“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
209 Sebastian’s POV “Sebastian!” Ava stomps her feet when I carry Scar off the wagon, “How could you…?!” “He was like this when he married me, too,” Scar smiles sweetly at Ava like the sweet sister we used to want her to be, “Don’t worry. What you feel right now? It’s how it supposed to feel like, being his wife.” Scar’s words are like knives, piercing through Ava before they land on my heart. I know Scar is using me, and I don’t mind. But when I feel her body stiff because of the physical contact with me, it still stings badly. I wouldn’t want to force her with a hug, but I’m not going to say no when she offers. “You are my sister!” Ava looks around, gathering people’s attention to play her angelic sister’s role, “I thought prison would change you into a better person, but I guess I was wrong…” Her sorrowful tone is so genuine that anger soon crawls onto the people’s faces around us. “No pictures!” I raise my hand at the guy who points his phone almost onto Scar’s face. But
Scar’s POV I’m meeting my Alice today! That’s the only good thing happening in this hellish city. Alice is Lilith’s daughter, also the little sun that shone the brightest light into the past five dark years. I spent barely a month in jail before I was transferred, mainly because my body was failing. It was a dark time for me. Postpartum depression. I couldn’t eat, and even if I did, my body wouldn’t take it. All I could remember from that black month was puke, dizzy, and blackouts. I heard that prison could be a dark place, but I didn’t even get to experience that part— Everyone avoided me because I looked like I would die on them if they even just laid one finger on me. After that I spent nine months in the hospital, and after that an asylum. Well, they decorated that as a “mental and physical reconstruction facility”, when I knew it was just another name for asylum. I know because I lost it, for a long while. For two years I couldn’t talk. I didn’t lose my voice, I know. Bu
“Please, can you come over?” It’s Ava again. Sebastian listens to her sobbing calmly, his face so cold that his new secretary subconsciously holds her breath as she pauses her morning brief for the call from who she was told to be the boss’s wife. Didn’t he give his wife a million-dollar wedding? As a gossip, Emma is sure that she saw the wedding of her new boss on the front page somewhere. Even after years, she still remembers the bright smile of the bride in the newspaper. That’s why she was so excited when she got the offer— A genuine billionaire who spoils his wife to such? He must be a gentleman in person. He is. He is professional in work, but also kind to the staff. He is the definition of a gentleman… Except to his wife. Emma glances at Sebastian again, her heart bumping fast both for excitement AND nervousness. Sure, she has a crush on him. But who doesn’t? Money. Look. HOT body. He has got it all. But when he talks to his wife, he has this dark aura around him as if h
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
“What are you doing here?!”An angry shout bursts out when Scar is just finishing putting her signature down on the contract.Ava barges into the office.Sebastian wasted no time to fulfill his promise as if worried that she would back out of the deal she brought to him. Worried about Ava? Even after all the shitty things Ava pulled, he still takes care of her. Protecting Ava is a habit carved deep into his bones.His secretary drafted the movie contract with shocking speed. Scar would have had her lawyer go through it, but she didn’t. Even if there were loopholes in the contract, she wouldn’t care.Her target was never the profit. It was Ava.Watching Ava storming in, Scar just sits there with a taunting smile. This is such a familiar scene that Scar almost can’t stop herself from laughing -- there was a time when she was the angry wife storming into his office when he was spending time with Ava.“Fancy seeing you here, Mrs. Knight,” Scar taunts with her head tilted. Ava pauses a sec
“How long have you been standing there?!”Sebastian didn’t realize he had been standing there staring until Scar suddenly looked up only to gasp startled.“Sorry! I knocked but you didn’t hear me,” Sebastian blurt, raising both his hands, “I didn’t want to disturb.”His polite and gentle tone raises guilt in Scar. She was the one who came unannounced, and still he agreed to talk. She is in HIS meeting room and she just shouted at him when she was the one being rude.“Sorry…” She mumbles, frowning at herself. She just realized that she still owe the man a “thank you”, and instead of that, she seemed to have bullied him again. She spent her whole teenage years trying to get his attention and she failed, but now when she wants to cut him out of her life, it only seems to tangle their lives even closer.“You wanted to see me?” The man smiles at her, pulling out the chair at the end of the long table, next to her but not too close as the one beside her would be.Scar likes the distance. He
Sebastian never got that phone call.Mainly because Scar didn’t go through it. Call it cold feet, but she wasn’t even sure how to talk to him about it -- about her revenge plan.Never before had she felt so lonely, not even in those five years.In those five years, she knew she was shutting herself down. She couldn’t let herself crawl out of the grief of her baby, but she knew she had friends, and maybe families if she wanted.Not like now.She was so determined to die with Ava. To ruin her life like how Ava ruined hers, before ending it with their death. That was so simple and efficient a plan, and she was okay with that.But she can’t find the courage to embrace death in her anymore, not after the incident with Sebastian.She didn’t know if he saved her out of love or guilt, but he did save her. She had a glimpse of death, and he sheltered that dark shadow with his own body, and that shone a new light on her life. She is still living in the big house Silco got her, having all the fa
