Damian’s POVI'm looking for my sister.She was lost 20 years ago, and I have been looking for her.All I knew was that she was lost in North Dakota. I mean, that’s where we found Mom’s body. My baby sister wasn’t with her. The policeman announced her death years ago, telling us that maybe she was eaten by an animal. What a ridiculous reason to provide a family in grief.I have begged the police to not give up but they called it still. I even wanted to sue them, but Dad wouldn’t let me. They aren’t the one at fault.I was.And I couldn’t live with that.That’s why I became a lawyer myself.I have seen my share of darkness in humanity, and I wanted to be able to do something when unfairness like this happen. To me, to anyone.Also, a lawfirm is the best cover for conducting investigations. I graduated early, hurrying through school as fast as I can to start my plan. And I have screened through the whole state of North Dakota for my sister.And three states after that.This is my fourth
Sebastian’s POVI don’t know what to make of what happened today.Olivia has been one of those mean girls since high school, so I wouldn’t trust any of her words. But Ava was never close to her. So I couldn’t imagine how the misunderstanding could happen... IF that’s what it was.I have never doubted Ava before, no matter what she says. But I don’t feel that sure about it now, not after when she lied about telling Jack of Scar’s message. Not after Gabriel panicked about “always let Ava know if Scar tries to escape home”.Ava can lie. That’s a concept I wouldn’t accept before.“Sebastian, what’s wrong?” Ava tilts her head innocently as I take her to this corner, a warm smile in her eyes. The eyes that I have trusted all my life.I want to trust her. But I no longer see the guilt and fear a moment ago about her “innocent misunderstanding”.They disappeared too fast.“Tell me what happened, Ava,”I didn’t know that guy. The suits on him cost at least six figures. That’s how I know he didn
Scarlett’s POVI can’t answer Granny. I just stand there, watch Sebastian and Ava talk, laugh...hug. Granny, too. Quietly with no surprise. If Granny can accept Ava coming to her birthday, and showing her intimacy with Sebastian in public like this, then why would she even ask me that question?Ava IS the problem.“Is it because of Ava?” Granny suddenly asks, turning to face me.I pull my eyes back from the long, quiet, soulful hug Sebastian is sharing with her. He said he had the divorce papers ready. I guess I no longer have the right to judge. But it doesn’t mean the image is not stinging.I SHOULD be mad, when he pulls her into his arms like she is his most treasured precious, at a party he asked me to attend to “play the loving couple” one last time.But I’m not even mad. I just feel sad. A deep blue, overwhelming cloud of sadness flooded my world. At this moment, I do feel like the evil villain in a love story that separated a poor, loving couple, and yet their love is so strong
Scarlett’s POV“Your eyes are no longer following him around, and when they land on him, there is only a deep running sorrow in there. The worst finally happened...” Granny lets out a long sigh, “I didn’t want you to go through with the wedding because I didn’t want this for you, my poor poor child, I didn’t want you to get hurt so badly that the precious light in your eyes would dim...I guess in the end, I still failed to protect you.”“Granny...!” I murmur in shock. I never knew! Granny does see through everything, and to think we thought we were successful in tricking her.“He hurt you bad this time, didn’t he?” Granny asks me coldly, this time the coldness is directed at Sebastian.Somehow that warms me up more than anything.She is Sebastian’s family first, and she won’t even be mine if I didn't blackmail her grandson. Yet when things went wrong, she took my side without even a question. No family has ever done that for me.But Sebastian’s and my issue is not that simple. There is
Scarlett’s POVThe rest of the party went through smoothly.Sebastian lured me here with the divorcing papers, but I don’t know if I could count on his words when Ava is here to occupy his attention. But after I sent Granny off at the gate, I found not only Sebastian, but another unexpected surprise waiting for me there, too.“She’s not going with you,” Sebastian fires at Adrian the first thing after Granny’s car leaves.Why would Adrian even do that?? He is such a baby!“That’s her decision,” Adrian smirks. Compared to Sebastian’s sullen grumble, Adrian seems charmingly at ease, “even if you still are her husband...technically.”Okay, two babies.“I’m going with--” I try to explain, but Adrian curves his lips--“Miss Dawson and Miss Grey didn’t want to drag you to another taxi ride, and they trusted me with your safety after I got them a taxi a few minutes ago.”Did Aurora just abandon me to my new boss?! Seriously?!“I mean, I really appreciate that, Mr. Dunn, but--”“Also, we do nee
Sebastian’s POVI can barely recognize the woman I married in this new Scarlett.I feel like I killed that fierce girl, somehow.I never knew she could be so hard to talk to. Everything I say she has something sour waiting for me. I thought she wasn’t friendly with Ava, I was sourly mistaken. She proved that she could be a thousand times meaner to Ava if she wanted to.And what shocks me the most is, I can’t feel the burning anger that would got me to sign on those papers that I used to feel all the time.“Ava, please, can you go with Alfred today?” I pull my phone out to call Alfred. I don’t have the energy to deal with the both of them altogether today. I do not like it when I was forced into the marriage, and I would hate it if I’m forced out of it also.And Adrian is not helping. He is not the right man for Scar.Maybe it's just men’s ridiculous ego clouding my judgment. But I just don’t want to let him have Scarlett. I hate the idea of him touching her, or any man, to be honest.I
