Novel & Cerita Percy Scarlett

"I just had an intense workout and came in for a glass of water. I didn't expect you guys to be awake." Scarlett bit back a smile at the face Lucy was making. She was head-over-heels in love with Sebastian's body. Those eyes wouldn't peel off the butler for anything in the world. "You can call me Scarlett and feel free to walk around however you like, but no cocks! Wear boxers." Sebastian smiled. "Mr. Archer would kill me if I ever waltzed around in boxers around you, and even though I'm built, I'm not stupid enough to fight a man almost seven feet tall."

Scarlet scowled at him. Victor grunted. "Those are powerful individuals! They need to stand by listening to you play the tune by naming names. Ms scarlet, you ought to concur for cash." Ms scarlet took a gander at him wildly, "You just sold me for cash? You truly believe I'm an entertainer." Victor's eyes landed on Ms lizzy. He checked out at her with two major apricot hearts in his eyes. grinned and waved to her. "Hello there, beautiful."

Arrogant, pompous, and overall an a**hole. He never dates a girl, all he does is sneaking into their panties. He is a nightmare for sure. Worse than Danny, the playboy, or any other boys in the school. He had a scar on his face that made him look like a devil, yes, that's what he is, a devil. "Yes darling, they did it on purpose...!" Scarlett added, slapping me out of my thoughts, "What did you say? Who?" I couldn't comprehend what she just revealed, they did it on purpose? Who?

After arriving home with an excited heart, Scar quickly made some preparation for the next day's presentation of the legendary perfume, according to the experiences she got these days. Organising the presentation file, Scar then concentrated on some ideas which she could use to make the perfume for Rafaelle. Scarlett was very incited to make the first ever perfume of her life, that also for a big personality like Rafaelle Edwards. This is a once in a lifetime chance she got for herself. Scar was very careful while chasing the ideas because this perfume also could earn her the chance to be useful in Rafaelle's eyes.

"Hello, mate..." Scarlett was dumpfounded. How did he recognise her? What should she do now? *************

“We wouldn’t miss this evening, of course. Hale Corp always puts on a… performance.” The smirk in his tone is deliberate. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I let the jab slide, because my eyes are still locked on hers. On the faint pulse at her throat. On the perfect control that costs her something I can’t quite name. Scarlett slinks into the circle at last, late to the scene but desperate not to be left out. Her laugh is sharp, rehearsed. “And this must be the mysterious Mrs. Halenti. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Percy buzzed around Diana like an eager bee, straining to impress. However, it was clear she had no interest in him. Compared to Cyrus, Percy's finances were even worse. He didn't even own a home and was still renting. Still, she smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Percy. But I already promised to meet a friend that night. What a shame!" Disappointment flashed across Percy's face. He had spent an entire month's salary on those concert tickets in hopes of confessing during the show. Now all that effort was wasted.

Once the meeting was over, Scarlett dismissed the others and retreated to her father's study. Closing the door behind her, she let out a deep breath and slumped into the plush leather chair behind the desk, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. She couldn't afford to let anyone see her weakness, not now that she was in charge. Just as she was about to pour herself a drink, the door creaked open and a man entered slowly, his form looming over hers like an eclipse. Scarlett froze. She recognized him instantly - The Lord's most trusted hitman, Romero Alvarez. They had been in an altercation some hours ago. She watched as his eyes bore down on her, dark and intense.

Seraphina’s Perspective I stood up, my eyes locking onto hers with pure anger. "For your kind knowledge, my name is Seraphina," I said, my voice steady yet sharp. "And you must be the famous Scarlett," I spat, emphasizing her name with distaste. Scarlett smirked, stepping closer with an air of arrogance. "Oh, so you already know about me. Looks like Damien talks about me a lot," she said, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder as if she were royalty.

I gave him the toy I had bought and closed the door of the closet when Marcus broke in. "I'll get the money! Please, just give me one more week!" I begged, thrashing against their tight grip. "I'll work double shifts! Instalments, anything Marcus!" "You don't get it, Scarlett. You don't have a week," Marcus laughed, a repulsive, yellow-toothed grin spreading across his face. "A girl with your face? Your body? You're worth way more than thirty grand on the private market. The southern territories are hosting a masked auction tonight.