Envy Scott Pilgrim Novels & Stories

All the pent-up bitterness and the crushing weight of life pushed him to the brink until he no longer cared about what happened. "You're nothing more than an ugly and broke psycho! I was so blind back then. To think I allowed myself to be deceived by a fake like you and cast aside a real heiress like Emilila! She's Mrs. Shaw now, and she's also the heir to Langley Group! "And what about you, huh?" Mark continued. "You're even worse than your mother! At least she managed to steal some things. What did you steal? All you stole was a man, and now you're stuck living in this basement room with me, surviving off cheap food!"

************************ End of Flash Back************************** "Wait, if the elder brother died, how did Mr Andrews Scott become Aiden's uncle?" Ana asked. "Because that is not Mr Andrews Scott, that is Jeremy Scott," Aiden said. "Have you ever seen the man you call father without a shirt before?" Mrs White-Snow asked. "Once," Aiden replied. "The real Mr Andrews Scott has a scar on his spine in the middle of his back. An accident he suffered at his workplace left him that scar. Did you see that?" Mrs White-Snow asked.

Ignoring them, I pushed my legs forward towards Benita, and Scott and Greg had to run to catch up. “I hate doctors because they talk too much, confuse your brain for something they could just say in simple English,” Scott murmured. “No one asked you, Scott,” Greg fired back, and Scott stared at him with hatred in his eyes. “I just hate you, Greg,” Scott growled. “OMG! I just became a Godfather.” Greg sent him a bombastic side eye, “Over… my… dead… body!”

I follow his gaze, wondering who is stupid enough to pick a fight with him. And there he is. “Hey, Grimm!” A bald mountain of muscle with tattoos crawling up his neck and skull sticks his head through our tent flap. “Keep your little spies out of our space.” Graham Scott. Enervoltz rider. Professional asshole. “We caught him snooping,” he adds, lips curling. Scott has hated me since … forever. But more since last season. Since the accident. Since his teammate and best friend died. He blames me. “Since Reaper is clearly the better team,” I call back lightly, stepping forward, “why would we need to spy on you, Scott?”

Some one said right beside me, and turning I found a gorgeous dimples fellow smiling down at me. Hi. I repiled simply and turned back to Betty and Maxwel whose sole attention was now on the guy and I. You must be the famous president's new secretary. He commented, and I raised a brow in surprise. Famous? That was one strange word that didn’t always go well with me. I was never the famous one, I was the nerdy one in high school who no one knew what she was actually doing with her life. I would have been famous if I wanted, it was always easy with my beauty, but throughout high school, I had transformed myself into a plain Jane so not to get too much attention.

They lunged towards Scott, surrounding him. Scott, however, didn’t even bother to look them in the eye. “I’m not trying to insult any of you, but all of you are just mere trash, even with your strengths combined! Don’t you blame me for this, old hag. You only have your granddaughter to blame, she’s the one who’s slutting around another man. She even ended up pregnant with his child. Remember this, I, Scott Pattingson, am not someone you could afford to humiliate. Be prepared to vanish from the surface of this earth, Yowells.”

She had to as she had no one to go to, most especially now that she’s pregnant. Scott Hunt had been diagnosed for having Antisocial Disorder which no one knew about aside from his psychiatrist, Jess, and Kaiser. He was great in manipulating people without feeling any remorse. Even Samantha, an exceptional psychiatrist hasn’t seen through him—not even Takumi. Everything he has shown to everyone he calls as "friends" were all fake and he regrets nothing. Scott is also the son of an underground leader who lures cursed people into opening a portal between heaven and hell.

I took my stuff upstairs and started working on placing things around. All my purchases looked really good. I even put some things in his office. I had gotten a vintage picture frame and put a cute picture of me in it for him. I hoped he would like it. “Rory, are you here?” Scott called from downstairs. Scott had a strikingly handsome appearance that could capture the attention of any room. With sharp features framed by dark, tousled hair, he exuded a rugged charm. His piercing blue eyes seemed to hold a depth that was both intriguing and mysterious, and his confident stride suggested a man accustomed to both admiration and challenge.

“That’s kind of poetic.” Scott opened one eye and grinned. “I have layers. Like a croissant.” Oliver chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re not what I expected, honestly.” Scott raised a brow. “What did you expect?” “Some rich kid who coasted through secondary school because of connections. Someone who doesn’t really care about medicine, just wants to impress Daddy.” Scott let out a breathy laugh, but it sounded a bit more bitter than amused. “Well, you’re not entirely wrong about the rich kid part. But the rest? Nah.”

“Who gives a shit about the Luna Temple? Seriously, a bunch of old, worn-out hags?” “Scott!” “What?” “Just when I think I might need to take you seriously, you call them that?” Scott rolled his eyes, looking just like when he was fourteen and first meeting me, an adult wolf about to take up his household and yet still waiting for me or someone else to set him up with wealth and privilege. I thought then of what Sarah would say. “Did you think you were about to be set up, that first time we met?” I asked, knowing it was completely different from any question I’d asked Scott before. “Had people told you that you were going to be the rich half-brother of the Pack Alpha?”