I Survived Travis Scott Novels & Stories

Jordan was pronounced dead and while his father is in prison. - Alex and Lucas were livid as they read the comments and the trending posts. "Scott doesn't even care if he gets into trouble!" Alex exclaimed. "If he cared, he wouldn't have killed Evan! He is completely lawless!" Lucas said. Alex threw his phone. "There's no news from Murician now. What should we do then?" "I think we should meet up with Scott! People must be watching him now that he has just taken office! If we go to him and leverage our families' influence, we can surely rescue Caroline."

When the call ended, I stood there for a long time, the silence pressing down on me. They hadn’t meant to hurt Tristan. They’d meant to hurt me. And now he was lying in a hospital bed because of it. A notification blinked across my phone screen before I could stop it. Breaking: SCARLETT VALE SPEAKS OUT — “My Heart Breaks for Them Both.” The sight of her name made my stomach twist, but I tapped anyway. The video opened. Scarlett stood outside her mansion, perfectly dressed in white, one manicured hand clutching Cassian’s arm. Reporters crowded around her, microphones angled toward her trembling lip.

After killing my poor daughter, they are happy with theirs now and Scott. He deceived me, he betrayed me and watched me get humiliated by his father. He made me believe he was on my side only to find him at the altar with Michelle. I moped my lips together and forced back my tears. I didn't come back to New York to cry. I came here to get my revenge and the Davis family are right where I want them to be. Just to satisfy the excited fans I took off my shades. I was laughing hysterically to a fan's comment when the hall suddenly became quiet and I turned to look only to find Scott on his feet with his eyes glued on me.

"She didn't see me. Instead, she joined my mom on the couch and started chatting," I revealed. "That's when I realized that the trafficker who kidnapped me was actually my mom's friend. My kidnapping was something she allowed." The moment I dropped the truth, Naomi shot to her feet. "That's bullshit! Do you think you can just make things up to win people over? You're still a murderer!" She turned to Kylie. "Captain Larson, don't believe a word this piece of trash says!"

It looks like a vodka and cran. Daniel rolls his eyes, turning the conversation to something about a party for his grandmother. How did I get her? What did I do that caused my parents to become abusive? Where did I go wrong in my life to have everything turn upside down, just to have someone come in and save me. It might sound clique and basic but he really did save me. Daniel Rielly Green saved me from my parents and myself. I can honestly say, I may not have been alive without him. I regret each and every terrible thought that crossed my mind, but since I met Daniel, I’ve been happy. I never went back in my room after being hurt with the intention to hurt myself more or thoughts of ending

She had done everything but still, she was alone celebrating her birthday and the man she loves was with another woman sleeping together in his bed. Trishia drank another glass of whiskey in one go. Then she poured again. “That woman is a whore!” “She didn’t risk her life for him!” “She has done nothing!” Trishia gulped another mouthful of whiskey then she poured whiskey into her glass again. “I am Trishia Meyer. A superstar. I saved Kelly Sky. I will marry Bill Sky.” “Who are you, Arabella?” “Nothing!” “You don’t deserve to be in his bed.” “I should be the one beside him tonight.” Trishia gulped another mouthful of whiskey in one go.

“I didn’t intend for it to go the way it did.” “Are the villagers safe?” I asked. “The ones we moved to the mountain trails. Did they stay safe?” “No,” he said. I was shocked. “What happened to them?” I asked. “Valik, tell me what happened.” “I need to know what you observed about the kidnappers,” he said. “The approach, the truck, how many people, and how they moved.” I looked at him, then looked away towards the window. “Talk to Aurora,” I said. “She saw everything I saw. I’m not in the mood to talk since you don’t want to reply to me.”

Some viewers even recognized me. “Isn’t that Trisha Scott, the Scotts’ daughter?” “What’s going on? Can’t believe the Scotts are so petty, arguing over a bouquet.” “Seriously, the poor girl just wanted a bit of good luck. She even livestreamed making that bouquet last night. It took her hours!” “Are the Scotts really that stingy?” “I heard Trisha rerouted her journey at the last minute, just to bump into them. A classic spoiled heiress move!”

My arms and knees scraped painfully against the ground, and blood quickly stained my clothes, but at least I was alive. When Gavin arrived and saw the state I was in, his face went cold with fury. He immediately made a call. "Prepare the helicopter now. We're going to the central hospital." He helped me into another car. "This time, I won't let anyone stop us." The helicopter had only been airborne for about 10 minutes when a deafening bang shook the cabin. The aircraft lurched violently. "These people would do anything for money!" came the text. "They wouldn't spare anyone!"