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I responded, and Tiara groaned. “I suspected it, soon the brothers will start giving you headaches, hindering your focus on the revenge,” Tiara said, but I remained silent, lost in thought. “And you’re not even paying attention to what I’m saying now ,” Tiara pointed out. “Tiara,” I called as I turned to face her. “Yes??” “Scarlett knows who was responsible for my father’s death,” I revealed, and her eyes widened in surprise. “What??? How did you find out, and…”

She stood up and said, "My Daddy is Oliver Ford. He's the CEO of the Ford Corporation." "Hahahaha, not only is she a brat, she's a good liar too. How can your father be the owner of this school but your last name is different?" Arnold mocked. Scarlett Thompson hated how Lewis' parents used their influence to step all over them. Their son kept bullying his classmates and they encouraged his behavior. At first, they couldn't do anything because of their line of work but since Thalia mentioned who her father was, Scarlett thought it wise to call him.

“What I just heard from Lyra and Alpha Tristancan’t be right” “What does he mean I come from the Raven family?” Who are those people? Did my parents lie to me? No, this can’t be true. Ws that why my father found it easy to disown me?! No!!!! I refuse to believe this. I won’t. I can feel my blood in my veins rushing. Tears rolled down my eyes as I thought about what I justr heard. “What if he was saying the truth? He talked about having healing powers. I don’t even know what that is.

“Trouble in paradise? Let me guess, you need advice from the lowly cousin who is not a Kensington?” I shot him a look, tugging at my already-loosened tie. Jace was my mom’s youngest sister’s son, born out of wedlock. My grandfather tried to buy off his dad, but the guy refused, insisting on being part of Jace’s life. Jace grew up with his father, and went through school funded by our family, but ditched the Kensington name as soon as he turned twenty-one. He wanted nothing to do with the power, the fame, or the money. Instead, he opened this bar and built his own life.

"Sch, daddy will meet us in Spain. He promised me... And hopefully, he will stay true to his words. I want you to meet him. He might seem scary, but I promise he is sweet on the inside." The kicking stopped, and Scarlett smiled. But despite her smile, she missed Griffin tremendously. Nothing could change that, not even Griffin's identity. Sure, it frightened her how Griffin seemed to be some sort of CEO who secretly doubled as a mafia boss, but these were his children! He should be with her, not run his business in Spain! Scarlett was suddenly crying again. The hormones made her even more sensitive than usual, and it felt like the entire world was ending and shattering at her feet.

Soft music—an old, slightly scratchy jazz record—played somewhere behind the candles. For a shocked second I saw only him and then the rest of my life arranged in a slow reveal: my mother, eyes shining and a little unsure; my father, who looked both proud and awkward in the best way; Tom’s handshake nearly a hug; and a handful of people we trusted—Adrian, Juliette, even Elena standing a touch apart, teary and smiling. Marcus had gathered a tiny army of quiet friends and near-family without me knowing. My throat closed with something that was at once ridiculous and enormous. “You did this,” I said, words tumbling out like confetti.

"Lettie... who is this?" "The kid's father," Theron answered casually. Louie: "???" Wait-what?! "He-You-" "Don't listen to him, I-" Scarlett started. "Aren't you Theo's mom?" Theron cut in, a faint smile in his eyes. Scarlett opened her mouth- "And am I not his father?" Her chest rose and fell slightly. Before she could respond- The car door slammed open. A small figure came running over on unsteady little legs and hugged Scarlett's leg tightly.

"He was the one who sent me here. Pastonville is where my mom grew up, so he thought I'd learn about my mom's hometown and 'roots'." "You had it rough, huh?" Shawn walked towards the end of the bed, sitting just across from her. "Do you miss Texas?" Scarlett lowered her head. "I don't. But I do miss my dad." Shawn placed a hand on her shoulder. Scarlett looked up at his brown eyes. His gorgeous brown eyes. Then snapped out of thought. "Alright, let's just get this studying over with." "Right, in a subject I won't use in real life!" Shawn whined before crashing his face against a pillow. Scarlett giggled.

I knew I was staring into the eyes of one of the Doyle boys but I had no idea which one was staring back at me with such murderous intent…like he was more than ready to shoot me. “I…I am the daughter of Patrick Quinn” I sputtered. His eyes relaxed in realization and he approached me while I tried not to back away from him although I was scared by his very presence. He stopped in front of me, his hands behind his back. “I know exactly who you are, Scarlet… the question I asked was what the fuck you are doing here” He growled. “My father… he says I am to marry one of you” I gulped, holding my breath.