Prison Door Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

Scarlett’s POV The brass key felt heavier every time I touched it. Its teeth were carved with a symbol of a coiled serpent biting its tail. The same mark that had appeared in the margins of my father’s journal. Damien watched me from the driver’s seat as rain slid down the windshield. The storm outside was the kind that turned cities into ghosts, streetlights blurred, windows shuddered. I traced the serpent mark with my thumb. “This isn’t just a key,” I said quietly. “It’s a message.”

Chapter 19 Scarlett's POV I wasn't scared anymore. I was angry. Whatever Christian was hiding wasn’t ordinary. And I was done waiting for answers. I hurried past Clementina, my feet moving so fast I felt I was flying. Heat rushed to my face and with each step I was taking deep breaths, completely ignoring the elderly woman calling out to me from behind. I pushed the door of every room in the west wing until I found his bedroom door and shoved it hard enough that it banged against the wall.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

*** Aurora I found myself in a drowsy state, one that seemed like a dream but held the gravity of reality. Someone was manipulating my leg, firmly restraining it, and I felt the sensation of cuffs closing around my legs. My left hand was elevated and secured, and as I fought against it, the hopelessness of my efforts became clear. Opening my eyes, I was met with the sight of Scarlet, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to the dim surroundings. Her gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine.

There is only one thing you need to do. Come alone, or else I'll shoot her pretty face and make you watch. Midnight sharp. You know where. Your beloved brother, Damon. Taped to the bottom was a lock of her bright red hair as proof that Scar was Stanley's captive. Damon was shaking by the time he finished the letter. The edges had crumpled and torn beneath his furious grip, and now that he was finished reading, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the fire. He let out a massive roar, clawing at the sheets and mattress in rage and mattress in rage and terror.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he snapped his fingers. The door creaked open. And my world stopped. Scarlet. She was dragged inside by two men, her body barely able to hold itself up. Her wrists were bound, her clothes torn, blood staining the fabric. But it was her face that shattered me. Bruises marred her skin, a cut on her lip, her eyes dull—lifeless. I thrashed against my chains, but the silver bit into my wrists, keeping me in place. "Let her go!" I roared, my vision blurring with rage.

They were both very young and happy; that was his most valuable possession. They had reached the secret door, a curtain of winter-dried branches that hid a small beach leading to the Golden Sea. This was the door where the story lovers had hidden their traces so as not to be found. Only people of pure heart and feelings could see it. They looked at the stone statue of the legend, two young people holding hands facing the sea, chains falling around them, symbolizing the triumph of their love and freedom. According to the legend, couples who managed to find the secret door had to place a padlock on the chains of the tragic team as a symbol of moving on to a better life together. There were not

She picks up the necklace between her claws and drops it onto the ground, stomping on it in her boots. She can feel the chain breaking, and the sound of the nameplate cracking under the force is heard throughout the cell. Scarlet's gasp resonates throughout the room; it almost sounds like her soul is leaving her body. Conrad turns on her heel once she's sure the necklace is in tiny pieces, walking towards the door. She knocks on it twice, and it opens. Before she steps out of the room, she glances over her shoulder, a cold smile in place on her face.

On the board, it read: > INMATE: SCARLET HERNANDEZ > CHARGES: ATTEMPTED MURDER, KIDNAPPING, CONSPIRACY, EXTORTION > SENTENCE: 80 YEARS WITHOUT PAROLE The camera flashed again to take the final photo. Scarlet didn't even blink, too stiff to say a word like someone who had accepted their fate. The moment passed, and the officer took the board from her. She was turned around and was led out of the room, handcuffed.

**Scarlett POV** My eyes opened on its accord, I quickly shut it, reminiscing on what happened a few minutes ago. I opened my eyes again in fear, The doors were opened, My eyes widened in bewilderment wondering what just happened. I stood up from the floor and saw a written note, ‘is this some sort of message’ I thought and picked the clean written note on the floor. “ You shouldn't be told what to do, Be wise and smart, don't be