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
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
“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
“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
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
What?!All happened too fast and Scar is not even coming around. Her body is moving before her mind catches up. Her legs could barely keep up with his pace. All she knows is, that Sebastian is holding her hands tight in his palm, his palm warm and firm.“Careful!” Sebastian kicks open the back door of the warehouse, blocking the rebound of the door as he shouts at Scar, “This way!”They turn left right after they dash out of the door even though the door is open to a huge yard.Why? They might have guns? Scar finds it funny that her brain is full of a bunch of useless nonsense, but it can’t process what’s going on or what to do next when she tries.“Do you think you can climb over the wall if I get you on my shoulder? Scar?!”It’s only when Sebastian’s shout pulls her flowing mind back that she realizes he already led her down to the wall of the yard. She can’t. The wall is over four meters. Even a ninja couldn’t climb over a smooth concete wall like this.“I can’t! I’m sorry!” Scar b
“What are you doing here?!” Scar blurts.She was expecting Silco to come to save her. Maybe even Damian. They are the only two who know her whereabouts. Never did she expect her cold Ex who had all his heart on Ava would come to her rescue when she literally just slapped him and announced her death sentence on that girl he cared about enough to challenge the law.Maybe he was telling the truth?“Who the fuck are you?!” The driver demands at Sebastian, visibly more panicking than before.Looks like he is new to this business.“Hey, calm down,” Scar has to remind him when his hand is shaking, “You don’t want to carry a life on your head, do you?”“Ohh, sorry!” The driver blurts.Scar: “...”Is he really an outlaw Jack Fuller hired to rob her?! Did he just apologize to her for putting a knife on her neck?The driver doesn’t answer. Scar turns to his side slightly, just enough to glance at the earbuds he is wearing. He is getting orders from his boss!“Don’t move!” The driver snaps at Sca
It’s the car that followed Scar out of the auction house.She should have known. But too distracted, she didn’t notice that they tailed us earlier. It wasn’t a misunderstanding. They WERE following her and they ARE after something.The files!“Off, the car!” The driver came off our side and is now outside Scar’s door. His barrel pointed right at her head.“Author? Author, are you okay?” Scar opens her door slowly, taking the chance to ask for her loyal driver.Authur blacked out on his seat.“Off, now!” The guy demands again, knocking on her window in haste.“Jack Fuller sent you, didn’t he?” Scar comes out of the car, putting on a calm mask, “However much he is giving you, I can double the price.”“I don’t know what you are talking about,” The guy replies impatiently, “All I know is, you have to come with me.”“I--” Scar wants to give it another shot, and the gun almost sticks into her mouth. She purses her lips, and the guy indicates a direction with his gun, pushing her forward.An
Long after Scar stormed out of Sebastian’s company, her hands are still shaking. It takes three of Authur for her to snap out of it to hear his question.“Where are we heading now, Miss?” Authur is patient just as the first time he asked her.“Sorry!” Scar takes a deep breath, combing her hair with her fingers to calm herself, “Let me…give me a minute.”She’s two hours early for her dinner plan with Damian. Either going back to Silco, or sitting by herself for another two hours. But Scar wants to do neither.She can’t help letting Sebastian’s words get to her.If it was before, she would never doubt his word even when he treated her as his enemy. That man doesn’t lie. But now? She’s not sure. He let Ava get to her not once, but twice. Honesty is not the only thing that matters in this game.She’s not even sure if his feelings have changed about lying. After all, it was Ava. Scar won’t be surprised no matter what that man does for her.Could it be true though?She didn’t see that woman
The fateful night five years ago, Sebastian almost lost the two people he cared about the most. His wife, and his unborn baby that he didn’t even know existed. He spent all the time he could spare after taking care of the baby and Scar on tracking the person who broke in, and he knew as much as the police if not more. That’s why the policeman didn’t arrest Ava --It wasn’t her.Ava didn’t cut her wrist when she was taken to the hospital. She did sneak out of her room and back in through her window. All of that was true. Scar accused Ava of being in the house, and provided detailed evidence about when she heard noises in the house and what happened after that, and the police did look in that direction. It was actually easy to find out how that person broke into the house without triggering the security system--Ava’s fingerprint was used as the last guest, exactly at the time when the break-in happened.But it was exactly Scar’s testimony that proved Ava’s innocence--Ava was captured
“I told you, I’m not after your money nor your company,” Scar says calmly, dropping the card on the table.“Then what are you after? Why are you here with a card to help me from going bankrupt?” Letting the card bouncing off the table, Sebastian grabs her wrist instead before she could pull back. He leans in so close that she could smell his cologne, his head bent lower to nail her eyes as his whisper stiffens her body: “...why do you care at all…Mrs…Knight?”“I’m not--!” Scar tries to swing his hand off, only to stop in the middle of her outburst, glaring at him like a puffed balloonfish.Sebastian curves his lips.“You are not Mrs. Knight? I know.”Scar won’t answer.“You hate me, don’t you?” Sebastian announces. The pain in his voice hidden well. “You hate me so much that you don’t want anything to do with me, even if I’m handing you my everything. Why won’t you say it out loud?”Scar lowers her eyelids to prevent the man from seeing through her, but he continues--“The Scar I knew
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