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
Sebastian’s POV“If you are asking for that jerk, don’t.” Scar says coldly, the sharp, dangerous light back in her eyes, “HE abandoned HER five years ago.”He did? “You…Lilith said so?” I blink in shock.That man has been a mess ever since his little pet left him. I couldn’t imagine him being the one initiating the break-up, but then again, I didn’t know what happened to Lilith back then. She just came to me one day, offering to help me hide Alice from Johnny Vanderbilt because she needed to disappear from Damian, and I took her offer.Doesn’t matter. Alice is all that matters.“I mean… Damian is in the city. If Lilith comes back with-with the kid, they are bound to meet…”Not just Damian. Scar and Alice. They are bound to meet. And when that happens, I’m bound to lose my angles. Both of them.I close my eyes.I knew this day would come the day I lost Scar. Willing or not, I stole Alice from her. I kept the baby she risked her life to have away from her for five, years. For whatever r
Prepared for this question, Scar answers unnecessarily fast: “I couldn’t risk anyone helping Ava to get MY Mom’s necklace. That’s why.”Her answer dims the pleasant light in Sebastian’s eyes.“I know…” Sebastian nods slowly, hiding the disappointment in his eyes, “But you didn’t have to come help because of that, did you?”Scar snorts coldly: “I’m doing this for Granny, not you.”“Granny kicked me out of the company for what happened five years ago,” Sebastian lets out a light laugh, “I’m pretty sure she would be the last one who would want you to help me right now.”Scar raises her eyebrows. She didn’t think Granny would be so cruel to Sebastian, but then again, there weren’t too many who could rip Sebastian’s title easily.“What did you tell her?” Scar frowns.Scar blamed Sebastian only because he trusted the wrong person. Legally, or any other aspect speaking, he wasn’t the killer five years ago. He just protected the killer was all. But Ava was never convicted, and Scar didn’t thi
“You want to meet early?” Scar glances at her phone to make sure the caller is indeed Damian, “Sure thing, but how early can dinner be?”She’s a bit surprised that Damian would move their dinner plan forward, but considering how he has been making effort to build a connection, she persuaded herself.“Authur, could you--?”“Yes, Miss Green,” Authur answers swiftly, “After you deliver the card, I will drive you right over.”Scar: “…”This time she’s really not trying to dodge that bullet! Didn’t he hear that it was Damian Vanderbilt who--… Whatever.Standing in front of Sebastian’s new building, Scar is still grumbling Silco’s name, along with his evil loyal driver, Author. Sebastian’s new building is not the same as before – the modern design of Z-house as its own symbol. This time it’s just a normal building, low-key to the extreme, considering its owner’s usual luxurious style.A sour wave washes Scar’s heart.Kind and gentle, Sebastian was never low-key. He was the shining prince of
“Why do I have to do it myself?!” Scar huffs, glaring at Silco.Sitting on the sofa casually with his legs crossed, Silco glances at Scar from above the papers he’s reading, amused. A moment ago the girl was crying in his arms, and now she’s like a kitten with her tail stomped on.“I can send Arthur over!” Scar pouts.“If you can command him,” Silco answers almost gently, but the laughter in his voice is not hidden at all.Scar rolls her eyes.“I’ll just--I--” Scar blurts, fidgeting around, “You already gave up on Sebastian’s company, so why are you making the one last step so hard for me?!”“Sorry, I didn’t think delivering a card to a fancy office building with a driver at your service all the time would be a horrifying chore,” Silco answers, still with that annoying smile.“You KNOW that’s not what I’m talking about!” Scar snaps angrily. If she had been grateful to this man with her full heart a moment ago, she is now annoyed 120%, “You can send anyone but me!”“I’m spending two bi
All the way home Scar feels like something stuffed in her chest. Over and over again she tells herself that she doesn’t care about Johnny Vanderbilt, but it doesn’t seem to work.A car seemed to have followed her for a while, but it was gone at the last turn.She lives in a house in the upper part of the town now, a community better and safer than the Fuller’s villa. Silco rented her this place, along with the guards. When she arrives, Silco is not yet home.Scar throws herself into the sofa, frustrated about Johnny Vanderbilt, and herself. Not only did she have to take all the garbage about him from Jack Fuller, but she also had to see with her own eyes that the man was not interested in making up with her. Not that she cares, but still, it doesn’t feel good.She is getting mixed information about that man.In Damian’s eyes he was a loving husband, a strict father who spoils his own daughter. But Emma left him for cheating, Anna was convinced that he was still into her, and from what
