REED
Closing Scarlett’s door, I take a deep breath, my back connecting against it while my heart races. What are you doing, Reed? I whisper to myself, trying to inject some sense back into my swirling thoughts. If her mother hadn’t walked in, I would have ruined everything. The intensity of the moment lingers, and I find myself grappling with my emotions. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but the truth is getting harder and harder to deny. For the past two years, I’ve been convincing myself that I’m not in love with Scarlett Mathews, that we are just friends because I know she doesn’t reciprocate my feelings. I’ve tried to be okay with that but failed because as the months pass, the emotional struggle has gotten worse–and tonight–tonight I almost ruined everything. The soul-warming and wrenching realization hit me two years ago after I left home to complete my studies overseas. It was the first time that we were separated and the realization hit me with frightening clarity–I was in love with my best friend. We grew up together, with Scarlett treating me like a brother. I thought it was the same for me, that I also saw her as a sister until I suddenly realized that it was not and the realization left me shaken. Leaving to go study overseas made me realize the depth of my feelings. The distance from her was agonizing, and it became hard to concentrate on anything else. And then, as if I weren’t already a mess, she confessed her misery without me, which made my struggle even worse. I knew she didn’t mean it in the sense that I did, but that didn’t matter. My parents had advised me to come home only during holidays since I’m doing a dual major, hardly leaving room for anything else and I agreed with them. However, staying away from Scarlett was unbearable. So I made a promise to come home every month, even if it meant never getting a full night of sleep again. I push away from her door, running my fingers through my hair, while the corridor feels stifling as I replay the moment in my mind—the almost kiss, the tension, and the abrupt interruption. The fear of ruining our friendship claws at me and I don't know what to do with myself. I know I need to confront these feelings and come to terms with them because it’s not fair to Scarlett, and it’s certainly not fair to me. I make my way down the hallway, self-reproach bubbling within me. However, my thoughts are soon cut off by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs just as I reach the top, about to go down. My father appears and his eyes light up, the spark of recognition replacing the frustration etched on his face just a moment ago. Without a word, we find ourselves wrapped in a long-overdue hug. I asked for him when I arrived, and Mom told me he went to attend a dinner at the de Villeneuve. She said Pierre de Villeneuve, who is my father’s business partner, had some announcements to make, but she couldn’t go because of the party. However, I knew it wasn’t because of the party that she couldn’t go; she didn’t want to. Mom doesn’t socialize much, and my dad often goes alone at events and things. Mom only goes if she absolutely has to. He asks how I’m doing, and I say I’m okay as we pull back from the hug before redirecting the question to him. He says he’s well too and asks when I got home. We fall into a conversation about my studies and it’s the talk we’ve had many times before, but it’s strangely comforting. However, as we go on, it becomes clear that I’m not the only one who noticed the frustration earlier. He pauses, looks at me, and asks, “Are you okay?” I nod, assuring him I am before turning the question back to him, and he lets out a heavy sigh that carries the weight of something unsaid. “The dinner didn’t go well,” he confesses before saying he’s too edgy to sleep and decides to have one drink for the night. “Want to join me?” he asks, and I accept. We head to the bar and as I settle on the barstools, he grabs a bottle and pours a drink for us. I thank him and we sip in companionable silence before I speak, noticing his troubled expression once more. “Do you want to talk about what happened at the dinner?” I ask with a tentative voice. But my father shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he says he’d rather discuss what’s bothering me instead. I feign nonchalance, dismissing it as nothing serious, even though, deep down, I know I’m only fooling myself. I’ve never been able to hide things from my father, and tonight is no exception. Before I know it, I’m throwing down my guard along with my shots, blurting out that I think I’m in love before quickly correcting myself, saying I know I’m in love. My father’s eyes light up at my