Scarlett’s POV
Sitting in the taxi to another hospital -- the hospital where SHE is, to see him. I feel sick. Carsick, morning sick, or just...sick of this trip.
This is the trip I hate the most, and this is a trip I have been taking for ten years: she is always in the hospital, and he is always around her, even before our marriage.
That’s what happens when your crush loves your sister who has Willebrand, combined with a RH- blood type, no less.
Yes, the illness where one can’t heal from bleeding, with the blood type that only 0.3% of people have.
Even a small cut on a finger could be lethal to her. That’s why she is the spoiled treasure of the whole family, the untouchable, the miracle that gets everything she wants by just existing.
Me? Even my existence gets ignored.
My parents have only Ava in their eyes. My brother hates me as if I stole my health from Ava.
No, I just stole her man.
But they hated me even before that. Marrying Sebastian only let their hidden hatred out of the bag.
But I did steal, and I paid for it. I married him, and I got only five years of torment from him.
I thought loving him with all I have could amend for my sin, and I paid with all the love I can find in me. I thought it was my life a dream coming true when I married him, I guess I should have known when I spent our wedding night alone that...
...He will never be the little hero who saved me ten years ago. Not for me, never again.
[Sorry, I guess the plan is back on...after all. Are you still available?] I text Aurora. I feel bad that I just told her to cancel my flight when I was told it would be a one-ticket-for-two.
[For you? Always.]
I close my eyes. It’s decided then.
I can’t back out of it now. He won’t let me. He has been waiting for these divorce papers forever.
I just need to figure out what the baby means in this mess. Well, probably a question only I need to answer. He wouldn’t want anything to do with the baby, and Ava...
It would be tremendously kind of her if she would let the baby live. I’m sure if she asks for my abortion from him, he will happily oblige.
I take a moment after the crazy taxi’s bumpy ride to adjust my breath, letting the thin sweat on my forehead fade as I swallow down the nauseous lump dangling behind my tongue. I get car sick as easy as it is, and carrying a little thing in my womb is making it even harder.
I blame him. It’s definitely a he, bringing nothing but trouble for me, just like his father.
Then I laugh at myself for my childish thought.
A moment ago I was feeling only coldness and horror at the news of his existence, thinking it was just a tiny embryo growing in me that was too little to even show in the scan, a little thing that meant nothing but trouble for me.
But now, I’m already imagining teasing it for its most beautiful laugh in the world. Even before he was born, he was already bringing me joy.
I want to keep him.
That idea scares me. Even if I go through with the plan, could I really bring a baby into a world where he loses one of his parents even before he is born?
Tears swell my eyes at that thought and I can barely see. I blame the hormones.
Giving my tears time to dry, I drag my rubber limbs to Ava’s fifth-floor ward slowly. He is waiting for me inside, but not for the file I WANT to give him.
He wants the one that shatters my heart.
I thought I was ready. I thought he had ground my heart to shreds so tiny that I couldn’t find any love left in me. But it still hurts. And it’s even more impossible to do now, with the baby’s weight on the scale.
“Sebastian, I’m scared. It’s the worst feeling, waiting for the result...” Ava’s timid, girly voice hits me through the door, and I pause, “Hold meeee.”
One sentence from my dear sister, and I lost all my strength to enter. I know he would. He would hold her, with all the love in his heart.
I don’t know how much that love is, but I surely got none.
If I had doubts before this, I don’t now. The only fate for this marriage is to end. I’m here to deliver the divorce papers, I warn myself.
The baby...is just a surprise that won’t change anything.
Five years is long enough of a mistake. I don’t have too much left in me to maintain a marriage-for-one. He married me, but only on paper. His heart is her belongings. Always has been, and always will be.
Tonight I will be in another city, leaving the man I love to the woman he loves.
