All Chapters of Revenge of the Billionaire's Dead Fiance : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ScarletWe stood there under the porch light, none of us speaking at first. The message from Dr. Jude burned in my head like a brand.Ryan broke the silence, his voice low and tense. “If this is true, then how? How would Seraphina even know? How would she connect you to Katherina? And why drag Dr. Jude into this?”Amanda crossed her arms, her face pale. “Yeah… Jude was just your surgeon, Scarlett. Nobody was supposed to know that. Not even Seraphina. You kept that buried. So what’s the link? How the hell does this all tie together?”I shook my head, frustration knotting in my chest. “That’s the thing—I don’t know. Seraphina has no way of knowing he was my doctor. No way of knowing he was the one who… made me Scarlett. Unless…” I trailed off, biting my lip.“Unless what?” Amanda pressed.“Unless someone told her,” Ryan said, finishing for me. His eyes narrowed. “But who? And why now? Jude’s been quiet for years. Then suddenly he’s dead, and he leaves me this?” He tapped his phone, jaw

Scarlet“Make yourself comfortable,” Lysander said, his voice even, calm as always.Comfortable. Right. As if that was possible in a house this enormous, with marble floors gleaming under crystal chandeliers, and him standing there looking like he owned not just the mansion but the entire world.But what really threw me wasn’t the house. It was the boy. His boy.I sat down slowly on the edge of a couch, still replaying the moment Leo’s arms wrapped around me. A son. Lysander had a son. How? Was he married before? Or—no. Could he be Seraphina’s child? My stomach tightened at the thought, but almost instantly I shook it off. No. Impossible. The boy looked nothing like Seraphina. His eyes alone told me that. Those piercing green eyes—eyes that mirrored mine.So if not Seraphina… then what? Did he get some woman pregnant, and she had the child for him? The thought made my chest ache in ways I didn’t understand.“Leo,” Lysander leaned close to the boy, his tone softer now. “I need to work

ScarletThe morning light spilled over the quiet neighborhood, soft and pale. I turned off the engine and sat there for a second, watching Lysander’s house through the windshield. I took a breath, grabbed my purse, and stepped out. My heels clicked softly against the pavement as I walked up the short driveway. When I reached the door, I hesitated. My hand lifted to knock—then the door swung open.We almost collided.“Oh—”“Sorry,” Lysander said at the same time.For a second, we just stared at each other. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, hair slightly tousled, like he’d been rushing. Then a small voice broke the moment.“Aunt Scarlet!”Leo’s grin hit me first—wide and pure. Before I could say anything, he threw his arms around my legs. I almost stumbled, then laughed, crouching down so we were face-to-face.“Hey, champ. You’re getting stronger,” I said, brushing his hair back.He giggled, eyes bright. “I told Daddy you’d come! I told him you like me!”“Is that so?” I teased, glancin

LysanderThe ride back was quiet. Leo hummed in the back seat, tracing patterns on the fogged window with his finger. Scarlet sat beside me, her hands folded neatly on her lap, her gaze turned to the blur of streetlights sliding past.The blue paint was gone, but a faint streak still glimmered against her hairline, catching light when she moved. I wanted to say something about it, but the words stayed caught somewhere between my chest and throat.When we reached her house, I parked by the curb and stepped out before she could. The night air was cool, heavy with the smell of wet asphalt and pine. I walked around and opened her door.She blinked at me, surprised. “You didn’t have to do that, sir.”“Habit,” I said, forcing a small smile. “Also… I wanted to apologize. For today.”Her brows drew together. “It wasn’t your fault.”“Still,” I said quietly, “you shouldn’t have been put in that position. Thank you for coming anyway. Leo had a great day because of you.”She looked down at her sh

Scarlet stood by the sink, hands buried in warm, soapy water. The scent of lemon dish soap floated in the air, mixing with the faint hum of the refrigerator.Plates clinked softly as she rinsed them, one after another, stacking them neatly on the drying rack.Amanda leaned against the counter, half-eating an apple, half-listening.“I swear,” Scarlet said, shaking her head with a small laugh. “The man was crying like a baby. Like—real tears, Amanda. I didn’t even know what to do. Just stood there while he soaked my shirt.”Amanda smiled. “You? The ice queen herself?”Scarlet flicked water at her. “Don’t start.”She dropped another plate onto the rack, the sound dull and heavy. “It’s… confusing. He’s confusing me. I came here to ruin him, to make him pay for what he did. But now—”Her voice trailed off. The water kept running, steady, like it was filling the silence for her.Amanda walked closer, set the apple down. “Scar, that’s normal. You’re human.”Scarlet didn’t look up.Amanda con