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Chapter 18: The confrontation

Author: Liana evadne
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-14 19:20:57

Scarlett's POV

My head was spinning. Dead wife. Her name was Scarlett. My name was her name. This necklace was her necklace. I was wearing a dead woman's life.

I stood in the middle of the party. People laughed and talked around me. But I felt like I was in a bad dream. I saw Jack Cole walk over to Victor. They were both smiling. But I knew it was fake. Their smiles were like acts on a stage.

I started walking toward them. I had to ask Victor. Right now.

But a strong hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Hey!" I said, turning around.

It was Jaxon. His face was serious. "We have to leave. Now."

"No," I said, pulling my arm. "Not yet. I need to talk to Victor."

Jaxon's grip was firm. "We are leaving."

"I have questions!" I said, my voice getting louder. "I'm not one of your dogs you can order around!"

Jaxon stopped. He looked down at me. His eyes were dark. "I know," he said quietly. "I saw Jack Cole talking to you. I know what he told you."

"Then you know why I have to ask! I'm just
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