Semua Bab Under the Mistletoe with my Ex's Brother : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Scarlet's Pov Lucas's mouth opened and closed. No sound came out. His arm was still around her but she was pulling away now, stepping back, her eyes locked on his face. "You told her what?" Savannah's voice was rising now, getting sharper with each word. "You told my sister that we were getting divorced?" "Savannah, I can explain—" "Explain what?" She shoved his arm off her shoulders hard enough that he stumbled back a step. "Explain that you lied to her about us? Explain that while I was two months pregnant with your child you were texting her trying to get her back?" "It wasn't like that—" "Then what was it like, Lucas?" Her voice cracked but there was fury underneath it now, real and raw. "What exactly did you tell her?" "It was— I was upset after the fight with Damian and I just—" He was stammering, his hands coming up defensively, his eyes darting between Savannah's face and mine like he was trying to figure out which fire to put out first. "It was just a conversatio

Victoria's Pov The grip around my neck was not hard enough to hurt. Not squeezing. Just there. His fingers wrapped around my neck with enough pressure that I went completely still, my eyes going wide. "Listen very carefully," he said, his voice dropping to something I'd never heard before. Something dark and dangerous and absolutely serious. "You're going to stay away from Scarlet. You're going to stay away from her career, her cases, her office, her life. If I find out you've gone near her again I will destroy you so completely you'll wish I'd just had you arrested." I couldn't breathe. Not because he was squeezing but because the look in his eyes was genuinely terrifying. "There is nothing I won't do for her," he continued. "No line I won't cross. No person I won't hurt. So if you value your career, your freedom, and your life, you will stay far away from my wife. Do you understand?" I managed a small nod, my heart hammering against my ribs. He let go and stepped back, his fac

Damian's POVI made it back to the penthouse in fifteen minutes flat, running two red lights and nearly sideswiping a taxi on Fifth Avenue.I didn't care.The only thing in my head was Scarlet's face when she'd turned away from those balcony doors, the devastation in her eyes before the rage took over and ushe'd slapped me hard enough that my face was still stinging.I pulled into the parking garage and my headlights caught them immediately.Scarlet standing next to her car with bags already loaded in the trunk, Mrs. Clara hovering nervously beside her with Jace's hand gripped tight in hers, and Jace himself looking small and confused in his pajamas with his dinosaur stuffed animal tucked under one arm.They were actually leaving.I threw my car into park and was out before the engine fully stopped."Scarlet!"She looked up and her entire face hardened into something I'd never seen before, something cold and final that made my chest tighten."Mrs. Clara, take Jace to the car," she sai

Scarlet's Pov I woke up to sunlight stabbing through hotel curtains that weren't quite thick enough and the disorienting feeling of not knowing where I was for a full three seconds.Then it all came rushing back.The gala. Victoria. The kiss. Damian's face when I'd slapped him. The way I'd driven away with Jace half-asleep in the backseat asking questions I couldn't answer.I turned my head. Jace was curled up beside me in the king-sized hotel bed, his dinosaur tucked under his chin, his small chest rising and falling with the deep steady breathing of a child who'd finally fallen asleep after crying for twenty minutes because he didn't understand why we'd left home in the middle of the night.My phone buzzed on the nightstand.I reached for it with a hand that felt too heavy, my entire body aching like I'd run a marathon instead of just lived through the worst night of my life.And God! I felt so miserable!Twenty-three missed calls. Seventeen from Damian. Four from numbers I didn't

Scarlet's POVI was still kneeling on the cold bathroom tile when I heard the hotel room door open.Dr. Kim's voice cut through the quiet, calling my name with the particular tone of someone who was worried but trying not to show it."Scarlet? Are you here?"I tried to answer but another wave of nausea rolled through me and I was retching again even though there was nothing left in my stomach except bile and fear.The bathroom door opened.Dr. Kim took one look at me hunched over the toilet with my hair falling in my face and her expression shifted immediately into professional concern."How long have you been sick?"I couldn't answer. Couldn't form words around the terrible realization that was starting to take shape in the back of my mind, the thing I'd been pushing away but couldn't ignore anymore.She knelt beside me and put one hand on my back, warm and steady."Scarlet." Her voice was gentle. Patient. "When was your last period?"And there it was.The question that made everythi