Scarlett Hazen Parents Novels & Stories

Scarlett spoke shyly. "I mean… the deal between you and me." The stark contrast between the two women's reactions only deepened Cyrus's curiosity. He pulled them both aside and asked them to explain everything clearly. He wanted to understand what lay beneath the tension. Their attitudes made the situation obvious. Scarlett carried guilt, while Zoey's expression showed open resentment. After listening carefully, Cyrus finally grasped the root of the conflict. Scarlett's mother bore the surname Kerr, which made her Zoey's aunt by generation.

It seemed as though Kevin was perfectly content with delaying this for as long as necessary, which was only grinding on my nerves. "Scarlett Johnson." Kevin comments as if that explains everything. I look at him, confused, waiting for him to explain, when the details from my parents' history flash in my mind. The Johnson family was highly regarded in the medical field. Known for owning the majority of the hospitals across the country. Including the one my parents had frequently visited before and after my birth. My dad had also killed Scarlett as she was obsessed with him. We never heard anything from the Johnson family after Scarlett was killed. My parents just assumed that her family had c

"Oh, and Mr. Harrison, you will well remember that you do not ignore my presence when I am with a guest." Benj just nodded and left. The brother left shortly afterward and I was alone with Mr. Red. Benj was never a scared person so why did he fear Mr. Red? He spoke to Seven as if he was the boss and not Seven. What power did Mr. Red have over us? "Ms. Holland is my aunt." Mr. Red spoke up. "She is my mother figure, as you'll put it." With that he stood up and walked around the desk. I moved back into my chair. He came and sat in front of me on his desk. He gave me one of those drop-dead gorgeous smiles.

But it was everything that Scarlette's grandfather would have wanted - a quiet and dignified send-off, with only family and close friends in attendance. Not that seanair had any friends and the only family he had was her, so if it wasn’t for her friend group it would have been Scarlette and the priest in attendance to her grandfather’s funeral, not that he would have cared. Alpha Jackson and his mate Sasha stood beside Scarlette, offering their silent support. Lydia was there too, a steadfast and reliable friend who had helped Scarlette make all the necessary arrangements. Scarlette's parents were also present, strange since she was told they died in a car crash when she was an infant; she k

Trust Cade to always inconvenience others. “No, Scarlett, I have a proposition for you.” “Okay sir???” “You must have heard the rumours going around that I was denied becoming the new CEO of the company by my mother.” I looked away, embarrassed. “You must be wondering why I would be denied my birthright; after all, my father left the company to me.” “Marriage is the only thing stopping me.” Surprised, I looked up at him. Why was he telling all these? “That's why I have called you here, Scarlett.”

"Scarlett! Scarlett!" Hearing the same voice, his parents burst out of their room. They all rush towards the sound, their hearts racing and dread curling in their stomachs as they realize it is coming from Scarlett's old bedroom. Reed's chest tightens as he approaches the doorway, his parents trailing him as he enters. The scene is chaotic. Scarlett lies on the floor, convulsing violently, her mother kneeling beside her, tears streaming down her cheeks. The room tilts as Reed stares in horror, his mother gasping, her hand flying to her mouth. He sprints toward Scarlett, but his mother calls out to him, telling him not to touch her as they rush behind him, leaving him feeling even more helple

“Listen, he somehow knows about Grandpa Waylon’s offer. Maybe he just wants to test the waters. Maybe he’s being friendly because he wants to ensure that we have a good relationship since we’ll be neighbors.” Scarlet once again closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, like I’m trying her patience. “Oh sweetie, he would invite you over for dinner if that were the case.” “Not really. His mother hates me. She made that VERY clear at his party.” “WHAT?” she growls. “Sloane Marie Hartwell, I cannot believe that you didn’t mention ANY of this to me last night.” I grin at Scarlet’s use of my full name. I’ve heard Luna Elizabeth do that to Scarlet ever since I’ve known her.

"Remembered I once told you there was a girl who always got my back, back then in school?" "The one who stopped everyone from bullying you? The one who stood up for you and said being poor wasn't a crime?" I wouldn't go deeper than this, but Scarlet wasn't even poor to begin with. Her Dad was the CEO of Giant Luxury Furniture Group. He was the founder of the company, and her mom was the best fashion designer in the country. However, everything changed the moment they both passed away after a fatal fire accident, when she was seven, and she lost everything to her uncle.

The same as Elie Knight and her daughter Camilla hated her, Scarlett never liked staying under the same roof with them either. Her mother died when she was a little girl. Her father got married again with her aunt Elie and brought Elie's daughter Camilla into the household. Though Elie was her mother's real sister, she nor her daughter never did any nice things to Scar but famous 'step bullies' to her. At first Scar would try to get help from his father, however, he always ignored no matter how clear the bruise on her was. Well, he might be the one who hated her the most, what could she expect from him?

she blurted out, and Ryan frowned immediately. “We are? Why? Because of Lizzy?” he asked, genuinely confused as to why she’d think that. “Don’t try to act clueless, Ryan. For starters, your father is a legendary businessman, and everyone knows that. And his family tree is full of elites. Now, your mother is the one and only Anna Marchetti, who I happened to find out used to be a famous announcer before she married your dad,” Scarlet stated, wondering how Ryan couldn’t see how intimidating they all were.