ログインScarletI stared at my reflection in the mirror, but I didn't recognize the woman looking back.The dress clung to my skin like a second, suffocating layer of ice. Chloe had done my makeup, masking the red, swollen evidence of my breakdown with expensive concealer and heavy makeup.“You look breathtaking,” Chloe whispered in a tight voice. She was picking up the bags she’d dropped earlier, refusing to meet my eyes because she knew. She knew this dress was just a costume for a fucking nightmare.“I look like a doll,” I muttered, grabbing a clutch bag. “A fucking expensive, wind-up doll.”I took deep breaths and walked out of my room. It was time to put on a good reality show for the whole world to see.I walked downstairs, my heels clicking like ticking time bombs against the hardwood. Julian was waiting at the bottom of the staircase. He had changed into a sharp, black suit that made him look like a goddamn hot predator in a tuxedo.He looked up. His breath stopped, just for a spli
ScarletThe front door slammed so hard that the entire house seemed to shudder. I flinched, my hand flying to my chest. The mug of tea I’d been holding rattled against the coaster as I scrambled to my feet. Julian was already in the living room, his coat discarded in a heap behind him. He looked like he’d been dragged through hell and back; his tie was hanging loose, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes… they were dark, burning, and completely unhinged.I took a shaky step back, my heart slamming against my ribs. "Julian? Is everything okay?"He didn't answer. He just stalked toward me, the air around him crackling with a terrifying, jagged energy. I felt my throat go dry. My father’s bills. The treatment. I can’t piss him off.He stopped just inches from me, his presence suffocating. I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze, my legs feeling like lead."We need to talk," he rasped, his voice sounding like gravel."Okay," I whispered, keeping my voice as small as possible. I loo
JulianMy heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird as I stepped into my father’s office. The air here was filled with the smell of stale tobacco and the suffocating weight of decades of lies. My father was down the hall in his bedroom, wheezing his life away, but the room still felt like his cold, dead eyes were watching me."Charity," he’d barked.I stormed over to the desk, shoving aside documents and confidential files. I ripped the drawer open, and I saw the document titled Charity. There it was. A thin, leather-bound file. I yanked it out, but the corner caught on the metal track.Then I heard a click.The back panel of the desk slid forward an inch. I frowned as I pulled the panel all the way open. It wasn't a standard drawer. It was a shallow, hidden compartment built into the wood. My breath stopped as I reached in and pulled out a small, dust-covered envelope.I looked back at the door. I was alone. I tore the envelope open, and a black-and-white photograph slid ou
JulianThe silence in the foyer was suffocating, heavy with the stench of my own failure. I didn’t look back at the stairs where Scarlett had just disappeared, her stinging words still echoing against the marble like gunshots. My jaw ached from clenching it so hard that my teeth felt like they might crack.I grabbed my coat from the chair, the heavy wool feeling like a lead weight in my hands. Every movement felt mechanical. I didn't say a word to the staff, just shoved the front door open and stepped out into the biting afternoon air.My driver was standing by the black car, his posture stiff, sensing the storm radiating off me. I didn't even look at him. I yanked the passenger door open, the metal handle cold against my palm, and threw myself into the back seat."Drive," I spat, the word barely a growl."Yes, sir," he muttered, quickly sliding behind the wheel.The car roared to life, the tires biting into the gravel as we tore away from the estate. I stared out the tinted window
JulianThe phone on my desk vibrated again, the screen illuminating the dark study. It was Lady Eleanor.I didn't answer. I let it ring out, my thumb tracing the rim of my whiskey glass. The liquid amber swirled, catching the dim light of the room. When the vibration finally stopped, I stood up and threw the glass against the brick fireplace. It shattered into a hundred glittering shards.I didn't care about the glass. I cared about the humiliation.I marched out of the study and stepped into the foyer just as the heavy oak front doors flew open. Scarlett stumbled inside. Her neat low bun was destroyed, strands of dark hair whipping across her face. The pale blue dress was stained, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Smears of black mascara tracked down her pale cheeks.She froze on the bottom step of the staircase when she saw me."You're late for lunch, Scarlett," I said, my voice dropping to a freezing tone that usually made grown men flinch.In my right hand, the phone bega
ScarlettThe car drove into a huge mansion filled with guards and maids walking up and down. The driver slowly drove down the path and stopped at the front of a huge door. A security guard opened the door and I stepped out feeling nervous. A maid with a cold expression was there to usher me in. The door groaned as I stepped into the house. The cool, stale air of the foyer clings to her skin. The house felt less like a home and more like a museum. The maid with the expression as wooden as the floorboards beneath them, gestured for me to follow.They moved through a labyrinth of dimly lit corridors and the silence was broken only by the rhythmic click of my heels. Finally, the maid paused before a set of double doors, placing a soft knock before pushing them open.The room beyond was bathed in the amber glow of a dying fire. Eleanor sat by the hearth, a book resting forgotten in her lap. As I stepped into the room, Eleanor rose with a grace that made the space feel suddenly smaller.
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
SCARLETHe’s going to kill me.Those were the words that kept echoing through my mind as the car zoomed forward. Despite all the celebration and splendor, we had left the cathedral in Julian’s limousine. The metaphorical start to our new lives as newly-weds.Julian’s gaze was focused on the window.
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
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







