle tone.That shuts up Ava quite effectively. She pouts, but she dares not to raise her voice agian. Mateo bows at Sebastian, and Ava takes her chance to sneak around Mateo to Sebastian.“Did you give my spot to her?!” Ava demands with tears in her eyes.“I gave what spot to who?” Sebastian frowns, his tone already impatient and it distinguishes Ava’s tiny flare of anger.“I mean...I thought I was going to be the homecoming queen...” Ava’s demand becomes murmur, “Adrian even agreed to rerelease the movie on that day, for me...”Sebastian tilts
Homecoming day.It has been only three days since Sebastian saw Scarlett on the news. In the arms of another man, Sebastian would add. And that makes the past three days like three years to him.Not to Ava though.She has found the passion for shopping and decorating herself with endless dresses and jewelry too heavy for her fragile neck. She hasn’t felt like this for years.The wedding ring on her finger has been more like a shackle, rather than a blessing. She can’t flirt with her collection of men anymore, and it would have been fine if she really felt like the crown of being the queen of the city really belonged to her.How could she when she could barely see her husband?She expected Sebastian to be mad for a while, but it stretched into this grudge between them that he never seemed to have gotten over. Ava cried the first time she had to find out that her husband had some other woman in his arms on the news. She cried the second time, too. And the third, the fourth…In the end s
She doesn’t have to wait for him. Or. She didn’t get to wait for him. Sebastian beat her to it.No one approached Ava when she got out of the car, not even Olivia Keen. When your title depends on a husband who shows how little he cares about you, you get little respect accordingly.That’s how the circle is.Ava was hoping that she could turn that around today.“Olivia!” Ava quickly spots her long-time friend. After Sebastian made it clear that she was no longer under his wing, most “friends” in Ava’s circle left her.Don’t get it wrong. Olivia was one of the first to abandon the ship. But that’s how Ava knew Olivia would be one of the first to turn with the wind if she could turn Sebastian around. And that’s happening tonight.“Who is this?” The guy standing by Olivia’s side asks tauntingly, apparently knowing Ava’s face.“And who are you, if I may ask?” Ava tries to restrain the vile in her voice.“This is my husband. He is a director, working for the Nest.” Olivia shrugs with a wave
“I’m Sebastian Knight,” Sebastian lands a hand on the arm of the seat, showing no intention of a handshake, “And you are?”“No need to know,” Answers the man in the mask, seemingly with a light laugh.The laughing tone puts a frown on Sebastian’s face.“Well, you are in my seat, so…” Sebastian tilts his head with a cold look, “Either you get out of it, or we find out whether you have what it takes to keep it.”The masked man curves his lips: “We both know that I do, no? So how about we let the lady decide who she wants to be her king?”Sebastian does not answer, but he can’t help darting his eyes at Scarlett, who he hasn’t dared to look.Whoever this man is, he is definitely influential enough to swing the school’s decision. That he does know. He just wanted to know who his enemy was, but the masked man seemed determined to keep his identity a secret.Scar came back with him. She had his hand around her waist when they made their debut in the city, and now…Scar tilts her head lazily
Sebastian’s POVScarlett – or, okay, – Scar, is like no homecoming queen before.She couldn’t make the notion of she doesn’t give a shit clearer. She is not up and waving, or sending kisses, or smiling at the crowd crazy for her, she just lies on her throne, leaning lazily on the wagon like a sleepy cat, curls her fingers cutely when she feels like it, with her lips carelessly curved. And when that lights up the crowd, she just lets out a cute laugh, landing her chin on her elbow and sticking her tongue a little, making the people go off crazy.It makes me crazy for her more, too.“Why did you choose me?” Waving at the crowd, I ask as casually as I can.I try to play the king. Well, failing to.I feel like I don’t know her. Not anymore. I just don’t know if it was the past five years that changed her into this Harley Queen, or it was the accident five years ago alone.I feel like from the moment Scar gave Ava the empty smile saying her name was now only Scar, I fell into a dream. A ni
Sebastian’s POV“How have you been--” I start, only to stop when I hear how ridiculous my question is when she has been in prison, “I mean, I have been looking for you all this--”“Looking for me?” Scar laughs lightly, her icy purple eyes finally darting in my direction since I climbed up the wagon, “Why? I didn’t know revenge also has this kind of a charm.”You deserve any revenge you want. I’m just glad you are here.Scar wouldn’t accept my visit after our first and last conversation in prison. And then she was transferred away not a month into the state prison. Abnormally, even with Damian on our side, our motions of requiring her records or even her whereabouts were denied over and over again.I wanted to tell her about our baby, but I missed my chance.Scar missed five years with her, and that’s all my fault.“I tried to locate where they transferred you to, but they denied our motions…” I start, only to feel the sharp sarcasm behind her eyes, and my tongue adds in haste, “I real
“Alice?” Scar blinks, uncertain of her eyes, “Lilith, did you see Alice coming off? She was on the pony in the last turn…” Saying that, Scar is already running towards the spinning carousel, her breath held, and her eyes darting around frantically as panic grabs her. Alice is gone! She was so certain that Alice took the pink pony, which was now empty as it passed Scar innocently, as if Scar remembered it wrong. “Alice!” Scar shouts, turning around as her whole world spins. Did she just lose Alice? How?! Alice was just in front of her! She didn’t even take her eyes off! The fake wooden pony just goes behind the puller for a few seconds, and such a turn loses a whole person?! “Scar, breathe!” Lilith comes to Scar’s side, her voice stern and swift, “Do not move in case Alice comes back. I’ll find her! Scar!” Scar wants to cry. She wants to melt down and shout and burst out and blow up the whole entertainment park! But she can’t lose it, not right now. Lilith’s daughter is missing, an
“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