From The Billionaire’s Captive To His Queen

Scarlett’s POVThe heavy oak slammed shut behind him, the deafening echo bouncing off the walls like a gunshot, sealing my fate.I slumped sideways onto the floor, my gaze locking numbly onto the cold wood grain beneath me as the reality of my defeat washed over me in waves.Aiden can’t just snatch my daughter from me. She’s all I got left in this cruel world. She’s meant to be mine, wrapped in my arms, safe from men like him. I was the one who went through hell to get that girl, shielding her from the dark. She was mine. Mine. Not his. Never his.A dull, agonizing ache slipped its way into my chest as vivid pictures of my little girl flashed relentlessly behind my eyelids—her bright, infectious laughter, the way her tiny hands used to wrap around my finger, how happy we were before he finally traced us down to this very room. How could I let him take that away?I shouldn’t have let her leave my sight. She should have been right here with me now, safe in my arms.Hot, heavy tears fel

Scarlett’s POV {7 years ago} The elevator let out a sharp hiss as it opened, and I walked as fast as my heels allowed toward my office, checking to see if Mr. Woods had beaten me in. Not seeing him, I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. Gosh, how the fuck had I managed to sleep right through a single missed alarm? Groaning, I shoved the door to my office open, dropped my bag on the desk, and sank into my chair, letting it hold the weight I hadn't realized I was carrying. A sharp footstep echoed outside. I straightened up instantly, smoothing my blazer and tidying my desk. Thank goodness I'd already prepared Sterling’s schedule for today. Standing back up, I walked over to the private coffee dispenser in the corner. Mr. Woods had an ego the size of the fucking Manhattan skyline. He refused to share a machine with the rest of the floor. Mug in hand, tablet tucked under my arm, I walked down the corridor to his office. I gave a sharp knock, and his gruff voice answe

Scarlett’s POVGreetings were tossed my way as I entered Velvet Club, and I responded with a forced smile. Gosh, it was exhausting. Entering the dressing room, I was met with a chaotic house full of women: some laughing, some dressing, some stripped down to their thongs, and others doing their makeup. Above all, they all seemed happy with the job they were doing. Yet here I was, constantly hating myself for coming here. I just prayed I could pull myself out of the fucking debt my mom had dragged me into. Did that woman even deserve to be called Mom?She had stripped me of my dad’s name by running away with me because the man was poor, only to get tangled up with a thug. She got pregnant again, and just when I thought I was finally getting a sibling to talk to, she abandoned the little boy and ran off again. God knows where my little brother is. She had managed to pile up mountains of debt from different people and the worst of the bunch? A gang called Green Vipers. How she even g

Scarlett’s POVSour, rotten, and sweet all at once. It dripped down my cheeks, into my mouth, clinging to my hair like heavy sludge.Laughter and gasps filled the room immediately. What the actual fuck???“Welcome back, Luna!”That voice. It was the jealous freak. I slowly wiped the mess from my eyes with the back of my hand, blinked open, and scanned the room until I locked onto her and the empty bucket sitting by her feet.Without saying a single word, I calmly walked over to the full-length mirror, stood right in front of it, and stared at my reflection. The sticky, foul-smelling rubbish was dripping straight down from my face and matting my outfit.I guess it was finally time to vent. All the shit life had thrown at me... was I about to take it out on someone right here as a scapegoat? Oh, thank you, heavens. turned around and walked toward her. The fool squared her shoulders, forcing a tough look to hide her obvious terror. Good for you.The moment I stepped right in front of he