The restaurant was dimly lit, Scarlett smoothed the hem of her dress, her nerves buzzing in anticipation. Three years of marriage with Daniel Carter, and tonight was meant to celebrate all of it
Then she noticed the man. He walked directly to her table, “Mrs. Carter?” His voice was flat, businesslike. Scarlett blinked. “Yes? What is this about?” Without any hint of hesitation, he placed a thick envelope on the table in front of her. “You’ve been served.” Scarlett stared at the papers. The words blurred together. Petition for Divorce. Her heart slammed against her ribs. “This, this must be a mistake,” Scarlett stammered, pushing the papers back toward him. “My husband is meeting me here any minute.” The man didn’t even flinch. “Have you spoken to the said husband today?” “I have,” she answered confidently, although her nerves were on the edge. Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone. Daniel’s name glowed on the screen as she hit the dial. It barely rang once before he picked up. “Daniel?” Her voice was small, almost childlike. Daniel was at first silent, she could only hear the sound of static. Then, in a tone so cold it sent a chill down her spine, he said, “I believe you must have received the letter from the lawyer. It’s over.” Scarlett’s breath hitched. “What, what do you mean it’s over? Daniel, where are you? What are you doing? I am waiting for you here.” “I’m not coming.” Daniel answered in a tone that was so cold. “Daniel, please, if this is some kind of joke, I beg you just stop it. Please.” “It’s not a joke.” He exhaled, bored, detached. “I’m done. Sign the papers.” Scarlett’s throat tightened. “After three years? This is how you tell me?” His voice didn’t change. “It’s already done.” Tears pricked her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “Who is she?” There was a beat of silence, and then, with a terrifying finality, he said, “Goodbye, Scarlett.” The line went dead. Scarlett barely remembered the drive home. The streetlights blurred as the tears ran down her face, her fingers were clutching the steering wheel so tightly that they ached. This isn’t real. This isn’t happening. She slammed the car door shut and rushed up the steps, fumbling with the keys, her hands shaking too hard to find the right one. After a few panicked tries, the door finally gave way. Inside, the house was eerily quiet. The air smelled faintly of lavender and polished wood, as if nothing had changed, as if her entire world hadn’t just collapsed in a matter of minutes. Then she heard footsteps. “Mrs. Carter?” The hesitant voice belonged to Elena, their housekeeper of three years. She stood near the staircase, wringing her hands in the crisp white apron she always wore. Scarlett’s eyes darted around. “Where is he?” Elena hesitated. “I… I don’t think…” “Where is my husband?” Scarlett shouted in a pained voice, her voice cracking slightly. The older woman swallowed, her gaze dropping to the floor. “He’s at the library.” Scarlett took a step forward. “Alone?” Elena hesitated then she replied in a voice that was barely above a whisper, “No.” Something sharp and cold lodged itself in Scarlett’s chest. “Who is she?” Elena flinched. “Mrs. Carter, I… I don’t think you should go there.” Scarlett grabbed her wrist, not unkindly but desperately. “Please.” A heavy silence stretched between them before Elena finally sighed. “Valerie.” Scarlett went still. Valerie. Daniel’s first love. The one who got away. The woman he never spoke of but whose name had always been a ghost between them. Scarlett released Elena’s wrist, her mind clicking into place. It all made sense now, the late nights, the sudden trips, the way Daniel had been slipping away like sand through her fingers. She turned on her heel and bolted for the library, opening the door in a frantic manner. And there he was. Daniel stood near the book shelve, coolly swirling whiskey in a crystal tumbler. His jacket was draped over the back of a chair, his tie loosened. He didn’t look surprised to see her. He barely even looked interested. She then noticed Valerie perched on the leather couch beside him, her long legs were tucked beneath her, hair spilling over her shoulder like some perfectly curated fantasy. Scarlett’s voice was raw with pain. “Why? Why are you doing this to