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He’s going to kill me.
Those were the words that kept echoing through my mind as the car zoomed forward.
After all the celebration and splendor, we left the cathedral in Julian’s limousine. The metaphorical start to our new lives as newlyweds.
Julian’s gaze was focused on the window. The fact that he wasn’t even looking my way only made my stomach twist harder.
“Julian.” I didn’t realize when his name left my lips.
Steel eyes turned to me, and for a moment, my breath caught in my throat. I summoned back all the courage I could muster.
“It’s not what you think. I—”
“Farlow.”
My stomach dropped. His eyes were on the driver now.
“Yes, boss.”
“Privacy.” His order was crisp.
The man nodded, and a black partition slowly slid down behind him. It was just us now. No one was watching.
Slowly, Julian moved an inch towards me. I backed away on instinct, trying to put as much space between us as I could.
But I was no match for him. He grabbed my chin roughly, his nails sharp enough to dig into flesh.
Was he going to hurt me for lying? I wouldn’t fault him if he wanted to. We had lied to him, and now I’d be paying the price for it.
“Not here.” He leaned forward, his lips only inches away from mine.
And then, he let go of me.
It stung how easy it was for him to turn back to something else, like I wasn’t even worth his time. Then again, it wasn’t like he had wanted me from the onset.
He wanted my stepsister. I had forced my way in at my stepmother’s insistence.
Would he understand if I explained it to him like that?
*****
After thirty minutes of long, grueling silence, we finally reached a building.
It towered over every other thing that surrounded it, high enough that I swore it could touch the clouds.
It was all glass, steel…and unending money.
“Out.”
Julian’s cold voice brought me back to reality. I tried to shuffle towards the door, but my ribs were hurting so badly from how tightly the dress had been fitted.
The doorman ended up coming to my rescue, opening the door with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
Julian got out by himself and immediately walked to the entrance without a single glance.
I pushed down the bile threatening to rise in my throat and hurried after him. He didn’t slow down for even one second, and by the time I caught up with him, I was almost out of breath.
Julian gestured to the open elevator, and I stepped in. He walked in after me, then hit the option for the top floor. Ninety-ninth.
The ride there felt like it would take an eternity. Julian was silent by my side, not even giving me so much as a single glance.
By the time the doors of the elevator opened, I stood face-to-face with his luxurious penthouse. A small gasp left me as I stepped in.
The place was more magnificent than anything I had ever seen. Expensive furniture and plush seats that probably cost more than I made in three years.
“Done with your sightseeing?”
My stomach dropped, and I was brought back to reality. I turned to Julian and slowly nodded.
He walked to the bar cart in the corner, poured out two glasses of whiskey, and then came back.
“Sit.” He handed me one.
I took it with trembling fingers, then slowly lowered myself onto one of the sofas. Julian was still standing, eyes sharp enough to pierce through me where I stood.
“Drink.”
My heart was slamming loudly in my chest with every passing second.
“I—I don’t dr—”
“That wasn’t a suggestion.” His eyes darkened instantly. “Drink.”
I took in a shaky breath, then pressed the glass to my lips and took a sip. The instant burn made me spit it out without thinking. I coughed and hacked a bit, my eyes turning to Julian with dread.
He didn’t say anything, simply circling me intently.
“Scarlet Lawson.” He finally said
My breath hitched.
“Sister to Vivian Lawson.” He swirled the drink in his glass, one hand in his pocket. “The woman whom I was meant to marry.”
“Stepsister.” The words came out before I could hold back.
My situation was precarious enough. I didn’t need people misidentifying the relationship between her and me.
Julian didn’t react to this. Instead, he stopped before me, leaning close enough that I was sure he could hear how hard my heart was pounding.
“Why lie to me?”
Tears instantly blurred my vision at his question. “I didn’t mean to. I swear I didn’t.”
“Save the tears for when I’m ready to punish you.” He glared. “Answer my question.”
I took a shaky breath to calm myself. Then, I told him everything. How my stepmother had cornered me, my father being on the brink of death. And how marrying him had been an ultimatum from her.
“I’ve been told we looked identical for the longest time,” I said, my voice surprisingly hollow.
