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
Scarlett’s POVMy periods were never accurate, but still, I should have known.Nausea, tiredness, change of taste...You’d think it would be obvious, but you never know until afterward how many signs you missed.Just like how I have been missing the signs shouting at me that the man I was married to would never love me back no matter how hard I try.I came to the health screening thinking, what’s the worst that could happen? If it were cancer, I could handle it. But this I couldn’t handle.A baby.The best thing coming at the worst time.I don’t know when I’ll feel that powerful motherly love that I’ve heard about, but I’m sure of HIS reaction. He will hate the baby.It might as well just turn out to be cancer. At least that would make one of us happy.Sitting in the busy lobby of the maternity floor alone, I try to absorb the news. My efforts are in vain. My eyes suddenly water with envy of the happy, loving couples sitting around me. I have a luxury house to live in, a billionaire to
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
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
“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
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
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
"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
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
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
Sebastian’s POVI had a million things to do, but I couldn’t leave the courthouse. Not when Scar was on trial.I thought it would take an eternity, but it ended before I realized it.And it didn’t end well.It felt like I barely settled down on the bench outside the court before Damian came out. Almost as if he forgot something and he just came out for a quick grab. Before I could even ask, he shook his head.How could he lose? He said he was confident! Even just going in there to wave a surrender would have taken longer!“What happened?!”“She...” Choakingly, Damian tried to squeeze some words out, “She pled guilty...”“Then what was the point of you being there?! We need to make an appeal--”“We can’t. It’s going to be a criminal charge, and there is little room to turn this around...” Damian stops talking, looking at a man striding toward us, and his look changes from surprise to fear, “Dad...”Johnny Vanderbilt. King of the Vanderbilt Empire, which he built with Scar’s mom. It’s a