He chose my stepsister. I chose his rival
Each cry was a plea for Scarlet’s attention, a desperate call for Scarlet to hear her pain and come to her aid.
Scarlet sat at her desk, looking across her textbooks and notes. She had been studying, but as the minutes ticked by, a sudden sound shattered the peace of the evening—a piercing scream that echoed through the walls of her room.
Startled by the sudden outburst, Scarlet’s heart clenched. The scream had originated from Emily’s room, and in an instant, worry clawed at Scarlet’s chest. With a swift movement, she pushed back her chair and raced towards her sister’s room, her mind clouded with fear.