revelation, and he reaches for the bottle, pouring another round while asking if he knows this person. However, his hand freezes in mid-air as I whisper the name. “As in our Scarlett?” My father’s question cuts through the air, clearly surprised by my answer and I nod, a lump forming in my throat as I continue before he can say anything else. “I know it’s wrong, Dad,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper, “but I can’t help how I feel.” The truth spills out like a confession as I open up to my father, pouring out the thoughts that have been plaguing me. “I can’t stop thinking about her,” I confess, my vulnerability laid bare. And then, in a moment of unfiltered honesty, I reveal the near-kiss with Scarlett just minutes ago. The room seems to still as the weight of my words settles between us and I brace myself for my father’s reaction. The moment stretches, tense and uncertain, until he finally breaks the silence. “Well, the only way to know for sure how she feels is to speak to her. Tell her how you feel,” he advises, and I look at him in shock. His response is not what I expected. I expected him to echo my fears and caution against revealing my feelings and risking our connection. “You don’t think it’s wrong?” I ask and he says no before adding that one can’t help who they fall in love with. Plus, Scarlett is a good person. She’s smart and kind, and she has a bright future ahead of her. I let out a sigh of relief at that. “What if she doesn’t feel the same way, Dad?” I mumble, the fear of rejection clawing at me, and my father leans back, studying me for a moment before offering a reassuring smile. “You’ll never know unless you try, son. Love is a risk, but it’s a risk worth taking.” His words linger in the air, and the weight on my shoulders feels a little lighter. Maybe it’s time to confront these feelings head-on, so taking a deep breath, I nod in acknowledgment. “Thanks, Dad.”SCARLETT The morning sunlight filters through my bedroom curtains, stirring me from my slumber while the echoes of the previous night’s celebration linger in my mind. I yawn, stretching my limbs as I slowly sit up, glancing at the clock to find that it’s 9:05 a.m. It means I had over five hours of sleep but I’m still tired. As if on cue, there’s a soft knock on my door and I run my hands over my face just in case I drooled as I invite the person inside. The door creaks open, and my mother tiptoes into the room with a tray of breakfast in her hands. She greets me good morning with a certain excitement in her eyes that hints at an impending surprise and I respond rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes as she places the tray on my lap. “How did you sleep?” she asks, sitting beside me on the bed before pulling me into a hug. I tell her I slept okay and earlier than I had expected but I’m still tired. She apologizes for waking me up, adding that Colette is waiting for me; there’s
REED I'm making my way to the gym, my muscles already expecting the satisfying burn of a workout when I hear my name being called, and I turn to see my mother approaching.“I thought you guys left already.” I'm surprised she’s still here, and she shakes her head, explaining that they’re waiting for my father, who’s on his way back from Pierre’s place.“How long are you guys planning to be gone?” Mom and Scarlett are leaving for their weekend getaway tomorrow, so I want to spend as much time as I can with Scarlett before the day is over because I won't be here by the time they get back, and we won't see each other for another three weeks.It still feels surreal that I finally confessed my feelings to her and she feels the same. I have never been as nervous as I was as my confession tore through my throat. But the nervousness pales to happiness in feeling like right now. My mother asks why I’m asking after replying to my question, but I don’t tell her the real reason. I will speak to
SCARLETT “I love you,” Reed’s voice, tender and filled with affection, caresses my ears as his hand cups my cheek. His thumb moves in gentle, reassuring circles, sending warm ripples through my chest and I breathlessly reciprocate. Just then, sounds of approaching footsteps interrupt our intimate moment, prompting a hasty retreat from each other as I hurriedly attempt to compose myself. Mrs. Sterling enters the room shortly, her expression seemingly affected by some unwelcome news. Reed sees it too and asks what is wrong, but she dismisses it as work-related stress.However, before Reed can press further, my mother enters the room. Mrs. Sterling, with a hint of impatience, asks if I am still exploring the apartment, indicating her readiness to leave, and I am about to suggest that we leave, but Reed speaks first.He gets to his feet and suggests that his mother and I go ahead without us. The suggestion catches me off guard, but before I can say or do anything, he explains that we’d