me?” Daniel took a slow sip of his drink before finally meeting her gaze. “Because I wanted to.” The cold simplicity of it nearly knocked the breath from her lungs. Scarlett turned to Valerie. “How long has this been going on for?” Valerie arched a brow, fingers tracing the rim of her own glass. “Does it matter?” Scarlett’s nails dug into her palms. “How long?” Daniel answered before Valerie could. “I don’t think that is any of your concern.” Scarlett flinched. He sounded so cold. He had already replaced her in his mind. While she was still kissing him goodnight, still believing in their future, he had already been replacing her. Valerie strolled towards where she stood, perching on the desk like she belonged there. “He was never yours, Scarlett,” she said lightly. “He was just waiting for me to return.” Scarlett turned back to Daniel, searching for something, anything, in his face that resembled the man she had loved and trusted with her whole heart. But he was looking at her like she was nothing. Like she was a minor inconvenience he had finally rid himself of. Then he delivered the final blow. “This has been going on for far longer than you can imagine, Scarlett.” He said, swirling his drink lazily. “You were simply just a placeholder.” Scarlett’s breath caught in her throat. Placeholder. Her hands trembled at her sides, her pulse roaring in her ears. Valerie sipped her drink, not trying to hide her smirk, and Daniel, her husband, watched her crumble without an ounce of regret. Scarlett had never felt so utterly, completely discarded. She barely felt her legs move as she stumbled out of the library. The walls of the building blurred around her. Her breath was ragged, shallow, her body moving purely on instinct. The cold night air hit her like a slap when she stepped outside. Placeholder. The word echoed in her head, over and over, rattling inside her like a cruel joke she wasn’t in on. Her chest heaved as she staggered onto the empty sidewalk. He planned this since God knows when. Her fingers twitched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. Her heart pounded so loudly she could hear it in her ears. You were just a placeholder. Scarlett’s steps faltered. Her knees buckled. Then she felt the darkness. The cold pavement rushed up to meet her as she collapsed.Scarlett’s eyelids fluttered open to the soft beep of machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic. The bright hospital lights made her wince. A dull ache pulsed at her temples. An unfamiliar voice broke through the haze. “Mrs. Carter?” She turned her head slightly, eyes landing on a doctor in a white coat. His expression was calm, measured. “You had a fainting episode,” he continued. “Thankfully, Ms Elena was there just at the right time to help you. You’re dehydrated, and your blood pressure was low, but there’s something else more important we need to discuss.” Scarlett swallowed, her throat dry. “What?” What could possibly be more important than the fact that her world had been shattered cruelly that night. The doctor glanced at his clipboard, and stated matter of factly.“You’re pregnant.” The words hit her like a shockwave. Scarlett sat up too quickly, dizziness rushing in. “No,” she whispered. “That… that can’t be right.” He nodded. “You’re about six weeks along.” Six
Scarlett sat on the edge of the hotel bed, staring at the untouched room service tray on the table. The luxurious suit felt hollow. Temporary. Like her life had been reduced to a series of waiting rooms, each one colder than the last.Elena bustled around the room, folding Scarlett’s clothes despite the fact that there was no home left to return to.“You should eat something,” Elena murmured.Scarlett shook her head. “I can’t.”Elena sighed, placing a glass of water on the nightstand. “You can’t live like this, Mrs. Carter.”Scarlett flinched. Mrs. Carter. How much longer would she even be able to call herself that?“Elena,” she said softly, turning to face her. “You don’t have to stay here. Go home.”Elena stiffened. “No.”Scarlett reached for her hand. “I mean it. I won’t let you become a…” Her voice wavered. “A destitute because of me.”Elena’s eyes flashed. “And what will you do? Stay in this hotel forever? You can’t even go home.”Scarlett swallowed hard. She knew. God, she knew.
