Novel & Cerita Scarlett Hazen Parents

"Believe me, Ms. Zelena, I have no idea who Mara is, my mom is known as Helen Martin and she's a Beta wolf. At this point, Mom has been fooling everyone. And to answer your question, Mom is missing, it has come to my notice that she was kidnapped from the hospital by Zinan, and right now, my men are trying to save her," Zelena's lips quivered. She couldn't believe she trusted the wrong person. "I just want my daughter, Scarlet is the only one I have left," "Don't you think she's safe wherever she is? Mom might have taken her to a better place since no Alpha has become the next Alpha King yet," Reid kept his expression blank while thoughts circled his head. What game was his mom playing?

"Zac, do you want your child to suffer like this in the future? Do you want him to wonder why he couldn't see his father or mother? You may not have a deep feeling for Valery now, but when you two start to take care of your baby together, you'll develop it. Trust me!" Zac remained expressionless and cold. Meanwhile, the hatred and resentment that had been buried in the bottom of Hazel's heart for fifteen years had been stirred up, surging like hot lave rapidly bubbling up the surface. "Mrs. Elizabeth, why couldn't your kids see their father when they were children?" Elizabeth was stupefied by Hazel's question. She swallowed hard. In a low voice, she replied, "Their father is very busy. There

Scarlet said, then added, "You need to take care of yourself too. I heard that Miss Tate is pregnant with your child. That's amazing news. Your mother would be ecstatic if she were still alive." Elliot felt a lump in his throat as gloom flashed across his eyes. After Mrs. Scarlet left, he sat down by the bed and watched Shea with gentle eyes. They were biological siblings, but they looked nothing alike. Shea took after their father, while Elliot took after their mother. Humans are complicated creatures. Elliot despised his father more than anything, and although Shea resembled his father, she never reminded him of his father. Both his parents were gone, and he had never really gotten along w

The words ‘treat you well’ would have sounded most apt when presented to Scarlet, but I fathomed she wasn’t ready for them just yet. Before heading to the pizzeria nearby, we dropped by the neighbourhood cineplex to get our tickets. Then my jaw dropped. A man with cropped chestnut hair and a muscular demeanour strode about the exterior of the cineplex, flanked by two brunettes. The man in her dreams. Hanson. I staggered backwards, quickly helped up by Carla.

Hadley interjected, “I mean…” “Is this some sort of interview or an interrogation?” Cameron yelled. Hadley merely shrugged, “Everyone knows something about everyone at the table. We can’t say the same for her. I feel unsafe with her…” “Scarlett, you don’t have to answer the questions,” he cut in sternly. “It’s fine, Cameron,” she answered in a flat tone. She tucked her hair behind her ears and sighed, “My parents are divorced. I haven’t seen or spoken to my father in years. My mum is a caregiver…”

took a slow sip of tea, her every move relaxed and effortless, yet her quiet dominance filled the air and pressed down on everyone around her. “If you’re this bothered about me hiring a photographer, what exactly are you so afraid of?” Scarlett froze in place, unable to answer. Mrs. Harris Sr. had been famous in her younger days for being a formidable woman, and even now, well into her senior years, she still ran the Harris family with an iron grip. Sitting across from her, Scarlett’s usual confidence had all but evaporated. Hazel Jenkins, the eldest of the daughters-in-law, quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

She was quite anxious about how her son would react to the fact that Scarlet would be leaving for the world right today. “Yes, yes…we can understand. Young people these days… it’s a really good thing that Emerald cares a lot about our child. She will be happy with him.” Mrs. Lozenge caressed Scarlet's hair, while all she had been focusing on…was matching more and more food without caring for anything else.

SCARLETT Before I can think any further, Harlan turns to me, those icy grey eyes sending fiery tendrils straight to my stomach. “Scarlett, this is my father, Ozias. Ozias Rousseau.” He says the word “father” like he’s choking on horseshit. “And his wife, Vivienne.” He motions to the lady on Ozias’ side, his voice dropping by a couple octaves when he mentions her name. His gaze darkens too, turning an almost black shade of gun metal.

“Liora, Elder Henry is Scarlett's father. Damon told me that he wants to delay the coronation until next month.” This revelation finally connected all the dots as every tense exchange at the table earlier clicked into place. It turned out that Scarlett wasn’t an ordinary friend’s daughter; her father was one of the most powerful men in the kingdom. Zylar stirred inside me, alert and tense, as her voice resonated in my head. “Liora, Scarlett must be planning something bad using her father’s influence. I can sense danger lurking around us…”

Sebastian stood by the doorway, his gaze fixed on Scarlett, ready to intervene if she lost control. “Start talking,” Scarlett said, her voice calm, but her fingers twitched with restrained fury. Dr. Harlow swallowed hard, his eyes darting between them. “Your mother… she was investigating Vincent’s trafficking and laundering. She found out that some of the funds were being siphoned through accounts connected to your father’s associates, Miss Hayes.” Scarlett’s brows furrowed. “And?” Dr. Harlow’s voice cracked. “Those accounts were connected to the Carlyle family… Sebastian’s father. They were partners with Vincent, using his network to launder money while maintaining their spotless public ima