LOGINScarlett's POVHis hand was still on my neck.It wasn't squeezing. It wasn't hurting. But it was there. Present. Reminding me who was in charge in that moment. His fingers resting on my skin, his thumb on the vein where my pulse beat. My heart racing. My breath caught.His eyes were fixed on mine. Dark. Intense. Waiting.I thought fast.I couldn't push him away. A woman with nothing to hide wouldn't react with violence to a gesture like that. She would react with surprise. With confusion. With something else.I took a deep breath. The air entered my lungs. It hurt. But it kept me alive.I raised my hand. Slowly. I grabbed his tie. I pulled him toward me. He came. Without resisting. His eyes widened slightly. But he didn't pull back.We were inches apart. His breath on my face. Mine on his. His scent. The same damn scent."You're squeezing my neck, Marcus." My voice came out low. Almost a whisper. "Is that supposed to scare me?"He didn't answer. His hand on my neck trembled. His finge
Scarlett's POVThe bouquet lowered.Marcus.My heart raced. I felt the blood rise to my cheeks. But I kept my calm. The mask. Scarlett Moore. Not Emily Parker.He smiled. That smile I knew all too well. That smile that made women fall at his feet. But I wasn't just any woman."Good evening, Mr. Sterling." My voice came out polite. Firm. "To what do I owe the honor?"He tilted his head. His eyes roamed over me. Slowly. From my face. To my neck. To the robe. To my bare legs. Then back to my face."You worried me." His voice was low. Deep. "After that disaster at the studio and, then, that meeting at the company, I wanted to talk to you face to face. See if you're all right.""I'm fine." My voice came out firmer now. "As you can see. You didn't need to bother, Mr. Sterling."I stopped. Corrected myself. A slow smile, almost imperceptible, on my lips."Marcus."He didn't smile back. But his eyes changed. They grew darker. More fixed. As if that slip of mine had said more than a thousand w
Scarlett's POV "That means that little socialite just dug her own grave." I looked at the screen again. "And the best part? I didn't even have to try very hard. She did it all by herself. The cow." Helena laughed. "Scarlett, you're wicked. That's exactly what a niece of mine would be like." "I want it to get worse." I looked at her. "I want that woman to lose everything. The money. The fame. Everything. I want her to know what it's like to lose everything she loves. Like I lost." "And she will lose." Helena put her phone away. "The sponsors will keep falling. The most important magazines are canceling everything. Her career is finished. And Marcus? Marcus will be left with his image destroyed." "Good." I felt a smile form on my lips. A cold smile. Vengeful. "Very good." "What comes next?" "What do you think comes next, my daughter?" She raised an eyebrow. "Claire will try to clean up her image. She'll make statements. She'll blame the journalists. She'll blame you. She'll do wh
Scarlett's POV The car stopped in front of the hotel. Helena turned off the engine and turned to me. Her smile was wide, her eyes shining. There was a satisfaction in her I hadn't seen in a long time. "You were magnificent." Her voice was warm. "Seriously, it couldn't have gone better." I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding. My back sank into the seat. "I don't know how I managed it." I looked at my hands. They were still trembling slightly. "When I walked into that room... when I saw all of them there... I swear I felt like I was going to fall apart." "But you didn't." Helena touched my arm. "You stayed firm. Cold. Exactly as we had planned." "It was hard." I confessed. "Seeing Vivienne's face. Seeing Peterson with that little smile of his, as if nothing were happening. Seeing Marcus..." I stopped. I swallowed hard. "And seeing Arthur." Helena was silent for a moment. Then she squeezed my arm. "They don't suspect a thing. Not for a second." "I don't know if
Vivienne's POVThe damned meeting was over.Scarlett Moore and Helena Montgomery, those pests, had just left together, without looking back. The doors closed behind them with a soft click, but to me it sounded like a slap.I stayed seated in my chair. Motionless. My hands resting on the table, my fingers drumming on the wooden surface. A slow gesture. Controlled. A tic I'd had since childhood and had never managed to eliminate.I didn't move. I didn't speak. I just looked at the door through which that little woman had left. That woman in the black suit. That woman who walked into my room as if she owned everything. That woman who looked me in the eyes and didn't blink.Who did she think she was?The shareholders began to stand up. Some murmured among themselves. Others avoided my gaze. Cowards. All of them. They always had been. They spend years milking my money, applauding my decisions, and when a stranger shows up with a folder and a cold smile, they all shrink like rats.I ran my
Scarlett's POVThe door opened.I walked in.The first impact was silence. The entire room turned to me at once. Dozens of eyes. Faces I knew. Faces I hated. Faces that had hurt me.I kept my posture. Shoulders back. Chin up. Firm steps. Every click of my heels echoed on the office floor like a sentence.I didn't look at anyone in particular. I looked at everyone. Like a predator assessing its prey.I passed the first shareholders. Men in suits I had never seen. Women with expensive jewelry who looked at me with curiosity. Some tilted their heads. Others frowned. No one knew who I was. No one had any idea.I kept walking.And then I saw the first familiar face.Vivienne.She was seated at the head of the table, beside Peterson. The gray dress, the blonde hair styled stiffly. Her face pale, her eyes sunken. She was older. Thinner. The illness was consuming her, that was visible. But her gaze was the same. Cold. Arrogant. Calculating.She looked at me. Her eyes traveled over my face, my
Emily’s POV "Simple. For one night, we're nobody. I don't know your name. You don't know mine. And tomorrow, if we run into each other on the street, we don't know each other.""You're crazy." I said."Maybe." He set his glass on the table. "But at least I'm an honest crazy person. Unlike the trai
Emily's POVHis hand remained firm on my waist, preventing me from sinking completely into the mud.The rain streamed down my face, my hair, the dress that now felt as heavy as lead on my body. But I couldn't look away from his eyes. Dark. Intense. As if he could read inside me just by staring.Ano
Emily's POV"What does this mean, Marcus?"My voice came out strange. Too calm. As if I were watching the scene from the outside, from some distant place where the pain couldn't reach.He turned around so fast he almost knocked the redhead off the table."Emily." His eyes widened. Only for a second
Emily's POV "Are you insane?" His voice hissed against my ear, hot and irritated at the same time.Marcus's fingers dug into my waist forcefully, pulling me into the dark corner of the service hallway. The smell of the whiskey I had been drinking mixed with his expensive cologne, the one I had cho







