“The gentleman on the second floor”.Sebastian’s plate doesn’t even have a number, but just one letter – Z.It’s unlikely that he could see and spot Ava from that huge window on the second floor, but Ava feels like Sebastian glanced at her coldly when he raised his plate just now.Wronged tears fill Ava’s eyes.She should have been up there. She was supposed to be the queen of the Knights, and she got her title fair and square. But now that man put all his sweet words and promises behind his head, and looks at her with only coldness.[Sebastian, No.86 is me,] Ava types in her phone, but hesitates when her finger hovers over “send”.One word after another, Ava deletes the message, and sends [Sebastian, I’m at an auction today] instead.No reply.Holding the phone, Ava looks up at Sebastian. The man sits there with a straight face, his eye never even dart to the table where his phone blinks.Biting her lips, Ava holds her phone to her ear after dialing Sebastian's number. Anger rushing
Sebastian calls again.Scar doesn’t even raise her eyes in either direction of the two men calling the price up for that little ring. She leans right with her elbow on the arm of the chair like a lazy cat, her icy purple pupils indifferent, giving off a deadly queen aura. But few can see the slight curve of her lips—She knew Sebastian wanted the ring, badly.She came for her mom’s necklace, but at arriving she knew Sebastian would come – HIS ring is on the list.She knew of that ring for a while now. Well, she has known the existence of that ring for her whole life. Like any teenage girl, she wanted to know everything about her crush, and she found out about the ring when it was still a picture in his notebook. She knew he was designing a ring, she watched that ring come to life, kept by him in a velvet little box, and she knew who it was for—Ava Fuller.The ring was the cleanest corner of the heart of a boy with the first, pure, luring taste of love.Scar was always jealous of that
Sure there are much more expensive rings, but not this one.Sure, it’s the heart of the almighty Sebastian Knight, but he was only a teenager himself when he designed the ring. He had limited resources – well, limited as a Knight. Still. The designer is a family friend, and the stone, while rare, is only worth his pocket money at that time. The most valuable about the ring, is the emotion he stores in it.Scar is upset at Sebastian’s tactful strategy – to follow her price only with 10,000$ at a time, and then suddenly doubles it. Anyone, even Silco himself if he was here today, would hesitate at least for a second.Giving Sebastian a death stare, Scar doesn’t raise her plate. Fine! He wants his damn ring so much? He can have it! It’s not like she’s here for that stupid ring anyway.Sebastian is looking in her direction. Gloating? Scar is determined not to look over, but then he opens his mic and clears his throat as if he wants to talk. Uncontrollably, Scar looks over, only to see his
Sebastian calls again. Not utter anything like Scar, he just simply raises his plate every time Ava does.Up on the second floor, the man just raises his plate whenever the host calls out the new price, as if the plate is remote, and he is changing the channel just to kill time. Down there, Ava is squirming on her seat as if there are thorns coming out of the cushion. Every time Sebastian raises she would turn and look at him, huffing so hard that her chest is heaving like waves as if it’s visible for the man thirty feet away.It's not. Or, the man chooses not to see.Then Ava would dart her head between the host announcing the end of apparently her life and the man she loved with all her life, fighting for the plate with her father during the little pauses until she bites the bullet and raises again, only to turn more desperate when the man crashes her hope time after time.Watching the farce, Scar feels like Ava’s tears fuels on the darkness in her soul, and right now as it burns, f
“The first thing you need to learn, princess, is that you are always paying for what you buy, not what they are selling.” Silco holds out a hand, leading Scar to the chair in front of the window, sitting her down like the queen he wants her to be as he nods at the stage, “Is a stone embedded on a piece of metal worth 3 million?”Scar looks up at him, blinking in confusion: “...no?”Silco smiles, not denying nor approving: “To a family who struggles to stay above water, definitely not. They wouldn’t even blink before they choose the money over that little ring, but, for people with emotional attachment to the ring with money to spare, say...Ava Fuller?”“Then she’s paying for the ring from her love one, instead of a stone on a piece of metal,” Scar nods, understanding Silco’s logic as she follows his lead.Silco gives her an encouraging smile and a gentle pat on her head: “That’s my girl.”It’s really stupid, but his praise spreads a warm wave through her. It’s how she felt -- wanted t
She didn’t care to know because before she only wanted his money and power for revenge, and she thought he wanted the same: no strings attached, just a face in public to take the heat. But that’s not exactly what Silco has been cashing out in this deal. He arranges her life to the most comfortable and safe; he provides her with information she lacks; and he attends to her needs to the details.Like today. She wasn’t even exactly in need of help, but he appeared out of nowhere and lifted the chip she carried over her shoulder, teaching her to enjoy her revenge, and leading her forward.He is like a good friend. A mentor. A...father that she never had.“You will know, princess,” Silco stands up, sorting out his suit, “After the dust settles down if you still want to know, then you will.”Knowing he is just hiding his identity with the lousiest excuse, Scar doesn’t hate it even a little bit. He knows how to soothe her, soothe the beast born and chained in her chest during her dark years.
