ログインThe house was finally quiet, but I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about Roman’s face when Marcus yelled at him. I kept thinking about the two million dollars. I felt like I was living in a house made of glass that was cracking everywhere.I sat on the floor of my closet. It was the only place that felt safe. I noticed a little draft of cold air coming from the corner. I moved a pile of shoes and saw a metal vent. It was loose."That's weird," I whispered.I pulled on the metal grate. It popped right off. Behind it wasn't just a wall. It was a dark tunnel that went toward Roman’s room. I grabbed my flashlight and crawled inside. It smelled like dust and old wood.After a few feet, I saw a little wooden box hidden in a hole in the wall. I pulled it out and crawled back into my room."What is this?" I asked myself.I opened the box. It was full of papers. They were letters. Dozens of them. They were all addressed to me, but they had never been sent. I picked up the one on top. The date
The house was too bright. Every chandelier was turned up, and the smell of expensive steak filled the halls. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps of my dress. Chloe was behind me, her hands shaking as she tried to fix my hair."Stay away from him, Scarlett," Chloe whispered. "Leo Hart is a shark. He’s here to talk about the movie, but he’s really here to see if you’re still a 'safe' investment after that video.""I know," I said. "I’ve seen how he looks at the girls on set. He’s been creepy since day one.""Just smile. Don't go anywhere alone with him," Chloe warned.I walked down to the dining room. Marcus was already there, pouring a glass of dark red wine. Leo Hart was already sitting at the table, looking like he owned the place. He looked at me and his eyes traveled up and down my body like I was a piece of fruit he wanted to buy."There she is," Leo said. His voice was oily. "The star of my next picture. You look beautiful, Scarlett. Come, sit next to me like a g
The house was full of people in white gloves. They were moving huge trees into the ballroom and hanging sparkly lights from the ceiling. I stood at the top of the stairs, watching them. My stomach felt tight because of the secret photos on my phone."Scarlett! There you are!" my mom called out. She was wearing a dress that looked like a shiny cloud. She looked very pretty, but she looked tired too."Hi, Mom," I said. I walked down to meet her."Come here. I have to tell you something wonderful," she said. She grabbed my hands. Her rings felt cold. "We are going to make a big announcement tonight. At the gala. Before all the cameras.""What is it?" I asked."I'm having a baby," she whispered. She squeezed my fingers. "You’re going to be a big sister, Scarlett. Isn't that amazing? A real family at last."I felt like I had been hit by a wave. "A baby? With Marcus?""Of course with Marcus!" she laughed. "He is so happy. He says this baby is the glue that will hold the Reed and Wood names
I stood in the bathroom stall and held the phone to my ear. My hands were shaking. I could still feel the heat from the library on my skin. The phone kept ringing and ringing. I pressed the green button."Hello?" I whispered.There was a weird sound on the other end. It sounded like a robot talking through a vacuum cleaner. It didn't sound like a man or a woman. It just sounded scary."Did you have fun on the desk, Scarlett?" the voice asked.I dropped my bag on the floor. "Who is this? How do you know about that?""I told you, Angel. I see everything. I see the mirrors. I see the library. I see the lies you told on the news," the robot voice said."What do you want?" I asked. I leaned my head against the cold metal wall of the stall. "Is it money? I can get you money."The voice laughed. It was a buzzing, mechanical laugh. "I don't want your movie money. I want something much better. I want to see Marcus Reed fall down.""Marcus?" I felt confused. "Why?""Because he is a bad man, Sca
The next day at school felt like walking through a room full of bees. Everyone was buzzing. The TV interview had played all night, but nobody at Northcrest believed it. They just looked at me and whispered.I couldn't find Chloe. I couldn't find Zane. I needed to find Roman. I needed to know why he had my flower on his arm and why he let Marcus turn us into a show.I went to the library. It was huge and had two floors. The top floor had "restricted stacks." That meant only the older kids with special keys could go there. The guards stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking at everyone’s badges."I need to go up," I told the guard. I showed him my gold Reed family pass."Go ahead, Miss Wood," he said. He watched me as I walked up the stairs. His eyes felt like they were digging into my back.I walked past the tall rows of books. It was dark and dusty. Then I saw him. Roman was sitting at a big wooden desk in the very back. He was staring at a book, but he wasn't reading."Roman," I sa
The car ride back to the mansion was fast. Harris drove like he was in a race, and Chloe didn't stop talking for one second. She was sweating, and her phone kept making loud ping noises."They are going to kill us," Chloe said. "The studio heads are on a video call. They are freezing everything, Scarlett. The money, the filming, the posters. Everything stops right now.""Because of the stickers?" I asked. My voice felt dry."Because of the video!" Chloe yelled. She looked out the window. "They called it a 'moral disaster.' They said you aren't an angel if you’re doing that with your step-brother."We pulled up to the house. Marcus was standing on the porch. He didn't look angry; he looked like a statue made of ice. Roman’s car was already there."Get inside," Marcus said when I opened the door. "The living room. Now."I walked into the big room with the white couches. Roman was sitting in a chair in the corner. He had his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up. I looked at his wrist. I
The emerald velvet was a second skin, and right now, it was suffocating me.I stood in the triple-mirror of the dressing room at the Reed estate. The front was high-necked and regal, but when I turned, the gown vanished. It scooped down to the very base of my spine, exposing every inch of my pale sk
The red light on the keypad blinked. It was the only thing I could see in the dark. It felt like an eye. Marcus was watching. Even when he wasn't there, he was there.I didn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the power drill. I heard the click of the lock.At 7:00 AM, my door beeped. Som
The power drill was my alarm clock.I woke up to a high-pitched whine vibrating through the door frame. I didn't check the time; I knew it was early because the light hitting the Pacific outside my window was still a sickly, bruised purple. I threw on a robe and pulled the door open, nearly hitting
The silence in my room after the security team left was the kind that made your ears ring. Everything I owned had been touched, moved, or tossed. Marcus didn't just want my secrets; he wanted me to know that in this house, I didn't even own the air I breathed.The door pushed open. My mother, Lydia







