ログインThe wind was cold as we sped away from the mansion. Roman’s car felt fast and loud, like a big animal growling. I sat in the passenger seat and watched the trees go by. I felt like I was finally awake after a long, bad dream."Where are we going, Roman?" I asked. "This isn't the way to the beach.""We’re going to the canyons, Scarlett," Roman said. He kept his eyes on the road. "I need money. A lot of it. And I need it tonight.""Why? Marcus has all the money in the world," I said."Marcus has money he uses like a leash," Roman said. "I need my own. Zane told me there’s a race. A big one. The buy-in is high, but the prize is enough to get Marcus off my back for good.""Zane?" I remembered the boy with the gold coin. "Roman, Zane told me you were obsessed with me. He showed me your tattoo. I don't think he’s a good friend."Roman let out a short, mean laugh. "Zane isn't anyone’s friend. He’s a shark. But he knows where the money is. Just stay in the car when we get there. Promise me."
I didn't sleep at all after Roman left. I just sat on the floor and stared at the letters. Every time I thought about Marcus paying that girl to lie, I felt a hot, itchy feeling in my chest. But then a scary thought popped into my head.How did Marcus do it all alone? My mom was always with him. They shared everything.I waited until the sun started to come up. I walked down the hall to my mom’s room. She was sitting in a big chair by the window, rubbing her stomach and drinking tea. She looked so happy."Mom?" I said. I was still holding one of Roman’s letters behind my back."Scarlett! You’re up early," she said. She patted the chair next to her. "Come sit. We need to talk about the baby's room colors.""I don't care about colors, Mom," I said. I walked right up to her. "I found Roman’s letters. The ones he wrote from Switzerland."My mom stopped rubbing her stomach. Her face went very still. "Letters? What letters?""The ones where he says Marcus paid a girl named Elena to lie," I
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 room smelled like stale air and the harsh lemon scent they use in cheap motels to cover up the cigarette smoke. Roman pushed the door shut and immediately turned the deadbolt, the metal click echoing in the small space. He didn't sit down. Instead, he started moving through the room, his eyes s
Three Years AgoThe air in Roman’s room was thick with the smell of rain and that woodsy cologne he always wore. We were supposed to be finishing our history project, but the textbooks were currently face-down on the floor, forgotten.I was pinned under him on the duvet, my face aching from laughin
The rain wasn't just falling; it was hammering against the windshield of Roman’s SUV like it was trying to break in. The second we cleared the Northcrest gates, I expected him to head toward the coast, back to the mansion. Instead, he yanked the wheel the other way, pointing us toward the messy, ne
Roman didn’t take me to a hotel. He didn’t even take me to a place with windows. He led me down a set of rusted metal stairs behind a dumpster in an alleyway I didn't recognize. My designer shoes were clicking against the concrete, and the smell of damp earth and old oil was making my nose wrinkle.







