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Scarlett’s POV“I’m sorry for your loss, but this is the first time I’m hearing about this,” I talk to the guy, and taking a glimpse into his sad story, I find it easier to talk in a sympathy tone, “May I know her name?”He shoots me a glare, but he grumbles: “Sparrow. Sparrow Ryan.”“That’s a cute name,” I try to smile at him. I actually feel like I do know that name. My brain stores a glimpse of that name because it was so special. But I can’t remember what happened to her. It wasn’t registered anywhere near Sebastian though.If her death had anything to do with Sebastian, I would know. I picked up everything about him like drops of treasures.“Wait, I know her!” Ava suddenly takes a surprised gasp, “She jumped off a building for Justin Roland! She was his stalking fan--”Did her energy-lacking brain malfunction? All words out of Ava are products of serious calculation, always. I have never seen her blurting things so recklessly against her innocent act.She realized her mistake eve
Sebastian’s POVHis name doesn’t ring a bell, but his daughter’s does.The moment I realized it was the kidnapper speaking, I put the call on speaker and wrote down the name for Jim. They pulled out his whole life with lightning speed.But I didn’t need that anymore.Justin Roland was a talented actor, but being a nobody, he had never got any role deserving of his talent before I signed him four years ago. Struggling with tuition for college, he was going to drop out of high school to be a model. Upon hearing that, I offered him a movie under the condition that he would go through college. He did, with excellent grades.The girl, Sparrow Ryan was a high school classmate of his. I don’t want to speak ill of the dead, so let’s just stick with the fact that Roland had a high school sweetheart who he married last year, and the Ryan girl did not like that.She jumped off a building on Roland’s wedding day.I normally don’t follow this detailedly into events like this happening in one of my
Sebastian’s POVJim makes an “okay” gesture at me at the same time. They traced Liam Ryan’s location and he is telling the truth. Jim raises a paper at me, on which it wrote [stall, planting sniper].“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I speak into my phone, trying to think of anything to say to stall without him noticing, “Do you want me to bring Justin Roland with me? You think he is the murderer, no?”He pauses, obviously taken by surprise at my suggestion.“That’s true...yeah, take that bastard,” He grumbles, “His wife, too!”“Okay, I’ll pick them up on my way over,” I assure him, walking out as I keep talking, “I didn’t know this had anything to do with his wife though?”“That bitch spared no effort mudding my sparrow!”“But--”“Stop stalling and shut the fuck up! Or I might just kill one, just to pass time!”He hangs up. I glance at Jim, and he nods: “You did good. I’ll come with. Brief me about this Justin person?”Honestly, there isn’t much to tell. Justin has been with his curr
Sebastian’s POVJim took the shotgun. Upon Justin’s words, he exchanges a glance with me in the rear mirror with an unexplainable look. That’s a look mixed with confusion, surprise, and condemnation.Condemn that the story I told him was obviously biased. I told him what I heard from Justin, and because I trusted Justin, I assumed that was the truth. I forgot how people can make mistakes, even if they meant well. I don’t think Justin lied to me, but I think he didn’t tell the whole story because...He didn’t know the whole truth.Justin looks me right in the eyes, and I see a lost kid who is crying for help with the desperation in the tears twirling in there.“Justin, tell me what happened,” Using a firm but gentle tone, I grab the back of his neck and knead, like how I did with my little brother, “You can tell me. I’m here for you.”“I don’t know...!” The moment he opens his mouth, he burst into a hysterical rant, “I’m so fucking tired! I don’t know what to do! Everything I do is hor
