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
Sebastian left his room soon after, and the host moved on to the items following. Everything seems to be falling back on track, but everything feels wrong now.One luxurious item after another gets on the stage, yet not getting the attention they deserve. The fight over Frozen Night is too dramatic, and the audience can’t help looking at the items as more boring than they actually are.Ava is back. An invisible wall between her and Jack Fuller as they fall back into their seats.Scar is not even in the mood to enjoy that.Sebastian was the one falling for a liar. Sebastian was the one who gave that liar access to their house. Sebastian was the one willingly giving up his everything for a ring that he gave up in the first place.But for some reason, Scar feels horrible.She couldn’t even pin it down, but she just can’t enjoy her win. Something tells her – well, shouting inside her soul that he doesn’t deserve this. She tries to argue with that voice, but she couldn’t find all the rage
Not that Scar wants to admit it, but this jerk has a really nice voice. Instead of the cleanness Alice’s cute clear child’s voice brings the lullaby, his hoarse voice gives it a more secure feeling. Magically, the manly power embedded in such a soft song somehow makes it more comforting.Maybe that’s what the power a lullaby should have – the safety provided by parents.“Hey, how are you feeling, little one?” Damian taps Scar’s chin with a hooked finger ever so gently, and his voice echoes with something deeply hidden in Scar’s memory, as if there was once a little boy whose voice shares only the tiniest bit feature of Damian’s voice but the exact same tone when he looked down on her just like this and called her “little one”.The episode is over, but Scar’s eyes remain wide open like a scared animal as too many memories and questions squeeze into her head trying to escape. The first one successfully barging out is—“Who told you to use this song on me!”Alice? Lilith? They both know
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