Scarlett Secret Novels & Stories

“But the public deserves to know exactly who he’s protecting.” My phone vibrates. A message from Marcus: You should’ve told him yourself. My stomach drops. Scarlett clicks to the next slide, photos of my past relationships. “She targets men on the brink of success,” Scarlett says. “Dates them. Integrates herself into their lives. Then, it withdraws when commitment is requested.” That’s not what happened. They left me. “She insists on complete celibacy,” Scarlett adds sweetly. The room erupts. Aurelius’s grip tightens around my hand. His eyes stay locked on me. Steady. Unwavering.

"I kept asking Morton questions. It didn't make sense to me." The twins were still asleep. I could hear Alexander's breathing through the baby monitor, that soft whistle he made when his nose was stuffy. I pressed my palm against the cold tile. "Why didn't you tell me this, Scar?" "Because I didn't have proof. And because every time I pressed Morton for more information, he shut down." I could hear the guilt in her voice. The weight of secrets she'd been carrying. "Scarlett, did Morton tell you anything? Anything at all?"

Her legs were slung over Arnulfo’s arms, spread wide, while he continued to pound her relentlessly despite their gasps for air. Their loud moans and cries of pleasure undoubtedly echoed through the mansion, but Scarlet didn’t care. She wasn’t afraid being plastered all over the tabloids or broadcast on radio and TV because she knew that Arnulfo’s staff would pay the price if they spread her dirty secrets. “You’re mine, Arnulfo! Only mine!” Scarlet moaned in between gasps, her body arching as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

The tunnel opened into a hidden vault. A massive steel door stood before them. Alexander pressed his palm to the scanner. The door hissed open. Inside, the room was lined with old monitors and archive shelves. Dust covered everything. At the center sat a single white folder. Scarlett's name written across it. Her pulse quickened. Alexander stepped back. "Open it." Her hands trembled as she reached for the folder. Inside was a birth record. Scarlett frowned. This was impossible. Her date of birth.

Scarlett’s POV As we progressed on our journey of self-discovery, Dr. Thorne dropped a bombshell that sent shivers down my spine. With a grave expression on his face, he revealed that there was more to my liberation than just healing my emotional wounds. To truly reclaim my life, we needed to find a hidden artifact that we had searched for earlier in the temple. "The artifact," Dr. Thorne said, his voice tinged with urgency, "is the key to unlocking your freedom, Scarlett. It holds the power to restore what has been taken from you and give you back your life."

“I promise I’ll answer all of your questions if you let me…” Lucious nodded eagerly. “First of all, I just want to say I’m big mad! I am pissed that you kept this secret hidden from me. I mean, I’m mad at you and Cameron! Second of all, how?” His eyes were like huge saucers. Scarlett sighed. “We didn’t mean to hide it from you. Well, actually, he didn’t, I did. I was just so shocked when it happened—” He walked up to a waiter and grabbed two new glasses of champagne, finishing one in one gulp.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ + •*.』 ~THE VERY MORNING... Scarlett's 18th birthday was on the coming Tuesday. And she was getting scared by the second.

"The boss will be very pleased." Scarlett's heart raced as she realized the gravity of what was being discussed. Their gang had been at war with their rivals for years now, and any advantage they could get over them would make a huge difference. Without thinking twice, Scarlett decided to follow the two men to see where exactly this information was headed. She tiptoed down the hallway behind them until they came upon a nondescript door hidden in an alcove behind some curtains. They knocked thrice before it slowly creaked open from inside and they were allowed entry into what appeared to be an underground bunker.

Scarlett's POV I hurriedly reached for another cloth to cover myself. I wore a new cloth, and Alpha Harry just kept staring in silence. When I was done dressing, I walked back to the door and folded my arms. I stood slanting, eyeing him as he now knows my secret. “You're not just going to stand there and try to serve sassy looks.” Alpha Harry hissed. “You will tell me everything that's going on here.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Why couldn't you just leave me alone?”

If it was, she wouldn't be in that state and he wouldn't have said it like he was announcing her death. "No, she's not. If she was, I would have smelt it or felt it. She would have told me," Cooper said certainly. Sorry to break it to you, Cooper, but she wouldn't have. Scarlette once again reminded me of how secretive she was. Scarlette was a master at keeping things to herself and giving not the slightest hint of its existence. Take the situation with her parents as an example.