Scarlett’s POVIt’s a bit ridiculous to hear Ava accusing Sebastian of loving me, but in some way, I know where she’s coming from.Sebastian has always loved her, but she was far from his only girl.Ava is one year older than me and three years younger than Sebastion. To a teenager, three years is a long gap. For a very long time, Sebastian only saw Ava as a little sister that he wanted to protect, not a lover. I know because he had his share of girlfriends throughout highschool, even college.It wasn’t until I married him that I got to know: Sebastian broke up with those girls, often at Ava’s request.Apparently his girlfriends tend to grow a habit of bullying Ava. Being Ava’s “biggest bully”, I don’t know how much of those stories are true.I feel sorry for those girls dating a guy who doesn’t have a whole heart to give, but who am I feeling pity for? I chose myself a guy who had no sherd of his heart to spare for me.Still, even if Ava framed them on purpose, I sort of understand --
Sebastian’s POVShe doesn’t love me now. Still having a hard time getting used to it, but I can’t deny that anymore.It’s not supposed to be like this, but I feel like I lost something precious. How could you feel bad for losing something you never wanted in the first place? How is that fair?! I didn’t want it, but she forced her love into my hand, and now she is taking it back, still by force. I never had a chance to make a decision in this.Never in my life, have I ever felt what “unreachable desire” is until now.I never knew what I had until it was lost. But it was gone too fast. One second, it was as solid as the ground under my feet, and the next second it was just gone. How could someone shut down their love, so firm and decisive?She didn’t just take care of our house, she built a home for us. When I “go home”, she should be there. With a smile, in a lingerie, cooking. Anything. It was a place where no problem could penetrate, where I could rest and refresh for the next day. Sh
Scar bursts out in tears, hitting him and clawing him and kicking him everywhere she could, “I will never forgive you! Ever! I was blind to have fallen for you, but now I know better! If you want a piece of advice, here is one: never love someone who doesn’t love you. And I, don’t, love, you! Never again!”The man stands there, letting every word slam on his heart like little hammers. But no matter how much they hurt, he just can’t seem to let go. How could he when he knows what real love tastes like now? She says it as if loving him was a mistake. It wasn’t. It was the best thing that could ever have happened to him.The mistake was that he didn’t cherish it, because he didn’t realize what he had.“You said you would give me a chance if our daughter didn’t die,” The man says.“I didn’t say that!” Scar snaps.Lilith listens carefully--“You didn’t say no either,” The man says calmly. It’s not a funny joke, but he is not laughing because every muscle in him is stretched tight, restrain
In the end, Lilith told Sebastian everything she knew, didn’t get anything out of that man, AND got pushed into the small bedroom -- to avoid Scar.She didn’t notice the door on the wall behind his desk when she first went into his office. The door is small, the room smaller -- just enough for a single bed, a table and a floor mirror. Nothing more. The owner of the room didn’t put any thoughts into comfort when he was deciding the ufnction of the room.The bed is not made. Someone just used it very recently. The table is, magically, messier. On its top piled papers, folders, and notes. Whoever left them there, left them in an order that he might recognize, but no others could.Lilith dares not touch anything. Turning around twice, she ends up standing in the small space between the bed and the door, awkwardly.“Where is your honorable guest?” Scar starts firing the moment she is allowed in. Lilith gets so nervous, her breathe slows down to the lowest, too. Scar might be on fire, think
Sebastian’s words freezes Lilith. His accurate intuiation shocks, but not as much as his aggressive eyes. Looking into his eyes, Lilith knows she can’t win this fight without needing him to say those words. She has seen how tamed this man can be in front of Scar, and that gave her the illusion that he is not dangerous. Not as how any man in his position holding his kind of power should be.How wrong was she.When it comes to anyone but Scar, he is still the predator who is to be reckoned with.She frowns and tries to run, but the man wouldn’t let her open the door: “If you know that Silco might harm Scar and you hide it from me, then it’s on your hand when Scar gets hurt.”“It’s on me when I refuse to deliver Scar into YOURS hands, which are holding Ava Fuller’s filthy bloody ones?!” Lilith fights back fiercely, “Don’t make me laugh! I come here because YOU begged to make amendment, no the other way around!”The man doesn’t show it, but Lilith could see that her words sting. If there
