CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN

SCARLETT'S POV.

Getting to my car was difficult after Kevin had pushed me out. It had been so difficult, because my legs were weak and my heart heavy from all I'd uncovered.

It hurt so bad, I feared my heart was going to shred to pieces inside. It was like a knife was continuously being stabbed into my chest while I just watched. I wanted to scream, to trash things, to vomit, to rip my hair out, but I stopped myself.

If I was going to break down then I needed to reach the mansion first and get to my room. Once the car door was shut, I took one last glance at the deserted surroundings of the apartment building before I pulled out, wondering how in the world I'd taken such a big risk.

The guy could have killed me in there.

Once properly on the road, I took a deep breath and focused on driving. As I drove, I went back into thinking about everything Kevin had said and how he'd acted so crazily.

It was still shocking to me to hear that he had been collecting money from my dad to keep