Sebastian’s POVWe didn’t show up in front of Liam Ryan right away.If his goal was to hurt me, then there is no telling what he would do when he sees me. If he pushes one of the girls off at the sight of me, then everything is lost. We stopped the car far away from the building, and approached by foot. I wanted to leave Justin in the car, but he insisted on sticking with us just in case his absence would rile up Liam Ryan.He is a good kid, when it comes to serious business. He is just lost...blind, to his own feelings.I still think that Sparrow Ryan’s death cast a shadow on his would-have-been-perfect marriage, but it could be my own personal feelings talking. I just see a lot of me and Ava in Justin. He and Annie wanted each other, and they shared a special past that can’t be replaced. The only difference is, I caved into my Sparrow when he married his Ava.If Sparrow Ryan didn’t brand their marriage with her death, then Justin wouldn’t be such a mess. Her desire for Justin turned
Scarlett's POVThe building’s structure is like a hotel. The elevator is designed in the center, with two lines of small rooms going around it. We were in one of the rooms on the inner lines, and the light we saw came through the room on the outer circle.I didn’t know this until Liam Ryan dragged both Ava and me out of the room, through a pitch-dark hallway, to a huge hole in the center of the building.The half-built elevator shaft is like the enormous mouth of a monster lurking in the dark, waiting for us to drop in.The back of our chairs are inches away from the edge. I dare not to move, turn, or even peek at the abyss behind me, and I’m already getting dizzy from acrophobia.I’m going to puke...“Scared?” Liam Ryan smirks at me, “You weren’t looking so pale when I pulled you up from right that hole behind you, with that pulley.”I turn my head slightly, only to see what I can only call a middle school student craft homework. It’s just a few wheels with a rope! I can’t believe th
Scarlett’s POVI don’t want to get into an argument now. I’m too scared to be so close to an abyss that my limbs are all freezing. Besides, I don’t want to lower myself to the level of sabotaging another just to survive, though she might deserve it.“Did you know all these?” Liam Ryan turns to me with a cruel smile.He is standing between Ava and me, his back facing the abyss. Just one stumble could lead to his definite death. And Sebastian is obviously thinking the same because Liam Ryan laughs coldly at Sebastian: “Any funny movement from you, or any bullets from anywhere, I will take these two chairs down with me, along with their passengers.”Dead silence.And the next second Sebastian taps on his ear as he tells Liam Ryan: “They won’t come close. Don’t do anything reckless.”“Ohh, I’m not reckless, I know what I’m doing,” Liam Ryan smirks evilly, “Sebastian Knight, do you? Do you know where your heart lies?”If he dared to say my name, I'm going to fucking haunt him when I turned
Scarlett’s POVI close my eyes in desperation.I really should have told him that I have his baby in me. He might still choose to sacrifice me, but he wouldn’t do it this decisively without even a pause.For a moment I really want to lash out like Liam Ryan did. I want to struggle and shout and curse and say to hell with everyone and drag everything to hell with me. In that moment I feel Liam Ryan. He didn’t even care about a 90 billion worth company. All he wanted was a solace of justice. He wanted only fair treatment.What did I do wrong in all this? Should I have not loved the kind boy who saved me all these years? Should I have left the city when Mom “needed” me? Should I have told him the truth five years ago?What did I do wrong?!I sort of put together Sparrow’s story in Liam Ryan’s rumble here and there. Basically, Justin mistook Annie for Sparrow, and just like how I found out about the truth when Justin proposed to his Ava, Sparrow stood up and told the truth.Except no one
“Scar mama, are you okay?”Alice’s lovely voice pulls Scar’s gaze back from outside the window.“Yes, of course,” Scar picks Alice up into her arms, putting a smile on, “When did you come, hmm?”Lilith has been coming over every day recently, claiming it’s just because she misses Scar. Scar indulges her story, but she knows there is more -- Lilith is a simple person, and she can’t hide a secret. If she doesn’t force out a smile every time when Scar looks at her, while failing to hide the concern in her eyes, there might be a slight chance that her lame excuse might actually slide.“Just now,” Alice drags Scar over to the piano, “Papa Vandy is giving me a piano class later.”Scar cocks her eyebrow at Lilith, who forces yet another awkward, nervous smile just in time.A lame excuse is a lame excuse, whether it's missing her or a piano class. Lilith is worried about her. Well, she has been worried about her ever since she found Scar in that institution, so that’s no news. What intrigues
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