“She said it would be for one month only. Once we were paid for the marriage contract, my father would live. And this…I’d be done with this marriage.”
He held my gaze for a brief moment. It felt like he could read through me with his eyes alone.
Slowly, he swirled the drink in his glass, watching it like it was more interesting than me.
“Do you know why I went ahead with this shotgun marriage?”
I slowly shook my head. “No.”
“My father has stage four lung cancer. His goal has always been to make sure I’m settled before he dies. And my mother…she wants to get my shares by manipulating someone close to me that she can control.” He finally met my gaze. “A daughter-in-law.”
Carefully, he set the drink aside and turned to me.
“She wanted me to marry someone they could control. Someone prim, proper, and compliant enough. Someone like Vivian.”
My brows furrowed. “I’m not Vivian. But then again, if you’re still being forced to do this, why does it matter?”
His eyes narrowed sharply. “Because Vivian is the kind of woman my mother can easily use. She’s pliable, eager enough to spend my money, and can play the role of a trophy wife.”
I flinched when his two hands pressed against the headrest. His body was caging me now, making it almost impossible to move.
“But you.” The glint in his eyes made me shiver. “I can use you.”
I didn’t understand what he meant. My stomach twisted as he leaned forward and grabbed my chin.
“You’ve committed a capital offense by playing pretence and lying to me, so how about we strike a little deal?”
Dread crept up my spine. “What deal?”
“You’ll continue to be Vivian in public. You’ll be the perfect wife, and wear your pretty little smiles whenever I ask you to. In secret, you’re mine wholly. Your obedience and every little secret you carry in your heart. All mine.”
I tried to back away, but he only tightened his grip on my chin.
“Do this well, and I’ll pay your father’s medical bills to the last penny.”
“And what if I refuse?”
His eyes glinted dangerously. “Well, then you’ll say goodbye to your father. And then you and the rest of your family will spend a long time in prison for this deception.
He released his grip, trailing one long finger down my neck. When he reached my chest, he paused.
“How long do you think you can last in prison? Five? Ten years?”
I tried to breathe, but it was hard to focus. My heart was hammering so hard that I feared it would leap out of my chest.
He reached for my face again, breath dancing dangerously against my lips.
The look in his eyes wasn’t love. It was unbridled darkness. I swallowed, realizing I was completely trapped.
“You have no other choice, Scarlet. It’s decided.”
SCARLETThe air still carried the unmistakable hospital smell of alcohol and industrial bleach, a familiar smell that always made my chest feel tight and one that served as a quiet reminder of the long nights I had spent standing vigil by my father’s bedside during his own time of critical care.I knew every corner of these hospital buildings like the back of my hand. I knew how quickly perfectly right things could go awfully wrong. But right now, I couldn’t afford to let my mind drift into the past. I needed to clear whatever issue was waiting downstairs and get back up to the VIP suite. Julian was there, holding the line alone, and his composure was already under enough strain from the live broadcast.When the elevator doors finally opened, I stepped out into the ground-floor reception area and was immediately met with muted pulses of camera flashes from a small crowd of paparazzi and financial reporters, barred from the sidewalk by a thin line of security guards standing shoulde
JULIANEleanor stepped into the waiting room in a frantic, breathless rush straight from the Channel Seven studio. Her hair was slightly loose from its bun, her dress was rumpled, and her chest was heaving as she cosplayed a terrified, broken wife running to her dying husband. Her assistant was by her side, her hands closely tucked in her coat.I moved instantly, intercepting her at the ICU threshold, physically blocking her path with my broad shoulders as I towered over her.Eleanor didn’t make a scene out loud. She just took a single, slow step forward into my personal space. She leaned in near my shoulder, her voice dropping into a low whisper. “Do you really want to do this, Julian?” she asked calmly, her expression entirely smooth. “I’m his wife and legal next of kin.”The sheer certainty of her voice made the fury brewing in me worse. She was right. If I kept her barred from the room under the eyes of their floorboards and chief of staff, it would give her exactly the ammunitio
