Scarlet Letter Ch 19 Novels & Stories

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

The stars twinkled in the sky above, a beautiful contrast to the chaos inside. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to savor the victory, the weight of the night lifting from my shoulders. But peace didn’t last long. I heard the unmistakable sound of heels clicking behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. “Enjoying your little victory?” Scarlet’s voice dripped with disdain, cutting through the stillness. I turned to face her, my eyes meeting hers. “Yes, actually. I am.” Scarlet’s lips twisted into a sneer as she stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. “You think you’ve won tonight, don’t you? Parading around in that little dress, acting like you’re something special.”

Chapter 31 After a heavy fight with Ace but ironically with no words of exchange since she is a convent bred with Godly principles Scarlet returned to the chapel where all the sisters were praying. Her eyes bled with tears all through the journey and like a child who needs her mother during sorrow, Scarlet was holding herself to the moment where she could hug sister Mary and tell her everything that happened between her and Ace. No sooner she stepped at the orphanage where she was brought up her body and mind attained peace.

Elias had emerged as the youngest general the army had ever had, a symbol of strength and leadership in these uncertain times. Scarlet, on the other hand, had been brought to trial. She had poisoned the food of Alistair’s men that day. It had been the turning point, the day everything had started to unravel. She had accepted her final punishment with an eerie calmness, as though it was all part of the plan. Elias had visited Emerson several times. He would stand at the door, hesitant, as if unsure whether to come in. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me.

“I’ve been led to this place! I think you can help me!” The women didn’t say a word. Scarlet began to worry that she had made them up entirely. She dragged herself to her feet, battling against the swaying ground, and began to stumble toward the place the women had been, hands outstretched. She’d gotten no more than two paces when lightning struck again. The women were no longer there. Scarlet was plunged back into darkness. She span round, groping, trying to get hold of something, anything. “She seeks answers, dear sisters,” came a wizened voice from behind Scarlet.

The dawn broke over the city in muted shades of gray, a fog lingering in the streets that mirrored the unease clinging to Scarlett’s chest. Last night’s confrontation with Malcov haunted her mind, the echo of his words slicing through her every thought: “Others worse than me already know her name.”

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

Students whispered behind their hands, gazes darting at Scarlet like she was a criminal in chains. A girl in the far corner muttered, “Maybe she used a charm…” Another whispered, “Or a mindlink spell.” Scarlet glared around. “I said I didn’t cheat. Or were you all born deaf?” The professor’s hands trembled around the booklet. A storm brewed inside him: the hatred for cheating vs. the evidence...or lack of it...in front of him. Scarlet’s pulse raced. She could feel the seconds slipping away. She still had two questions left unanswered. Failure wasn’t an option; she needed this exam to escape her life of being labeled a lowborn stray.

Epilogue 【Darren’s POV】 The bullet tore through my chest. Blood poured from the wound, staining the floor red. I collapsed onto the cold concrete, my consciousness fading. But in a strange way, I felt a moment of perfect clarity. All the fog had lifted. I finally saw the truth. Scarlett had never betrayed me. The letters, the photos, they were all Angelina's tricks. And I was the biggest fool in the world. I remembered Scarlett when she was pregnant.