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I raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet. “What is the passcode?” a voice asked from the other side. Carl smiled. “Two hockey gays,” he whispered back. The heavy black gate creaked open. From the outside, the place looked completely abandoned. Shabby paint, dusty windows, and a faded sign that said it was a shoe mender. But the moment we stepped through the dark tunnel inside, everything changed. We were led into the most breathtaking garden I had ever seen. Hidden flowers bloomed everywhere, soft lights twinkled in the trees, and gentle music floated through the air.

I drove to the front of the gate and I inputted the passcode she sent to me on the keypad by the gate and as soon as it was done, the heavy metal gate automatically swang open by itself and I am in awe of the sight before me. "Holy shit." I cursed as I drove in and saw the long private driveway with beautiful flowers surrounding it, it's almost like I am driving into a garden. The fresh air smelling of the outdoors, like flowers and fresh-cut grass. "Damn this is beautiful." I finally saw the mansion in a distance. "Oh my goodness, this is luxurious." I said as I got to the building itself, it's modern and it has large glass windows and flat roofs, it's classy and it looks fucking expensive,

I wanted to believe that once she was gone… maybe, just maybe, there’d still be hope for me. But her words—her words, they irritated my skin. “How dare you?!” My scream ripped through the silence in the garden—loud and heavy with pain. The rage blurred my vision. The pain crushed my chest. I could barely breathe. And in that moment—I pulled the trigger. BANG! BANG!

Scarlett said, taking his little hand. "Okay!" Theo nodded obediently. They went to the backyard. Scarlett borrowed a pair of pruning shears from the gardener and started trimming the rare flowers and plants. Watching from the side, the gardener felt his heart break. There she goes again-this little menace is destroying his precious plants. "Mommy's so good at trimming!" Theo clapped excitedly. The gardener really wanted to ask: Little master, are you... visually impaired? Those flowers were being cut into bare sticks. How is that "good"?

The pressure was gentle, but the warning was crystal clear: "Remember why we're partners. It's about destroying the Ferraris, nothing else. Don't go where you don't belong." "I can fake someone's death, but I can also make it real." My breathing hitched for just a moment. Then I smiled and covered his hand with mine. "Of course, Mr. Rosetti. We're the perfect team." He hesitated, then released me: "My private doctor says your scars are treatable. Start preparing—we'll schedule the surgery soon." My eyes lit up. As he headed for the door, I called out: "Your face—why don't you consider getting yours fixed too?"

“Then perhaps the middle ground deserves to die.” For the first time, Isolde said nothing. Scarlett approached Rhea the next morning near the moon garden arch. There was less distance in her steps this time. Rhea had gone out early, before most of the household became brave enough to stare openly. Darian followed at a respectful pace. The air smelled of wet earth after rain, and the garden stones still shone dark beneath the weak morning light. Scarlett wore pale gray rather than silver. Rhea noticed. Scarlett noticed that she noticed.

He was shirtless, jeans hanging low, a sheen of sweat across his chest like he’d been working out here in the heat for a while before I wandered in. A scar cut through his left eyebrow and down, thin and deliberate looking. Tribal tattoos ran up both arms and across his collarbone in dark patterns that looked ancient. He looked dangerous. Not the kind that made threats. The kind that never needed to. “I’m so sorry,” I said quickly, holding up the sunflower like evidence of a crime. “You must be the gardener ,I didn’t mean to trespass, I was just walking and I heard the sounds of the stream. I will replace it if you want me to “

Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look alot like me when I lost my wings Dear baby bird don't be discouraged maybe freedom doesn't come in touching the sky Chorus You can fly in the ocean You can soar in your soul you don't need wings to feel free Dear baby bird Dear sparrow Don't feel pressure I know you just wanted to heal Dear sparrow Just hush now may be freedom comes when We don't need to make a sound You can fly and the ocean You can soar in your soul You don't need wings to feel free I know you can fly Dear sparrow Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look a lot like me When I lost my wings " Scars to your beautiful " by Alessia Cara She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she kno

Chapter 21 Scarlett's pov "It's beautiful," I whispered more to myself than to Nora as I looked around the garden I had nurtured with all my heart. "I know right," Nora smiled at me before she turned and walked forward. Tears pricked the back of my eyes as I looked around the garden. Different emotions surged through me but I decided to settle on contentment. Content knowing I had left my mark in this pack and even after I was dead my garden still stood tall, beautiful, and proud...reminding everyone I was once a part of this pack.