It had been 2 solid months since Scarlett lost everything she held dear. She had been invited to Liam’s and Amelia’s engagement party, and even if she knew that the reason she got invited was so they could mock her. She had gotten ready in her best ball gown and taken a ride to the venue anyways.Scarlett stood at the edge of the ballroom, her fingers curled into fists at her sides. This was her money. Supposed to be her life, but they snatched it away cruelly. And here they were celebrating.Liam, dressed in a tailored black tux, lifted his glass as he stood center stage, arm wrapped lazily around Amelia’s waist. She was looking radiant in a red silk gown, the deep neckline barely decent, her lips painted a cruel shade of wine.“To the future Mr. and Mrs. Deveraux,” a guest toasted, prompting cheers.Scarlett’s stomach churned. She stormed forward, the sound of her heels lost beneath the music. Gasps rippled through the crowd as she grabbed a champagne flute off a passing tray, and h
The jet touched down on Chicago’s private tarmac with a smooth glide, the hum of the engine fading as the wheels kissed the ground. Scarlett exhaled softly, her gaze fixed out the window. She had left this city a different woman, vulnerable, desperate, forced into a corner.Now, she was back. And this time, she was the one holding the leash ready to unleash hell in them.She turned in her seat, her eyes landing on the small sleeping figure curled up under a soft pink blanket. Her daughter. The very reason she had fought, planned, survived. Scarlett reached out, brushing a stray curl from Ava’s delicate face before pressing a kiss to her warm cheek."Mummy will be right back, baby," she murmured, her voice softer than it ever was with anyone else. "You stay with Daddy, okay?"Ava stirred slightly but didn’t wake, her tiny hand clutching at the blanket.Scarlett straightened, her walls snapping back into place as she turned to Adrian, who was already watching her with that unreadable ex
Scarlett stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion, her eyes fixed on the sprawling city beyond. Chicago was just as she had left it, it was loud, ruthless, filled with people who thought power was something they could hold in their hands.She exhaled, rolling her shoulders back as she turned toward the room behind her. The first move had been executed perfectly. The custody hearing was delayed, Daniel was struggling under the weight of a scandal, and now, the second act was soon to begin as soon as Daniel made his move.She had seen the look of shock on his face in the courtroom, she wanted to crush him as fast as possible.“We should move to the next phase.” She told Adrain, who was lounging effortlessly in the leather armchair across from her. He didn’t look up from the whiskey glass in his hand. “Scarlett.” His voice was smooth, calm. “Rushing will only make this messy.”She narrowed her eyes. “He is already gasping for ai
The camera flashes burned into Daniel’s retinas, but he kept his expression controlled, he knew anything he said in that moment would sound like an excuse, so he had to leave the podium to sort the problem out. He had perfected this over the years, smiling even when the walls were caving in. He walked with measured confidence away from the conference hall, his bodyguards clearing a path through the sea of reporters, their hands up to block the aggressive microphones shoved in his direction. Questions flew at him, they were all sharp and demanding. “Mr. Carter, what do you have to say about the leaked footage?” “Did you pay to silence Miss Delacroix?” “Is this the end of your aspirations?” Daniel didn’t flinch. He just smiled, as if amused by the spectacle, and let them talk. As he slid into the back of his SUV, the door shutting out the frenzy, his muscles tensed. The second he was inside, he let out a slow, sharp exhale. “Drive.” The SUV pulled away from the flashing lights, t
Daniel leaned back against the plush leather seat of his SUV as he spoke. To his mild surprise, Valerie sounded calm, almost amused. “Did you think I wouldn’t?” she asked. Daniel smirked. “I thought you’d at least let me enjoy a few more hours of freedom before lecturing me.” She laughed softly. “Oh, Danny, you know I never waste my energy on lectures. I assume you’re handling it?” “As we speak,” he confirmed, drumming his fingers against his thigh. “Though I hate to ruin your little vacation, it might be time for you to come home. We need to remind the world what a perfect couple we are.” There was a brief pause. Then, in that same silky tone, she responded, “Of course. I’ll need the jet.” Just like that, she was settled. There were no arguments and no unnecessary discussion. Valerie understood the game perfectly, she had fit seamlessly into his world from the start. “Good girl,” Daniel murmured before ending the call. He let the phone drop onto the seat beside him, exhaling