Scar was a bit surprised that that man came today. He ever bothered to come to the Fullers to claim the necklace when he could have gotten it back. He acted as if the headlines about Scar five years ago never even existed. So Scar wouldn’t expect him to protect the necklace even if he could.Maybe he wanted that necklace to fall into the pocket of Anna Fuller, through legal methods. Maybe that’s what this day is about -- him giving his mistress a luxuriously expensive gift.Scar couldn’t exclude that possibility.So what happens then?If Johnny Vanderbilt were to help the Fullers raise the price, Scar would be either paying a sky-high bill to the Fullers just to get what was hers in the first place, or watching Anna Fuller get both the necklace AND a huge allowance from her loyal lover.She wants neither!Now Scar understood Silco’s budget: two billion, exactly the liquidity Sebastian has. But Silco didn’t consider Johnny Vanderbilt!He has no grudge against the Vanderbilts. Sure, he
Scar will never forget the look on Sebastian’s face when she announced that number.He knows, everything.He knows that she figured out how much liquidity he has, he knows that it’s a trap targeting his everything, and he knows...that she chose to kill him in this way, when she uttered that number.There is a calmness of hit by a dead real desperation, with a hint of bitterness in his look.The whole room is in silence, but unlike the asleep silence before, a frantic whispering is spreading in the room, all eyes on Sebastian. Only now they realize the dragging on was barely even a game, for the powers over their head.Whatever Sebastian chooses to do, the residue won’t land on them. They might come for the items, but the show is much more valuable, even to their levels.What would he do? They want to know, and so does Scar.Would he give up his love? The most valuable memory of his whole teenage years? The purest feelings a boy held for a girl with no dirt from the later life? Or woul
Silco finally nods with a proud smile, seeing Scar had led her to where he was leading her to go: “I think that would raise our chances by a lot, princess.”Scar’s eyes beam, not at the coming win, but at the proud look from Silco.She doesn’t even realize it.Never in the first twenty years of life has she tasted what being proud of feels like, and that’s not because of a lack of trying. For a very long time, she believed so long as she worked hard, she would get the praise from Jack and Anna just like Ava. She never did.It feels amazing.While Scar is enjoying her newfound secret, forbidden satisfaction, Lilith is amazed at the closeness shared between Scar and Silco that her best friend doesn’t seem to even notice herself. Does Scar still remember that she doesn’t even know the identity of this man? Scar looks up at him like a little lamb at her shepherd.What’s with this sudden, almost-father-daughter vibe?!“So we just wait?” Scar asks Silco, “What if they don’t make a move?”“Y
“Silco!” Still in the euphoric state, Scar springs off the sofa, demanding the man like a little girl, “You knew him?! Elijah Green? Did you know what a weirdo he was?! Who tells people that they look like their dead friend on the first time they meet?! Why on earth did you make me go to that horrible party?! You owe me an explanation!”Silco lets out a smirk, “Dead...friend? Interesting...” He laughs at her pout, rubbing her hair as he leads her back to the sofa: “The party was horrible? Then why did I hear that the Fuller’s mother-daughter pair put on quite a show to entertain?”Well, it WAS quite enjoyable when they panicked as their lies spilled all over the floor before Scar picked it up for them.Scar sticks her tongue out.“Sure, she begged me for mercy,” Scar shrugs, throwing herself back into the sofa with a loud sigh, “but they only wanted to keep up their lies in front of the Green Lady. I have been calling her about our deal and she hasn’t picked up yet. Pretty sure I got
“I have heard a lot about you,” Elijah Green grins at Scar, giving a meaningful glance in the Green Lady’s direction.The Fullers are pasting around the Green Lady again, like two buzzing flies that would always come back. Looking over, Scar couldn’t help but let out a snort, “So have I.” She says with a cold voice, “Is that what this conversation is for?”If he is here to fight for Ava, too. Scar frowns. She swears to God! She would—“I think they are lying to mom,” Elijah Green answers tamely, as if he doesn’t even hear the sarcasm in Scar’s tone. In Scar’s surprised look, the man laughs like a marshmallow, with a childish, mischievous shade in there, “Anyone who looks so much alike my dear -- hmm -- friend, couldn’t be a bully.”Every time he says that, he adds a pause in there as if it originally wasn’t a “friend”, but something else there. Weird. Scar thinks.“...but I bet you are fierce, no? I bet you are kind to people, but take the stand if needed,” Elijah Green is still going
Sebastian is afraid.Never in his life has he been so. How could he not? He is in the face of his final judgement. He only got through the past five years lying to himself that Scar hated him because Alice died, when he managed to save Alice. That’s his one shred of hope. That some day, when he could tell Scar that, all will be forgiven and forgotten.But that’s precisely why he dared not touch it. Because deep down, he knows that the answer is likely to be no.He just doesn’t know how to survive that answer. If his actions would never get forgiveness from the one person he can’t live without. Then what?It takes him all his willpower to force his eyes up to meet Scar’s. His throat so dry that it starts hurting. He grips a fist, hides it in his pocket with his whole body stiff like a rock.There is storm in Scar’s eyes.There is anger, of course. Anger for all that has happened. Anger for all his stupid mistreatment and self-righteousness. Anger for all the hurt he used to meet her lo