SCARLETT Entering the dining hall, I am greeted by the comforting smell of a home-cooked meal. Reed and his mother are already sitting, and Reed and I exchange a smile as my thoughts return to our time together at the new apartment.After lunch and watching TV, we went for a walk and got some ice cream. As we walked hand in hand, I started thinking about how I’ve been in love with him all the time and didn’t realize it, and I couldn’t believe it because now that I know, it’s overwhelming, it’s beautiful, and it’s growing with each second.Reed, ever attentive, passes a dish my way, and the conversation flows effortlessly. We talk about our day, including the events that led up to the surprise and the upcoming trip. Mrs. Sterling asks if I am excited, and I certainly am.Lexi and Ollie couldn’t stop screaming when I informed them. Since Mrs. Sterling hadn’t officially announced that we weren’t going, we were kind of half-ready, just in case.I can’t wait to see my friends and fill the
SCARLETT I wrap my arms around myself, realizing it’s cold as I step out of the house, heading to the servants’ quarters where my mother lives.The first thing I will do when I get a job is retire my mother and buy her a nice big house. I stop in front of her door and knock, and she invites me inside, telling me the door is open.She is eating dinner as I walk in, and her face lights up when she sees me. I walk over to her, and we share a hug that we linger in because I don’t let go. “Are you okay?” she asks when we finally break apart and I settle next to her, nodding even though I’m not.I believe Reed; I believe that his mother is acting the way she is about Camille because she doesn’t know about us, but I can’t help but be scared. At the same time, I can’t talk to my mother about it because she already made it clear how she felt.Read went to speak with his mother and I think knowing that she doesn’t have a problem with us will make it easier to talk to my mother about it after t
SCARLETT I return to my room after a long dinner with my mother, half expecting Reed to be there, even though a part of me fears the outcome of his conversation with his mother. However, as I enter, the room is filled with silence. He’s not here.The unease claws at me, and a small voice in my head begins to whisper new doubts. He couldn’t still be talking to his mom. I kept checking my phone the entire time while sitting with Mom, expecting a text to say he was back or something, but there was nothing.I sigh, telling myself that perhaps he came looking for me, but I was not there and decided to return later. We never sleep without saying goodnight to each other, so he will come.Putting aside the lingering tension, I decide to get ready for bed. I change into my comfortable sleepwear and climb into bed. Grabbing the TV remote, I browse the channels to pass the time, but my thoughts keep returning to Mrs. Sterling's words.Since leaving the dining hall and speaking with Reed, I have
SCARLETT The soft morning light spills into the room as I slowly open my eyes and, to my surprise, I find Reed beside me, his arms wrapped snugly around me.A surge of warmth floods through me as I realize he did come to my room, after all. A tender smile curves my lips as I take in his features—his face so relaxed in sleep, revealing a softer side of my man—one reserved for moments like these.Gosh, I can’t believe I just said that—my man. The thought floods me with an indescribable sense of warmth and I resist the urge to wake him, content for a few more stolen seconds to admire the contours of his face. But just then, my jealous alarm punctuates the morning with a sharp beep, and he stirs.His drowsy eyes meet mine, and a husky “Good morning” escapes his lips. I return the greeting, our voices still rough with sleep, and I ask how he slept, just wanting to hear his voice again.He assures me it was restful, sealing the reply with a gentle kiss that lingers on my lips before redire
REED After seeing my girl off, I head to my bedroom, missing her already, and I grab my laptop, contemplating booking a return flight to London.But just as I open it, a knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. My mother stands halfway in, seeking permission to enter, and I grant it. She steps inside, asking if I’m busy.“What are you doing?” she continues, her gaze assessing my laptop, and I put it aside, saying, “Nothing, just checking some stuff.”She takes a seat next to me on the bed, asking if I’ve had breakfast and I tell her I have. We sit in silence for a moment, the air heavy with unspoken tension, and I feel like this is the lull before the inevitable discussion.But my mother broaches a safer subject, asking if my father mentioned Uncle Pierre’s passing. I confirm, acknowledging the sadness of his passing, and we exchange a few more words about Uncle Pierre as I tell her I’m sorry. She and Uncle Pierre were close.She thanks me for my condolences and says that she and my