With Ava and Jack Fuller hovering at the front door, Scar doesn’t even step out of the elevator, but just remains inside for the underground parking lot. She is so drowned in Damian’s words that she barely makes it out before the door closes on her—“You are a lot like Mom,”That’s what he said. Even now Scar’s heart is pumping fast at that. Is she? She doesn’t even remember being held in that woman’s arms. She doesn’t remember the home she briefly stayed in. She doesn’t even remember the car accident which should have left some impression even in her childish mind.But she grew up into a woman a lot like her angel-like mother?What did she blurt? She was so daunted in the face that she murmured: “I have always imagined her to be like one of those…”Elegant ladies. Those who would sit in a café at 3pm, watching out the window with 20-dollar-coffee in hand.“Like a lady, huh?” Damian grins, seeing through her easily, “Nahhhh. Far from it. Mom is cool, almost hippy like. She would drive
I got Mom’s necklace. Even when completing the process in the office after the auction, it still feels surreal. Anna Fuller’s appearance was unexpected, but what was the real surprise was how easily Johhny Vanderbilt gave up on the necklace in the end when I called my price.I can’t take the necklace away, not till the bank processes the deal. But I got all the papers the Fuller’s provided for its authenticity. Finally, the first step of my revenge, is grasped in my palm. The plan is to get the papers and send them to prison –Silco would freeze the card after I win the necklace, giving me exactly three days to prove the Fuller’s guilty on faking the files. I want Mom’s necklace, but I don’t plan on making that bloodsucking family billionaires by buying something originally mine from them.It’s them who have to pay.“So…” I turn to Damian, feeling a bit awkward. I have been really mean to him ever since I met him, and yet he came to my help today without hesitation. I’d be lying if I
The love-and-hatred show is still on as Scar and Damian quarrel. Johnny Vanderbilt would raise his plate instantly after the host announces Anna’s call or even faster, and Anna would pout, bite her lips, and glare over before she raises again. Her face is like a painting plate, changing color in seconds as if every one of his calls is like a bomb blowing up on her face.The phone call comes in at that moment--Anna’s phone rings, breaking the silence in the room, loud and clear. She glances at it with an indifferent face, not picking it up. But her hand hesitates to raise her plate again.“Who could be calling her?” Scar murmurs to Damian. All of Anna’s family is down there by her side. Her parents died years ago. So who could be so important to her that a phone call from him could hesitate her decision?Seeing all these, Johnny Vanderbilt suddenly raises his plate again, this time announcing himself: “Two billion.”Anna’s tears break out as her hand drapes powerlessly -- it’s not the
Tears flow down Anna Fuller’s cheeks, the plate raised halfway in her hand is shaking hard because she was not expecting Johnny Vanderbilt to be so cruel to her—He knew she was going for the necklace, and he did not only bid for it, but actually gave her a price that told her to keep away from it.One billion. What a cold number.Jack Fuller didn’t want her to come. In fact, Jack Fuller didn’t tell her about the auction of the necklace. But she knew. She knows everything about Johnny Vanderbilt, the man who was supposed to be on the sacred altar with her. How could Jack Fuller expect her to not come?Ava is beyond excitement at Johnny Vanderbilt’s bid – to Ava, it’s just a number unnecessarily high for an item they stole with a reserve price low as 30 million. But whatever. Maybe the riches just like to brag about how much money they have. The more the better – for her.The item is listed under her name, and she takes the bigger part of the final price.Scar raises her plate in a has
Scar didn’t think it would go this smoothly.She prepared several other reasons and actually rehersed in her head on her speech to persuade Damian, who known to be an ironwrist in the courtroom, shouldn’t be persuaded easily. But maybe just eager to maintain the peace with his long lost sister, Damian jumped on board without so much as a nudge.All parties are set, and now between Scar and the necklace, remains only “the last minute”.Everyone knows “once, twice, sold,” but few know that after the host announces the upset price, bidders have 60 seconds before the item is announced unsold. This time is called “the last minute” because it’s the most crucial battle between bidders—to decide, fake, trick, or hide their strategies over an item.You don’t want to show your cards too early too clearly. Some would wait for the last few seconds to call, and others use this time to feel out the bottom price from other bidders. Once the first call is announced, it’s a bloody war.Ava wants an un