JULIANSilence wrapped around us again as the minutes dragged out. The hallway was empty, the dim overhead lights casting long shadows across the floor. Pacing felt entirely useless, but sitting still was worse, my mind spinning over everything that had happened in the last few hours.Scarlet stood up, the movement quiet but somehow natural in the empty waiting area. She pulled her jacket tighter around herself, her eyes tracking the rigid lines of my shoulders. She walked to the corner of the waiting room where a commercial vending station hummed quietly against the wall, and she retrieved two heavy paper cups of hot coffee. She walked back over and handed one of the paper cups directly into my hands.“Take it,” she murmured, her fingers brushing against my cold skin. “The wing is freezing tonight. We need to stay warm.” “Thank you,” I said, my voice quiet as the heat from the paper cups seeped into my knuckles. I looked down at the dark liquid, the reality of her presence finally
JULIAN“Marta!” I roared again, the sound ripping through the study as I lowered my father’s limp frame onto the floorboards.She burst through the door, her professional training kicking in instantly. She checked carefully for his pulse, her expression tightening. “His heart is failing. I need to call the ambulance now.” She was already dialing the line before the sentence even fully left her mouth.Within minutes, the sirens blared, cutting through the painful silence of the estate. Everything else that followed was a blur, and I only remembered the ambulance arriving at the hospital and then wheeling him into the ICU.I stood alone outside the ICU, my suit jacket askew and my tie loosened. I dragged my hand through my hair, my knuckles trembling slightly as I did. Marta approached me quietly. “Julian, I have to go. I need to settle some issues with the attorney. After your father had his private medical code reassigned to lock out Eleanor’s spies so she wouldn’t be able to access
ELEANORI sat in the dressing room of my penthouse, staring carefully at my reflection in the mirror as I practiced the slow, heavy descent of my gaze. It was a micro expression I had spent years mastering, the exact visual marker that high society interpreted as deep, internalized sorrow.Today, every movement had to be calculated. The media was a volatile beast; it didn’t care about assets or logic. It simply cared about spectacles and carefully crafted stories.“The car is downstairs, Mrs. Cross,” my assistant murmured, her voice cautious as she stepped into the dressing room. She held a leather folder and a clipboard against her chest, her eyes darting to my face before quickly dropping to the floor.“Is the studio prepared?” I asked, my voice flat. “Yes, ma’am.” She replied quickly. “The Channel Seven team has already set up everything.”“Good.” I stood up from my seat, smoothing down the premium silk fabric of my dress with my hands. “Were there any updates on Silas?”“He’s st
ELEANORIt has been approximately eight hours since the media officially announced the alliance between Martin Vain and me. And in that time span, my phone had been blowing up with calls from people who either wanted to figure out exactly what the alliance meant or wanted to be early enough to join the winning side before the war officially started.The announcement had been nothing short of a carefully planned bombshell that I dropped at the right time. Of course, before I gave the green light for the reveal, I’d already contacted some of the major shareholders on the board and briefed them on the situation. None of them had explicitly taken sides yet, but I was confident that they were leaning towards me, and even if they weren’t, when I was done with my full plan, they would inevitably be on my side. Another call came in on my phone; this time it was from Martin Vain himself.I picked up the call and brought the phone to my ear. “It’s working,” he said immediately, satisfactio
SCARLET’S POVThe entire ride back to Manhattan was awkward but thankfully, rain started halfway through the drive, so I didn't need to say anything. I sat beside Julian with my hands folded tightly in my lap trying not to replay Eleanor’s final words over and over in my head.“Men like Julian Cro
SCARLET“Ding, ding, ding,” The ringtone was alarming but I paid no attention to it since the call wasn't coming from my phone. I was heading to the dining area to be served breakfast but the mobile's ringtone kept picking my attention. “Ding, ding,” it didn't stop and by impulse I went back up th
SCARLETI rarely ever had dreams. But that night, I had a very strange one. It was my father. He was fine this time, smiling and even waving at me.When I tried to reach him, I couldn’t move. I cried and tried to call out to him multiple times but he didn’t move.“Please…please don’t leave me.”He s
SCARLETOn the 5th of July, 2014, Scarlet Lawson died holding white roses.“Where is he?”The priest’s eyes held an impatience that didn’t mirror the calm words that had left him. I turned to the church doors, a part of me hoping he’d miraculously never come through. So that this whole charade woul