In so many years to come, Sebastian would be grateful that Scar caved, again.He could see the struggle in her eyes, and the familiar fire that would have driven her to call off the deal. But for several long seconds, she doesn’t say anything.He takes that as an “in” and drags her away.He is not sure what he would have done if Scar chose Scott. It’s not like he could really keep her away from the lead of her mom’s case. He has investigated for so many years, just so he could give her what she wants when she wants it.Just not Scott.Or any other men.“I didn’t know you were interested in eye candy,” Sebastian squeezes Scar's hand punishingly when he notices that long after they arrived at the small table across the room from Scott, she is still gazing in that direction.Scar frowns at his sting. What’s his problem?? Ever since she enter Ava’s proud event, he has been a bother none stop. Just because he has got something that she’s interested, he thought he could walk over her??“I g
“Stop it! We weren’t talking about you!” Scar frowns, stepping up for Scott. She can’t have Scott being a target of Sebastian because of her.Scott might be next in line to inherit the Green empire, but he has never spent a day in his life fighting in the business world. How’s that fair?!Scott smirks at Sebastian from behind Scar.Sebastian is boiling. “Hiding behind a woman? Is that all you got?!”“Am I supposed to be ashamed? For hiding behind Scar?” Scott grins, not seeming to be offended at all as he drawls with that annoying smirk, “I don’t know. It sounds like you are upset that you don’t get to do the same.”Sebastian’s eyes are murderous now.Scar’s eyes open wide. She has never seen Sebastian like this. Losing his cool in front of anyone. Sarcasm and personal attack? Is this man really the white knight who always dominates in any room?He looks like an ordinary, jealous husband.The thing is, he is no longer her husband to have the right to be jealous of men she talks to!“W
Even at the top of her anger, all Scar wanted was to take back what she was owed and extend justice. Her eyes open slightly at his words, amazed at Scott’s careless tone.He lost his mom just like she did. He was unwanted by his original family, just like she was. But instead of tormenting himself, he chooses to torment everyone who owed him and maintains his life.“I wish I could be so free, just like you...” Scar murmurs, “How did you turn up well, losing your mom when you were a baby...?”When she became such a mess that she couldn’t hold on to anything good in her life?“I couldn’t do it, not without Mr. Vanderbilt.” Scott shakes his head.Mr. Vanderbilt...Scar lowers her eyelashes, hiding her secret within.Scott lands his gloomy look on Elijah Green, who is socializing with the guests not far from them, “If he didn’t take care of me all these years, the Greens would never have taken a low level orphan boy back, no matter the blood running through my veins.”Scar doesn’t recogni
Bored at the party, Scar leans against the window frame, her lips tainted with wine, her eyes nailed on Anna Fuller.All the guests who came for the Green lady are influencers in the city, if not flew in specially for this event. It’s a huge thing for the Green family, and their first chance to contact the prince of the Greens, meaning, the future of the Greens.“Someone looks happy,”Scar flinches when a voice snaps her out of her bored mind wandering, only to see Scott’s face.“Not as happy as you,” Scar snorts not without sarcasm, “…PRINCE Scott.”Scott’s smile is bright and sunny like any boy in the neighborhood.“Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” Scott makes a bitter face, “I guess I…I wanted you to see me for me, not any title that was coming my way.”“In case I said yes to you for the heritage you were going to get?” Scar folds her arms, sneering, “That was a lousy assumption--”“No!” Scott lets out a surprise laugh, “I thought I would have a bigger chance to woo you! If withou
Ava hasn’t joined any movie in the past five years.She is signed under the Knight Empire, and no other company dares to cross the Knight Empire when it is obviously benching Ava. Or rather, Ava didn’t even dare to reach out for any job just so people wouldn’t realize that she had lost the favor of the Knight Empire. She can blackmail Sebastian, privately, but she can’t force the fans to stick with her.If there is anything more important to her than Sebastian, it’s her career.She had to went to the Iron Lady behind Jack Fuller’s back and returned the ownership of Z-House for this movie. Sebastian can’t just take it! Not like this!“You can’t!” Ava growls at Sebastian, “You can’t just replace me when the shooting is over! I did the job! They have been promoting the movie for months now! You--”“Yes, I can.” Sebastian says simply, still with that polite smile which has not a shred of warmth.“No!” Ava mumbles, her huge eyes filled with tears as if there is a pump behind there, “Granny