~The next morning~Scarlett sat on the balcony swing after a sleepless night, the morning sun casting a golden glow on her messy hair.The sky stretched wide and bright blue above her, so different from the dark clouds weighing down her heart.Under normal circumstances, this might have been a peaceful scene.A gentle knock at the door caught Scarlett's attention.Michael walked in, looking at his sister with curiosity before his eyebrows raised in mild concern."Did you get any sleep last night?" Michael asked gently as he approached the porch swing.Scarlett turned her haunted eyes heavy with disappointment toward him. "Don't worry about me, Michael. I'm managing," she said softly.Michael sat down beside her on the swing, sharing the weight of their troubles as they swayed slowly back and forth."I took care of everything yesterday. There's a skilled female doctor who agreed to do the procedure this morning at nine. She's completely discreet—no one will know. Once it's done and we'
Scarlett froze, completely speechless.Her carefully built lies had just crumbled, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.Fear shot through her like ice water as her mind spun wildly.How had he seen through everything?Of course he could! He wasn't just part of her life, he was at the center of it. Their connection ran too deep for pretense.Scarlett felt lost in the web of deceptions she'd woven. He could see straight through to the source of every lie, leaving her nowhere to hide and no idea what to do.Her thoughts raced, calculating every possible move.Should she stay quiet? Should she act shocked and deny everything, even though it wouldn't work? Or should she come clean and confess the shame eating away at her?"Maybe... my heart just recognizes yours somehow," she finally whispered, looking confused. "And that's why you don't feel like a stranger to me."Lincoln didn't answer with words. He knew talking wouldn't work on her logical, stubborn mind. Years of being a doctor had tra
The mansion buzzed with activity as Scarlett reunited with her mother, brother, and Lincoln.It’d been announced she was alive, and their home welcomed the flood of visitors celebrating her safety."Look at them all," Scarlett murmured, watching the crowd through the window. "These are the same people who called me terrible names at my funeral."Yesterday she was a prostitute. Today she’s the respected doctor and governor's daughter.Scarlett shook her head. "How fickle they are."As evening approached, Lincoln appeared at her door and his eyes held a determination she recognized: he wouldn't leave her side tonight."May I come in?" he asked softly."Of course." She stepped aside, her heart racing as he entered her luxurious suite."I'm so sorry, my love," he whispered as he closed the door behind them. "I can't imagine what you endured while I was gone.""Lincoln, you don't need to—"Scarlett trailed off when he firmly wrapped his arms around her from behind, as if she might vanish a
~Earlier~The yellow light from the desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, dancing over Dane's features as his fingers traced the edges of a photograph.There she was—Scarlet—though she'd done everything possible to erase herself. Short, choppy black hair had replaced her flowing blond locks. Dark contact lenses masked the emerald eyes he'd once worshipped.Every change screamed defiance, each alteration a calculated strike targeting what she'd been.The set the photograph on the wooden table, lean back in his chair and closed his eyes and breathed in.Even in this modest house she'd shared with that family, her presence lingered—faint but unmistakable.He'd walked through each room earlier, drinking in every detail that might lead him closer to her."Clever girl." The words came out rough. "But not clever enough."The wardrobe had betrayed her first. Different from her usual style, yes, but the sizes, the cuts, the way they hung... everything screams her name."Playing house wit
Terror propelled Flora to her feet. Her body swayed like a reed in the wind as she attempted to flee. Unfortunately, her escape lasted mere seconds before Dane's fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her back with savage force.His features transformed into a mask of unbridled fury."Please, I'm begging you." Chris's voice cracked with desperation. "She's just a child, innocent of all this. Take my life instead. She doesn’t know anything of the person you want."Tears streamed down Chris's face as he collapsed to his knees.Dane's penetrating gaze shifted between the trembling girl and his former right-hand man with his expression unreadable.The girl's presence stirred something deep within Dane - a recognition of the pure innocence he'd once known in another.His dead love interest had taught him to recognize the difference between genuine innocence and calculated deception. Yet this knowledge did nothing to stay his hand as he tightened his grip on Flora’s hair, drawing a sharp cry
Chris’s stomach twisted at Dane’s words. He knew what his boss was capable of, and he knew that Scarlet or Hanna as he had tried to convince Dane was in grave danger.“Sir, please—”Dane silenced Chris with a glare. “I don’t need your permission, and I certainly don’t need your protection!” He snarled.With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, his men trailing behind him.Chris watched him go and his heart pounded in his chest.Dane refused any company in his car, having his security detail follow at a respectful distance in another vehicle.His grip on the leather-wrapped steering wheel tightened until his knuckles blanched white.The interior of the car felt suffocating, charged with the electricity of his rage. Every breath he drew felt like inhaling fire… his chest constricting with an emotion he refused to name."How dare she?" The words escaped through clenched teeth, venom dripping from each syllable. "How dare she crawl under my skin like this?"Memories of