Novel & Cerita Prison Door Scarlet Letter

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

SCARLET On the 5th of July, 2014, Scarlet Lawson died holding white roses. “Where is he?” The priest’s eyes held an impatience that didn’t mirror the calm words that had left him. I turned to the church doors, a part of me hoping he’d miraculously never come through. So that this whole charade would get cancelled and I wouldn’t have to go through with it. Hope was a fickle thing, but was it so bad holding on to it now?

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.

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

he mutters. Scarlett is done with arranging the new bedroom. It took her all day to get things done and the staff offered to help her, but she refused them. After so many years in jail, she wants to organize her own things and decorate her room on her own. These small things constantly remind her that she’s a free woman now and no longer a captive. She’s done with arranging the clothes when there’s a knock on the door. “Who is it?” She asks. “Madam, it’s me.”

————————— Scarlet stood before the mirror, gazing at her own reflection. All she could see is a misearable girl with a quest for blood In her hands; revenge. Her head was stitch. She was wearing the same flat gown she was wearing when she left Dennis mansion. She's already set to go back to the Dennis Massion. Just as she turned to leave, her door opened and Queen walked in. "Scarlet" she ran to hug scarlet but scarlet was too numb to hug her back.

She waited for him to confront her. And she didn't have to wait long. A loud crash came from the door as it flew off its hinges and land on the floor with a thud. The prisoner, Scar, stood in the doorway, holding a crowbar in his hand. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and tan skin. He wore a black leather jacket, jeans and boots. He looked handsome and expensive, but also dangerous and menacing. From his rolled sleeves, Lena saw his scars all over his arms, some old and some fresh. He had tattoos on his arms, shoulders and neck, some symbols and some words. He had piercing magenta eyes that seemed to glow in the dark.

She gasped and turned back to the door, trying to unlock it as fast as she could, but even the door seemed to be against her. “I said stop! Who sent you to me?” the man asked, sounding pissed and impatient. Scarlett halted, as she felt the man's aura was not one to be trifled with. His voice holds much authority and danger. “Please sir, this is all a misunderstanding, I have no idea someone's in this room, I was being chased by some people and this room happens to be open, I'm sorry about the interruption, I'd just leave now.” She turned to continue pulling the unyielding door.

As the doors to the emergency room swung shut, Marco stood still. His heart thundered in his chest. That birthmark. That impossible mark. Could he be…? --- Scarlet sat slumped in the corner of the same dungeon, her wrists now tied to a pipe, her eyes puffy from crying. A single guard stood at the entrance of the room, scrolling through his phone, half-watching her. Scarlet’s pulse thudded in her ears. *He’s alive,* she repeated to herself. *He has to be. He has to be…*