Ava came.Lying on the bed, Scar could hear the high heels in the hallway. Reluctantly, she recognized the nightmare of her childhood – Ava’s steps.Ava didn’t come in. She talked to Sebastian, who apparently was guarding the door.“You really got her to drink it?!” Ava cheered like an excited bird, “She’s in there?”“Where else?” Sebastian answers impatiently, “Where is my payment?”Scar would have torn him into pieces even with just her teeth if she could. She couldn’t. She couldn’t even break free from his damn tie, let alone getting her unlikely revenge. All she could do was shout, but that never worked for her before.Scar eyed the window.Not too far away, and not too high above the ground.“I changed my mind,” Ava said in her iconic sweet voice, “I would give up the heir of the Green family, Sebastian, for you.”Ava stressed his name, unnecessarily loud.“She is out cold, so no one can hear you,” Sebastian snorted at Ava coldly, pointing out her little trick.Scar is really not
In the end, the wine cups were emptied, and Scar didn’t get to taste a drop.“I need to go,” Sebastian says, huge drops of sweat rolling off his forehead and disappearing into his collar, “lock the door and wait inside. Nothing would happen to you.”“And if it does, am I supposed to hold you responsible afterwards?!” Scar sneers coldly, watching the man’s face turn one grade more pale.“Would you rather have me tie you up?” Saying threatening words, but the man looks like he could barely walk, let alone subdue her with force.She knew he couldn’t handle his liquor. But just two cups of wine?Her lips curved, Scar pulls open her collar a little, teasing the man as she hides the photo under her bra. She doesn’t miss the man’s throat rolling at her move, and his losing focus eyes nailed on her. In those eyes is not dirty lust, but some kind of clean, devout desire.“Don’t test me...” The man mumbles, “I was never good at self-control when it comes to you.”“Make me,” Scar taunts, smiling
Scar didn’t take the wine.As if Sebastian “happens” to find her in a room that only Anna Fuller should know that she is in, he showed up with a cup of wine that he insisted that her drink? No, thanks. Even if he wasn’t Ava’s minion before, he surely looks like one now.“Did Ava send you here to do the job she failed to do five years ago?” Scar snorts coldly.“She told me where you are, yes,” Sebastian admits plainly, to Scar’s surprise. “I know you hate Ava, but it wasn’t her five years ago. Don’t you want to know who it really was? You can lock Ava up, but it means someone who wants you harmed is still out there.”“One less, at least,” Scar snorts.The man laughs, picks up a cup and takes a sip of it. Scar watches with cold eyes. If he thinks this can prove that the wines are okay, he thinks too simply of her!“Would you like this one? Seeing that I’m still alive?” As if heard what she was thinking, the man taunts her, handing the drink he just tasted. His eyes were laughing, as if
Lilith bites her lips.Her doubt about this man is growing by the day, but she didn’t know he saw it all. It’s not like he ever did anything to hurt Scar, on the surface. But all the mysterious mist around him is raising too many alarms to ignore.“You said you care about Scar, and your medical team keeps saying that she needs to establish healthy connections with people, but how is it healthy when you are getting her to rely on you more and more without even knowing who you are?” Lilith demands.“A legit worry,” Silco doesn’t seem to be offended, but his questions are sharp like knives, “Does Sebastian Knight share this worry?”Lilith opens her mouth, taken aback. She doesn’t want to admit it, but it’s really hard to lie, especially to succeed in front of this old fox.The man on the other side laughs again.“Did he reach out to you, or was it the other way around?” He suddenly asks, and Lilith feels the desperation when she realizes--This man saw through everything.At that moment,
It took Lilith 10 minutes to get out of the rope. Luckily, it wasn’t tied too tightly without any room. Luckily, she has a police brother who teaches her all kinds of self-rescue skills.But she couldn’t open the door.They locked her in a remote closet. Though she tried shouting, nobody answered.Her only chance, is her phone.The phone Sebastian took and gave to Ava was Scar’s. If he had recognized it, it would be really bad. But now, Lilith has seen his true color, has known their evil plan, and most of all, she could get the message out.Except not Scar.Between calling her brother and dialing 911 directly, Lilith chose the former. No answer. It’s weird because Damon usually keeps his phone on 24 hours, and he never ignores his alerts -- call that a policeman’s vigilance.Lilith doesn’t have time to wonder about Damon’s absence.She dials 911 the next, but the person laughed when she said there is going to be a rape in the Hilton House, warning her that false reporting is a crime.
If she is smart, she would never talk to this man again.She should have cursed at him the moment she saw him in front of the room. She should bite, claw, kick and use every and any other means necessary to cast this demon out of her life. But she didn’t. She let him persuade her to stay in the room, with him.All because he said, “Silco set you up”.She is staying because of Silco, Scar tells herself, observing the man in front of him with undisguised distrust.“So?” Scar urges the man, who is circling his finger over one of the cups he brought in with a meaningful smirk, “Do you need wine to cook up lies framing Silco?”Sebastian looks at Scar’s eyes, as if searching for something. He knows this woman too well to miss the genuine care in her eyes for Silco. There is a reason why Lilith would worry about Silco, and he sees it now--Scar’s biggest weakness is the people she cares about. That’s why she suffered through all these years in the Fullers’ house -- because she cared about An