Does she really treat Sebastian differently?Scar doesn’t like touching this question. It stings. He is like a wound on her heart that just won’t heal. Every scar he left on her remains hurting, bleeding, and corrupting nonstop, yet she just can’t seem to gouge it out.If only she could.Why is it so hard to just cut all ties with this man? However she warns herself of the danger this man poses, she keeps finding him back in her life, closer and closer.Unlike Ava who has never even apologized for what happened but basically took all the harm she did on Scar as okay, Sebastian apologizes. He puts up the genuine guilt act all the time. Doing the right thing, that’s his brand. He takes all his chances to apologize, but he still doesn’t understand--His fault is not giving Ava a key to his house. It wasn’t even falling for that simple lie when the
Scar couldn’t answer Silco’s question.What kind of a question was that?! She doesn’t treat them differently! They are all her enemies, and they all played a part in that horrifying night five years ago! When Ava bullied her, Sebastian took Ava’s side; when Ava needed her blood, Sebastian was the one plugging the tube into Scar’s wrist; when Ava tried to murder her child, HIS child, he gave Ava the key to their house! So of course she treats them differently! If Ava was a murderer, then Sebastian was just a stupid tool Ava used; if Ava wanted her dead, Sebastian only failed to protect her.So why that question?!Why SHOULD she treat them as equally evil? She doesn’t only because she is a fair person!Having a bloody battle in her mind, Scar couldn’t help but feel angry when she couldn’t pin down where the anger comes from.It was a simple question, one that she does have an answer for.So why couldn’t she?Why did she feel guilty when Silco asked that, and why did she run from that qu
Silco finally nods with a proud smile, seeing Scar had led her to where he was leading her to go: “I think that would raise our chances by a lot, princess.”Scar’s eyes beam, not at the coming win, but at the proud look from Silco.She doesn’t even realize it.Never in the first twenty years of life has she tasted what being proud of feels like, and that’s not because of a lack of trying. For a very long time, she believed so long as she worked hard, she would get the praise from Jack and Anna just like Ava. She never did.It feels amazing.While Scar is enjoying her newfound secret, forbidden satisfaction, Lilith is amazed at the closeness shared between Scar and Silco that her best friend doesn’t seem to even notice herself. Does Scar still remember that she doesn’t even know the identity of this man? Scar looks up at him like a little lamb at her shepherd.What’s with this sudden, almost-father-daughter vibe?!“So we just wait?” Scar asks Silco, “What if they don’t make a move?”“Y
“Silco!” Still in the euphoric state, Scar springs off the sofa, demanding the man like a little girl, “You knew him?! Elijah Green? Did you know what a weirdo he was?! Who tells people that they look like their dead friend on the first time they meet?! Why on earth did you make me go to that horrible party?! You owe me an explanation!”Silco lets out a smirk, “Dead...friend? Interesting...” He laughs at her pout, rubbing her hair as he leads her back to the sofa: “The party was horrible? Then why did I hear that the Fuller’s mother-daughter pair put on quite a show to entertain?”Well, it WAS quite enjoyable when they panicked as their lies spilled all over the floor before Scar picked it up for them.Scar sticks her tongue out.“Sure, she begged me for mercy,” Scar shrugs, throwing herself back into the sofa with a loud sigh, “but they only wanted to keep up their lies in front of the Green Lady. I have been calling her about our deal and she hasn’t picked up yet. Pretty sure I got
“I have heard a lot about you,” Elijah Green grins at Scar, giving a meaningful glance in the Green Lady’s direction.The Fullers are pasting around the Green Lady again, like two buzzing flies that would always come back. Looking over, Scar couldn’t help but let out a snort, “So have I.” She says with a cold voice, “Is that what this conversation is for?”If he is here to fight for Ava, too. Scar frowns. She swears to God! She would—“I think they are lying to mom,” Elijah Green answers tamely, as if he doesn’t even hear the sarcasm in Scar’s tone. In Scar’s surprised look, the man laughs like a marshmallow, with a childish, mischievous shade in there, “Anyone who looks so much alike my dear -- hmm -- friend, couldn’t be a bully.”Every time he says that, he adds a pause in there as if it originally wasn’t a “friend”, but something else there. Weird. Scar thinks.“...but I bet you are fierce, no? I bet you are kind to people, but take the stand if needed,” Elijah Green is still going
Sebastian is afraid.Never in his life has he been so. How could he not? He is in the face of his final judgement. He only got through the past five years lying to himself that Scar hated him because Alice died, when he managed to save Alice. That’s his one shred of hope. That some day, when he could tell Scar that, all will be forgiven and forgotten.But that’s precisely why he dared not touch it. Because deep down, he knows that the answer is likely to be no.He just doesn’t know how to survive that answer. If his actions would never get forgiveness from the one person he can’t live without. Then what?It takes him all his willpower to force his eyes up to meet Scar’s. His throat so dry that it starts hurting. He grips a fist, hides it in his pocket with his whole body stiff like a rock.There is storm in Scar’s eyes.There is anger, of course. Anger for all that has happened. Anger for all his stupid mistreatment and self-righteousness. Anger for all the hurt he used to meet her lo