Scarlett Estevez Age Novels & Stories

I muttered, he nodded vigorously and stepped closer to me. “Scarlett Tanner, that’s her full name” he began. I slowly uncrossed my leg and sat up straight. “Tanner?” “Yes, of Twilight Zone. She’s the eldest daughter but they always kept her hidden because she’s twenty three and without a wolf, so not a lot of people know about her,” “She was recently declared wanted and later declared dead. Her burial will be taking place tomorrow,” he explained. My eyes dimmed at his words. He slowly stretched out the iPad he was holding to me and I took it from him and stared into it.

Chapter 41 *Scarlett's POV* I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and unease as the CEO of the company, Mr. Anderson, expressed his interest in me during our business meeting. His charming demeanor and flattering compliments had stirred a spark of curiosity within me, even though my heart remained loyal to Alexander. I knew it was a delicate situation, one that I needed to handle with caution.

Shantel has been unable to eat, sleep or function ever since the stabbing incident. She cannot believe that she had actually stabbed Scarlett. In what world? Scarlett who was her best friend. Scarlett who had been through so much pain from Annabel and Luke's betrayal that it had changed her, made her into someone who put herself and her mission for vengeance front and center.

And she had opened more than that. In such a short span, he had learned everything about her. Scarlett Fisher: twenty-two years old, straight-A student in theater and arts, the darling of every gathering, laughter always in demand. A girl who lived loud, but carried private wounds. Her last relationship had shattered her, left her crawling through three years of grief before she could breathe again. Now she was breathing with him. Only with him. Her family..not rich, but respectable. An older brother who was too far away to protect her. A love of food, a hunger for touch she was only just beginning to indulge again.

Heck, they did not even look related. To Kaleb's amazement, he also learned how Scarlett graduated with high honors in law school at the age of twenty-four, only that she was not allowed to take the bar examination. His heart easily swelled with pride, knowing that Scarlett was a capable woman. It was just unfortunate that she was suppressed and bullied by the influences of one, Luca James. “Barnes, though, the last name is very familiar,” Kaleb said, his hand caressing his chin as he dug through his brain.

Elijah added before stuffing his hands in his pockets, coming to the realization that he knew nothing about Lizzy. "And the fact that she is now spying on us from the trees?" Scarlet nodded. "We should watch her," Scarlet said. "No shit,'' April responded. Scarlet gave her a kick, and she hissed. "Whatever." Scarlet rolled her eyes. "Don't whatever, me young lady, I'll have you know that I'm six hundred and seven years old, much older than your great, great, great, a lot grandparents." April showed her claws. Scarlet rolled her eyes again.

The guests, caught between their respect for the occasion and the spectacle unfolding before them, couldn't help but become entangled in the drama. “I couldn't believe Geneva raise someone like her,” one of them whispered. The funeral, intended as a moment of collective mourning, now served as a breeding ground for speculation and judgment. The whispers of the guests, fueled by the audible bitterness from Aunt Fernanda and Leila, painted a distorted narrative that tarnished my name amid the backdrop of grief. As it continues, Jason who's just right beside me whispered words of reassurance. "They don't understand what you've been through. Your grandmother knew your worth, and so do I. Don't l

"Just thinking of you in my position… karma." "Don’t speak too soon; you have one left." I reminded him. "Well, at least there’s no more Rossi’s." Elijah smirked. "There is one…" Scarlett added with an amused smirk before her smile vanished and she shook her head frowning. "Far too old." The three of us exchanged looks, clearly fucking disturbed with the direction that went. Yeah, too old… but then again… I was sixteen years older than Kiara… Leo… Na, the goddess isn’t that fucking sadistic to play that shit all over.

I snarled. Scarlett rolled her eyes at me, unimpressed. “She’s a grown woman. Let her have some fun.” Scarlett was 6ft tall, wore 5-inch stiletto heels, and her nails were sharpened to points that could slash throats. It may have scared off lesser men, and while I usually admired her ability to stand her ground, she’d be about as difficult to get out of the way as a twig if she wasn’t careful. “Scar, I swear to god,” I breathed.

“You” It was one word, but it held a lot of hatred. The Matron knew that Scarlet had left her care at 18 and had been gathering her fellow young adults, but she did not expect that it would result in whatever stunt they were trying to pull now. Scarlet raised a brow before lifting her chin defiantly at the Matron in a silent challenge before looking her up and down slowly like a lion analyzing its prey. “Yes, it’s me. Did you miss me? Or more specifically- the money I earned?”