Scarlett sat elegantly on the couch, legs were crossed. The muted glow of the television illuminated her sharp features as she watched the news unfold. “CASPIAN MOREAU CONFESSES TO DOCTORING CARTER’S SCNADAL VIDEO — CLAIMS IT WAS A MALICIOUS HOAX.” The footage cut to a clip of Caspian, who was handcuffed and surrounded by police officers. His face was pale, gaunt, his lips trembling as he addressed the cameras outside the precinct. “I… I deeply regret my actions,” he stammered, eyes darting around like a trapped animal. “It was a terrible mistake. I was acting out of personal bitterness, and I didn’t think about the consequences. Mr. Carter is an innocent man, and I apologize for the damage I’ve caused.” Scarlett exhaled slowly, swirling the deep red liquid in her glass before taking a sip. “That was fast.” Adrian, reclining on the other end of the couch with his own drink, smirked. “Daniel moves quickly when he needs to clean up a mess. He can’t let a little scandal ruin his per
Daniel sat in the dim glow of his office, the city lights sprawling beneath him like a mocking reminder of how quickly the tides could turn.His fingers tightened around the armrests of his chair, his jaw locked as his mind raced through every possible escape route.Nothing.Nothing was fucking working.He had spent years weaving an untouchable empire, ensuring that no one, not his enemies, not the board, not the media, could ever truly corner him.And yet, here he was.Cornered like a little rat.Amelia’s little blackmail stunt had just ripped his easiest solution out from under him, and now the clock was ticking, louder than ever.His phone buzzed, breaking through the suffocating silence.He grabbed it immediately, his voice sharp. “Tell me you have something.”The man on the other end who was one of his most trusted contacts, a fixer who had spent years cleaning up Daniel’s messes was silent for a beat before responding.“I sent over a file. Check your email.”Daniel’s stomach twi
Amelia clicked the small flash drive into her laptop, her pulse was steady but her mind racing. She wasn’t sure what she expected, maybe a few suggestive messages, perhaps a harmless conversation that could be used to blackmail Daniel. But what she found shocked her to her core. The screen lit up with a full, unedited video. There was no editing, no room for misinterpretation, no room for doubt. The video clearly showed Daniel Carter and Delacroix together as they were being intimate. If Daniel had any hope of denying the cheating allegations before this? It was better to abandon that now. This new development would bury him alive. Amelia sat back, exhaling sharply. Her carefully painted nails tapped against the desk in rapid succession as her mind churned. This was bad. This wasn’t just a reputation scandal, this was something that could cripple Daniel’s standing in high society. Worse if it leaked, it would also drag Vellaro Models down with him. She turned her gaze to Delac
Amelia couldn’t stop scrolling.Her fingers trembled slightly as she refreshed every major news outlet, her stomach was twisting with each new headline that spelled disaster for Daniel Carter.The scandal wasn’t dying down. If anything, it was growing worse. Like someone was fanning the embers to make a bigger flame of the fire.Public opinion had turned vicious, with articles tearing into his fraud accusations, his shady business dealings, and worst of all his past with Scarlett Carter.Once a Cheat, Always a Cheat? The Woman Daniel Carter Abandoned is Now Richer Than Ever!The Carter Empire on Fire – Board Members Call for an Internal and External Audit!Amelia gritted her teeth, her grip tightening on the tablet.“This is bad. This is so, so bad.”She had spent years carefully perfecting her life, ensuring her status as a powerful, untouchable figure in the modeling world. She had snatched the wealth, grabbing it with her two hands when the opportunity came. Yet, it seemed like ev
Scarlett sat back against the plush leather sofa in Adrian’s office, swirling the deep red wine in her glass as she recounted her meeting with Genevieve. Adrian sat across from her, he had one arm draped casually over the chair, his own glass was barely touched. His expression however was unreadable as he listened, his sharp blue eyes flickering with intrigue. Scarlett finished her account with a smirk, letting the final detail settle between them like a loaded gun. Genevieve had hinted at something bigger, and the details had shocked Scarlett to her core. Anytime she thought Daniel was as low as he could go, he simply went lower to prove her wrong. Adrian let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Well, well, turns out Daniel is more of a rotten bastard than I originally thought." He leaned forward, a slow grin curling at his lips. "This will only make it easier to bring him down." Scarlett exhaled, tilting her head thoughtfully. "It’s tempting to use this now," she admitted, "to
