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As I followed her subtly through the quiet hallway, pulling another burner phone from my pocket to send a single, silent text to the pickup team, I couldn't help but smile. Caspian thought tonight was about saving his marriage. Aunt Helena thought tonight was about reclaiming her seat on the board. And Serena thought she was playing the brave heroine, exposing our secrets to save the man she loved. They were all playing the wrong game. I watched the golden silk of her dress disappear around the corner leading toward the glass doors of the conservatory. I quickened my stride, my breathing slow and steady, closing the gap between us in the silent dark.

Losing the last of my patience, I turned to the woman who had remained silent throughout his performance. “Susan, Grandma is running out of time!” The woman merely spat out, “Continue.” The very last shred of hope I held for her disintegrated into despair. Owen ordered me to get down on my hands and knees to clean the entire mansion. Because of the physical strain, the closed wounds from my recent surgery tore open and started to bleed again. Meanwhile, Susan lounged comfortably in Owen’s embrace, actively interacting with the viewers on the livestream. “Mr. Myles smells fishy. Who knows if he’s just desperate for attention?”

The wedding was held in a hidden, cold church on the outskirts of Chicago. There were no flowers, no guests, not even a hymn. The air was thick with the smell of old mildew and a chilling silence. I was wearing a cheap, second-hand dress Genevieve had picked out. The hem was yellowed and the waist was loose and ill-fitting—just another one of her ways to humiliate me. I was used to it. Standing in the middle of the church, I felt less like a bride and more like a prisoner on her way to the gallows.

There were a lot of people but the place was so big that it made it look like there were not many people. Scarlett walked in and greeted a woman in red suit,the woman had put on too much makeup and had her hair tied in a pony which made her look like a hawk, not to mention those shrewd clever brown eyes waiting to look at you and kill you with its gaze. The way Scarlett and the women spoke Zane was pretty sure that the woman was Scarlett's step-mother. Suddenly a girl in a pretty dress came and greeted Scarlett and hugged her. Zane concentrated on her face and to his horror she was the same girl who had saved him from hunger on his first day on Earth,Mary.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ + •*.』 "SCARLETT!" AURORA HURRIED TOWARDS THE EDGE OF THE GORGE. Once she reached there, her breath hefted with relief, seeing her daughter latching onto a vine, with a lot of strength she got. "Uhh...first time for everything?" Scarlett quipped.

Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation. Scarlet wasn’t Arabelle. Once reborn, she took on a new life and identity, her memories erased completely. I was aware of how much effort I needed to get her to fall for me, and I was mistaken that my genuineness would touch her deep inside. Yet, I was so wrong.

"You sounded pretty serious. And if there's one thing Scarlett Watson doesn't do to boys, it's suffocate them. So I'll give you some time alone.” "Babe, come on, don't leave! I wasn't being serious!" I was almost fully dressed at this point. "Scarlett, don't go, please!" He got up, wrapping the sheet around his waist. "I'm sorry, Lee Windsor, are you begging?" I asked, slightly amused.

Harvey turned on his phone and enlarged the picture. The background of the picture was a New Year's Eve’s fireworks party at Victoria Harbor. Scarlett was putting her head on the shoulder of a tall and handsome man, her lips an infatuated smile. Harvey studied the picture for a while, and then said quietly, “So Scarlett got lured in by just looks alone?” “Of course not. What if there’s also the title of princess in the York family on the line?” Harvey was startled. He went silent, deep in his thoughts.

Destiny whispered. “Over the top,” Idris added. “The party of the century!” Tabitha chimed in. “Something no one could forget,” Heth agreed. Beth leaned in. “She loves old movies. I heard her mention Gone with the Wind once. She adores the gowns.” "I’ve seen it!" Tabitha exclaimed. "They wore big, beautiful gowns. You’re right!" “We should throw her a ball,” Destiny said, practically bouncing in her seat.

The silence in the hospital was ice-cold, pressing on me like a weight. Yesterday was supposed to be my wedding day. Right before we exchanged rings, Ethan got a call and just... walked out. My grandma, sitting in the front row, was so shocked she started coughing up blood. I begged for help, but all anyone did was laugh at my misery. I called Ethan again and again. No answer. By the time I got my grandma to the hospital, it was too late. She was gone. Ethan left our wedding for Bella. Even through my grief, I arranged her cremation and planned a small funeral. Just as it started, Ethan walked in—with Bella right there beside him.