SEVEN MONTHS LATER SCARLETT “Are you ready?” Reed asks as he enters the room, and I tell him I am. We are about to go to his parents' house for lunch with his family. However, I would be lying if I said I was not tired. Reed's parents ended up giving their marriage a second chance, and they renewed their wedding vows two days ago. My body is still recovering from the after-party. Colette wanted to wait until baby Emme was born, which was three months ago. The ceremony was beautiful, and I’m thrilled for them; they deserve all the happiness in the world, especially with everything they have both overcome. Reed and I are celebrating another special occasion today. Elena and her goons were sentenced this morning, thanks to Reed's assistance in pursuing her. Elena was sentenced to ten years in prison for manslaughter, while her accomplices received fifteen years. I think they deserve more, especially Elena, but I am glad they did not get away. Jolene is also overjoyed with the c
SCARLETT"We have arrived, Mom," I say, unable to hide my excitement, and I can tell Mom is relieved. We blindfolded her, and I know she was eager to get to the destination. The car comes to a halt, and Reed steps out to assist Mom. He and I hold her hands as we guide her to the spot where she will have a clear view of the house. We stop, and Reed asks her if she’s ready."I am," she replies, her voice steady but curious. Reed removes the blindfold, and I let out a small scream of excitement next to her."Welcome to your new home," he says, and Mom looks at him in confusion before turning to me."What is this?" she asks, and I cannot contain my excitement as I tell her it is her new home. "Reed bought it for you," I add, and she stands rigid at my words, her eyes widening. She looks back at Reed, her voice a whisper. "What is Scarlett talking about?"Reed repeats, "The house is a gift, from both of us." Mom takes another look at the house before shaking her head."I cannot accept this
SCARLETTWe all look at Milo as he ends the phone call with his father. Reed asks what he said, and Milo’s next words surprise us. His father left. He says he had to go somewhere, and we should continue with dinner. We had already done so, but we were simply sitting around the table, waiting for him to return. Now it’s clear he won’t be returning, so we get up. It is late, and Reed and I need to get home, so we say goodnight to Milo and Lj. Reed then takes out his phone to check on his mother; she should have arrived by now. She answers quickly, and Reed looks at me and says she is upstairs. He helps me up, and we leave, thanking the staff member who enters to clear everything as we go.Reed knocks, and his mother opens the door, already in her robe but my eyes widen, taking in her expression. She looks like she has been crying, even though she tries to put on a smile for us.We hug, and Reed asks when she got home. It’s around the time Luke came to get Mr. Sterling. We see clothes o
SCARLETT“I’m sorry,” Reed says, holding me, and I sob in his arms after reading the letter Lexi wrote to me. In the letter, she expressed her regrets. She said she never meant to hurt me or Reed. Even though she said she never meant to hurt Reed or me, she admitted that she had unintentionally hurt us and that in the end, it did not matter what her intentions were. I struggled to finish it and broke down in tears. It still feels surreal, the wound is still raw, and I am not sure how I will face her mother without crumbling. Reed wipes my tears as we pull away from the hug, and I tell him I am ready to go now, and that I called Ollie to let her know we were on our way. She is going with us. We head out and Reed opens the car door for me, and I slide inside and take a deep breath, knowing I have to be strong for Lexi’s family. I cannot be the one falling apart. I spoke to Mom before we left Reed's house, and she told me that Lexi's mom couldn't speak to them the last time they went
SCARLETT“It’s not your fault, Scarlett. Mom holds me in her arms as I cry, saying, "You did not know this was going to happen," but we both know it would not have happened if I had not been upset with Lexi. I can’t believe she’s gone, and my heart is bleeding. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself. Reed tried to stop me, but I didn’t listen and looked up the story online and read about how Lexi was bullied to the point of having an accident.She did not have an Ace like I did to tell everyone to leave her alone, and she might have had if I had not turned my back on her. I was frustrated and hurt by her actions, but I did not want her to die, and no one deserves to go through what she did. Furthermore, it no longer matters how angry I was with her or what she did. All of this pales in comparison to her life, and despite Reed and Mom's constant reminders about the baby and the negative effects of stress on my health, I find myself powerless to stop it.I do not want any
NARRATOR Reed finishes the call with Larken, and just then, Milo appears and tells him that their grandfather is ready to leave, but Reed has one more thing to do, so he tells Milo he will catch them in the car and sprints back inside. He takes the stairs two at a time, racing to let Scarlett know he will be back soon, but just as he reaches the top, he hears a frantic and urgent voice—Scarlett's mother's."Scarlett! Scarlett!"Hearing the same voice, his parents burst out of their room. They all rush towards the sound, their hearts racing and dread curling in their stomachs as they realize it is coming from Scarlett's old bedroom.Reed's chest tightens as he approaches the doorway, his parents trailing him as he enters. The scene is chaotic. Scarlett lies on the floor, convulsing violently, her mother kneeling beside her, tears streaming down her cheeks.The room tilts as Reed stares in horror, his mother gasping, her hand flying to her mouth. He sprints toward Scarlett, but his mo
SCARLETTI walk out of the room, stretching, and bump into Mrs. Sterling in the hallway, coming from the guest room. She smiles and asks how I slept, and I tell her that I slept well even though I did not get much sleep. We went to bed in the early hours of the morning, and Reed and his brothers were quite drunk by then. I smile when I think about them. I am happy for them, and it is still surreal that Mr. Sterling is back. Mrs. Sterling says she’s heading to the kitchen to make breakfast, and it’s the first time I hear her mention cooking. I smile at her, and she blushes, trying not to show that she's blushing, as she invites me to join her, which I do, wondering if Reed is still sleeping. He and his brothers went to sleep with their father, which is why Mrs. Sterling is coming out of the guest room. As if she can read my mind, she confirms that she just checked on them, and they are all still sleeping, so I happily join her downstairs. When we enter the kitchen, we find my mom i
SCARLETT“Hey, how did it go?” I softly ask Reed as he enters the room after checking on his father, and he collapses onto the bed, looking completely defeated. I wrap my arms around him, asking again how it went, and he pulls back and looks me in the face with a sad expression that makes my heart lurch. "He lost his memories," he says, prompting me to inquire about his meaning. Mr. Sterling didn't appear to be a person who had no memories, and Reed clarifies that his father doesn't recall the past twenty years of his life. “He doesn’t remember me or my mother,” Reed adds, and my heart clenches. “I’m sorry, Reed,” I say, and we share a hug. He takes a deep breath in the embrace before saying, “He doesn’t deserve this. His life has been hard enough, putting up with a wife who hated him, and now this. It’s like he can’t catch a break, Scarlett,” he continues, and I pull back from the hug, cupping his face. “I’m so sorry,” I say again before adding that maybe it’s because of the traum
SCARLETT Mr. Sterling narrates a chilling story, his voice laced with emotion as he describes waking up in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by people who intended to harvest his organs. His voice falters at times, and he turns to William for assistance with the details he cannot recall. William steps in, filling the gaps, his own voice heavy with the weight of the ordeal. But as Mr. Sterling speaks, it becomes clear he’s not well. He is pale, his hands tremble slightly, and his words occasionally sound strained. He admits he doesn’t know how he survived the shooting or where the organ harvesters found him. All he knows is that he woke up with William, who risked everything to help him escape. The specifics blur together, but it’s clear how traumatic the experience was. However, those details don’t matter much right now. What matters is that he's here. He's alive. His gaze lingers on Reed, and he smiles emotionally every time their eyes meet. Reed, overwhelmed, can only smile back t