The air in Élan Luxe was still thick with the aftermath of Scarlett’s victory and Genevieve’s announcement. Scarlett knew she made the right decision coming to Elan Luxe that day, not only was she on her way to cementing her status in high society, but she had done it this easily. She was thankful that she had looked into Genevieve beforehand and was aware of the way the situation would have ended. Eleanor was one little part of the puzzle that wasn’t planned but even she had fit perfectly with enough nudging. Scarlett could feel the tension still hanging in the air, the lingering disbelief from those who had doubted her. Even she couldn’t believe it had worked that easily and smoothly. Genevieve Laurent, the former owner of Elan Luxe, stood beside her with an amused smirk, looking completely unbothered. She was effortlessly elegant, dressed in a form-fitting Balmain suit, her long, honey-blonde hair cascading over one shoulder in soft waves. A 26-year-old model, heir to a luxury
The cashier’s hands were trembling as she held out Scarlett’s Black Card. Her face was pale, her lips pressed tightly together, as if she was about to be sick."I… I'm so sorry, Miss Carter," she stammered, voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t mean… I shouldn’t have…"Scarlett didn’t move to take the card immediately. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, watching the young woman squirm under the weight of her own mistake. The whispers in the boutique had shifted completely.Where before, people had been gossiping about Scarlett’s supposed fall from wealth, now they were staring at her with wide-eyed disbelief. Even the boutique attendants who had snickered earlier stood stiffly, their heads lowered, suddenly looking anywhere but at her.Scarlett exhaled softly and her expression was unreadable. Then she reached out, plucking the card from the cashier’s shaking hand."Don't worry," she said smoothly, offering a kind smile. "It happens to the best of us."The cashier nodded rapidly
Scarlett had been waiting for this moment since the day she got served those damn child custody papers. The second the incriminating documents about Daniel’s fraudulent dealings hit the press, the internet exploded, but that wasn’t even the best part yet.They had also released something juicier enough to bring back the infidelity claims, the plan was to destabilise him from every angle. She had on a satisfied smile when she read the news."The Carter Empire in CRISIS: Industry Under Fraud Investigation!" "Business Scandal or Personal Betrayal? Leaked Reports Suggest Carter Heir Cheated On Ex-Wife With Current Partner!" "Power, Lies, and Infidelity, Inside the Shocking Fall of Daniel Carter!"Twitter was on fire, many were dropping unsolicited opinions. Influencers weren’t left out as everyone set their camera to dissect the life of someone they considered a God.People were outraged, debating whether Daniel was worse as a criminal or a cheating bastard. Others wondered if Valerie h
“This situation is out of control,” Philip said, shaking his head as he flipped through the documents in front of him. He sounded like a man trying to control his anger, but was barely succeeding at it. “We need to be proactive, not reactive. If we don’t act now, this will only get worse.”Daniel sat at the head of the long table, his face calm, but inside, his pulse was hammering. It was only a matter of time before he broke into uncontrollable sweats.“Act how, exactly?” Daniel asked, keeping his voice steady. “By letting outsiders dig through our books like we’re already guilty?”Victoria Langford tilted her head, studying him. “No one is saying we’re guilty,” she said smoothly. “But the allegations are out now. If we don’t prove we have nothing to hide, the public will assume the worst, and they will do so fast.”Daniel forced a short laugh, leaning back in his chair. “So your solution is to hand over our financials to a bunch of auditors who
Daniel’s fingers drummed against his knee as the car sped toward The Carter Empire’s headquarters. The call he’d just ended left a sour taste in his mouth.There were no leads, no name and no damn progress.The investigation into the real source of the scandal, the one who had manipulated the footage of him with Miss Delacroix, was still hitting dead ends. Caspian Moreau had been a pawn, that much was clear, but a pawn for who?His enemies weren’t just throwing random punches, this was calculated. Someone was setting him up, step by step, and Daniel hated being led around like a fool.Glenn sat beside him, stiff in his seat. “Sir, we need more time to look into this.”“We don’t have time,” Daniel snapped, cutting him off. His patience was already gone. “Whoever did this knows what they’re doing. Which means the next move is already coming.”His phone buzzed.Quarterly Board Meeting – 10 Minutes.Right, he had to deal with this one at a time.Daniel inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly