Chapter 13 Scarlet Letter Summary Novels & Stories

Scarlett’s POV I sat on the floor in front of the hearth, watching the last bits of ash crumble into grey dust. The scent of burnt paper still lingered, faint but stubborn, curling through the air like a whisper I couldn’t quite escape. Maria’s letters were gone. Her words, her warnings, her twisted truths reduced to smoke and memory. And yet, somehow, she still felt close. Every time I blinked, I saw her handwriting. Every time Damien spoke, I heard her voice layered beneath his. It was as if she’d carved herself into the spaces between us, refusing to fade no matter how many times we tried to erase her.

Scarlet looked at her feet in shame. “I know I deserve every punishment you want to give me. And I'm in no position to ask you to let me go without it. But even then, with the little hope I have in my heart knowing the goodness within you and your mate, I just wish to be forgiven for my sins. And I'll walk away from your lives. Forever. I'll never come back. I promise.” “Why? Why now?” I gulped looking at Scarlet, trying hard to maintain my emotions. She knew I was asking about why she decided to come clear about everything now. Betrayal, regret, anger— everything hit me like a thunderstorm.

“I’ve been led to this place! I think you can help me!” The women didn’t say a word. Scarlet began to worry that she had made them up entirely. She dragged herself to her feet, battling against the swaying ground, and began to stumble toward the place the women had been, hands outstretched. She’d gotten no more than two paces when lightning struck again. The women were no longer there. Scarlet was plunged back into darkness. She span round, groping, trying to get hold of something, anything. “She seeks answers, dear sisters,” came a wizened voice from behind Scarlet.

She couldn’t help it: as she read the lines, she found herself looking back at Sage, reading them to him. “That’s not the line you’re supposed to read!” Spencer corrected loudly. “You’re reading the wrong line!” Scarlet looked over at him, her face turning red. What a pest. He was beyond annoying, and ruining her moment. “My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss,” Sage read. Again, as he read it, he stared right at Scarlet. This time, Maria looked up, and saw. She realized that Sage was not looking at her, but at Scarlet. And as she did, her face turned red with anger.

When she realized I was awake, she looked at me coldly and hissed, saying, "Sienna, this scene should feel familiar to you." I stared at the platform that was identical to my previous life, and the excruciating pain of being smashed to pieces flooded through my body again. I swallowed nervously in terror. I shouted, "You really are insane!" "I'm not insane! I'm just fighting for my happiness! What did I do wrong?" she yelled hysterically, blaming me as if I were guilty. "God gave us two chances at rebirth. In this life, if you had just stayed loyal to me, Connor would've followed the script and pursued me. Why did you betray me?"

Each took a shiny silver crucifix from inside their waistband, held it up toward her, and began to chant in Latin: Deje Lo que está dentro de ti que seas libre Scarlet felt her insides turning, felt a prickly heat rising on her skin, felt a great rage overcoming her. She lunged forward, letting out a guttural scream, hardly even aware of what she was doing, and in one quick motion, she grabbed each of the strange men and threw them like rag dolls across the room. They each smashed into a wall before collapsing on the floor, lying there unconscious. The house was still again. The only one who remained standing there, trembling, facing her, was the priest she knew. He had not chanted at her, s

Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation. Scarlet wasn’t Arabelle. Once reborn, she took on a new life and identity, her memories erased completely. I was aware of how much effort I needed to get her to fall for me, and I was mistaken that my genuineness would touch her deep inside. Yet, I was so wrong.

As the line went silent, Scarlet allowed herself a moment of quiet contemplation, a sly smile quirking the corners of her lips as she pondered the implications of the discord between Henry and Emily. This was the opening she had been waiting for — a crack in their wall that she could exploit to sow the seeds of chaos and doubt. Her initial plan to turn them against each other had been put aside because of Emily’s pregnancy. Despite her disdain for her sister, Scarlet’s conscience was pricked at the thought of harming an innocent life. She didn’t want to cause any harm to Emily just yet, simply because she didn’t want her revenge to affect the innocent child. She knew she had to bide her time

I start to hear talking as we continue to walk until I see a huge crowd of males and females standing before me. All the talking stop once they realize I'm standing here, waiting for me to say something. I look at the crowd of rogues standing before me, knowing if I am to lead them as their alpha then they need to hear my truth. My jaws clench down, feeling this guilt and shame fill me as I prepare myself to reveal my past. The past that has hunted me the last three years.

Just last week she was trying to mend their broken relationship but now? Before I knew it Skylar grabbed a hold on my colar kissing me hard. I pushed her away angrily looking at Aaron who just stood there as if not noticing what just happened. She looked over at Scarlet and I following her gaze. Scarlet looked even more angrier than she was. This is bad.... ____________________________ Meery Christmas my lovely readers. Hope you are enjoying your day!!! What do you think about this chapter and Scarlet's possessiveness?? Please pretty please leave a comment and tell me what you think about this chapter lots of love Faith ♡♡♡