“Why is Scar mama starting at the sky all the time?”Alice’s voice pulls back Scar’s wondering mind. She blinks, only to realize that she has again lost her train of thought sitting on the bay window in her bedroom. She has been like this for a week after the incident with Sebastian.She feels like a part of her is left behind at the dim abandoned factory, but she can’t pin down what.From the corner of her eye, she spots Alice sticking her head into her bedroom but only barely as if trying to hide, but her chubby hands grabbing the frame of the door already exposed her long before.How cute. Scar thinks.Pretending that she didn’t spot Alice, Scar sighs, drawling her tone as if talking to herself: “What a dull view. If only my cute little Alice is right here right now...”“But I am!” Alice couldn’t wait but jumped out from where she was hiding, raising her arms high up with a smile brighter than the sun, “Scar mama, I’m here to visit you!”Scar bursts into laughter as she picks Alice
That’s the only plausible option.He has no idea who Silco is, and he takes this blind shot only because: he doesn't feel any hostility from Silco against Scar. Silco IS pulling off some dirty shit, but it wasn’t to hurt HER. He was the only target in this show.Silco sent the men to abduct her, but the crash managed to hit the front left corner of Scar’s car when she was in the right back seat, where she would take the least damage. They imprisoned her but didn’t even pull a knife on her, not until he barged in. They chased after them with bats and others, but Scar came out with not even a scratch.They could have easily cracked his skull when he tried to guard the door with his own body.Even if it was all a show, it was carried out with great care. His motive is not hatred toward Jack Fuller, but care for Scar. After this long, the man has dodged only one of his questions: why he is helping Scar.Why indeed. There is no other possibility.To his surprise, Sebastian’s question makes
“And puts him away for two or three years with half of that time paid off with YOUR money?” Silco lets out a cold snort, “Did you get to where you are all by your grandma’s wealth and that empty head of yours?”Sebastian’s ears turn red.“The only reason I would not press charges is if they would provide information on Jack Fuller, and Jack Fuller knows that,” Silco explains impatiently as if facing a silly student, “even if they deny that, Fuller won’t believe it. He is that kind of man.”“You know him personally?!” Sebastian catches that quickly.Silco lets out a cold smirk, but this time with satisfaction in his eyes.“Jack Fuller has some links to the mafia,” Silco continues, ignoring Sebastian’s question, “and I want to dig up his roots this time. Get it, smart kid?”“I’ll play along if you let me in your treatment plan for Scar,” Sebastian negotiates.“Now you care about her? Did you care when you left her for that mistress of yours on her wedding day? Did you care when you enjo
Sebastian doesn’t want to.“I know about her episodes,” He pushes these words out of his clenched teeth. He got in touch with Scar’s medical team back when she was in the facility, but all he knew was, Scar couldn’t handle any strong emotion waves for now.“I know you do,” Silco laughs carelessly, “I was the one who told them to let you in. How else do you think you could get to MY people?”Sebastian frowns because he doesn’t want to look too surprised. The truth is, he IS surprised. He couldn’t get much more information no matter how much he offered, and before today, he thought the medical team was only being loyal to their vows of being doctors.Only now does he realize -- this man has been in control of everything. Reluctantly, Sebastian has to admit his defeat: “Please, tell me what she needs.”Silco lets out a cold snort, making it clear that he is not pleased: “You know what DPD is?”Sebastian nods. He has expected that to be her diagnosis, and he has been looking into it.“And
After Scar left the room, the two men stared at each other for a long time. In the end, Silco lets out a light laugh to break the silence.“You have got nerves, kid,” He pulls out a chair, leaning his cane onto the bed with the tip of his shining shoes holding it still.“You are not exactly intimidating,” Sebastian retorts.Silco laughs, but his eyes are cold as ice: “Because I didn’t let them beat you to death? I admit, that thought passed my mind. But, I guess old age does soft no matter how hard a soul.”This time even Sebastian cocks his eyebrows to surprise. Did this man just admit to his crime? Right here in the hospital ward?! To him, the victim?! He feels more challenged than angry. Does the man really think he is not able to get him? What gave him that confidence?Sebastian’s eyes land on the cane that’s almost pointing at him. Unless, that’s a gun.“Afraid not,” Silco has been observing Sebastian with great care and a shade of curiosity, “Did you really take me as someone wh
“Wait, Adrian!” Scar chases after Adrian, but Sebastian stops her.“It’s okay, he wouldn’t know,” Sebastian sits up, a hand pressing on his broken ribs to limit its movement, “Three of them is a start. I’m sure the police are working on it.”Scar stares at him with disbelief.“They almost killed us! They almost killed YOU! How could you be so calm about it? You heard Adrian. He said THE three guys, not just three guys. He was under the impression that there were only three of them! The other two got away and they would probably come back for us!”“Brilliant deduction,” The man teases her, adjusting his body into a more comfortable position on his own, slowly settling in, “And you deem them having only five people because...?”Scar is speechless. She can’t know. There would be a whole gang working for Jack Fuller. And the police’s attitude is actually clear: they are not super into it. They didn’t come to the rescue until way later than they were supposed to be, and now they let two pe