A Study In Scarlet Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Novels & Stories

Scarlet stood in the middle of her bedroom, breathing heavily. Her hands trembled with rage. Photographs lay scattered across the marble floor. One showed Bruno carrying Tony. Another captured Lidia standing beside him. Another… Bruno gently holding Lidia’s hand outside Gennado’s mansion. Scarlet’s nails dug into her palms until tiny drops of blood appeared. “No…” Her voice shook. “No!” She swept everything from her dressing table with one furious motion. Perfume bottles crashed to the floor. Jewelry boxes burst open. The room echoed with destruction.

There were tables set around, a champagne tower, buffet tables, waiters walking around with glasses and people dressed magnificently for the occasion. “I don't think I can do this,” I shakily looked up at Mikhail. All my preparation was out the window. “You're in no position to choose, Marlowe,” he said passively as his eyes scanned the room. “If anyone asks and insists like that lady just did, tell them you're my girlfriend and we've been private. We met in high school and we met again recently,” he leaned forward and finally settled his eyes on me. “Got it?” He leaned forward and brushed his lips over my ear.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Chapter 9 Scarlett's POV "Don't move." I didn't. I couldn't have, even if I wanted to. My whole body had gone taut, waiting, my eyes locked on his in the mirror like looking away might break whatever spell had settled over the room. In the silky, skimpy nightdress, the top of my breasts were exposed in the mirror to his eyes and I hated that I couldn't cover myself up. I only watched and struggled vainly while he stared at my chest as if he was considering the many ways he could engrave his name there and brand me as his.

The fir scent in the air grew stronger, accompanied by a heavy, dangerous presence. I felt a hot, cold gaze locked on me. Then, a cold, rough finger slowly traced my neck. The finger moved down my collarbone, a sign of deadly danger. I snapped my eyes open. In the moonlight, a handsome face was hovering above me. Caspian was wearing a half-open black shirt, the muscles of his chest faintly visible. He was looking down at me. "Ah—!" I gasped, instinctively trying to back away, but I was already at the edge of the bed.

The whole ballroom was burning in jealousy. Their absolute dream was dancing with someone else, giving all his attention to the woman most of them never liked. However, Scarlett was the only person unaffected by those stares as she was the one dancing. Yet, her motive was never to get married but to hold the relic of her mother. And while moving one step ahead to get what she wished for, Scar also gets to know something else. His odour, which did not belong to him when those two nights she was with him!

Scarlet’s perfectly manicured nails tapped impatiently against the polished mahogany table as she stared at the spot where Lucian had been sitting just minutes ago. Her crimson lips were pressed into a thin line, her irritation barely concealed beneath a carefully composed expression. Douglas Chen watched his daughter with an amused smile, swirling the golden liquid in his glass. Unlike Scarlet, he was not the least bit concerned. He had seen men like Lucian before—prideful, calculating, but ultimately predictable.

The luxurious condo, once a symbol of our love, now resembled a tomb for our broken promises. The gentle radiance of the light only added to the haunting atmosphere, reflecting the devastating truth that was unfolding before me. Their blatant disregard for their surroundings only compounded the pain of betrayal that pierced my heart. My heart raced as my eyes widened in shock. Time seemed to slow down as I processed the heart-wrenching scene before me. Standing in the doorway, bathed in harsh light, I couldn't look away from the betrayal unfolding in front of me.

Horatio pulled the thick covers up to his sister's chin, then placed a kiss on her cheek. "Sleep well," he whispered. ''I need to talk to you about something April told me,'' Scarlet told Horatio. The two headed to Horatio's room. Once there, Scarlet sat cross-legged on his bed. "I picked up a scent while we were in Nikki's room. It was fading but still there," Horatio said. Scarlet looked at him. She hardly heard a word he said. Her mind was elsewhere. ''Oh, who did it belong to?'' "It was Tiffany's," Horatio said.

Alfred asked hastily. The Scarlet Thief's information was publicized a long time ago, so Alfred recognized the corpse almost right away. However, modern technology was far too advanced and the Scarlet Thief was too skilled in hiding, so he needed a DNA test to ensure that they killed the Scarlet Thief instead of someone else. "Yes! Mister Glasbey, here are the results. According to the test, the body's fingerprint and physical characteristics match the Scarlet Thief's profile. I can say for sure that this body belongs to the Scarlet Thief," Captain Scots said as he handed the report to Alfred.