Novel & Cerita Scarlett Secret

And I’ll be damned if I let anyone interfere. A knock never came—just the door flinging open, yanking me from my thoughts. “I got the dress, just like you asked,” Mike said, holding out a designer shopping bag. I took it from him and opened it, inspecting the contents. Exactly what I envisioned. “Give it to my driver. I already told him what to do,” I said, handing the bag back. Mike nodded and left. Mena is overreacting. She’s working herself into a frenzy over nothing. I won’t be flaunting Helen in front of anyone. She’s mine—and mine alone. I’ll protect her, shield her from the vultures in the press.

Scarlet’s next target had been on Cassius; she wanted to take revenge on him for the terrible treatment he gave her when she was at the clubhouse and as well find a way to save those girls who had suffered the same fate as her. She would need Leonardo’s men to assist her but she had to conduct this plan without Leonardo finding out that she needed her own men who were answerable to only her. The type of men that could keep secrets even if they were tortured into spilling it. Scarlet stepped out onto the balcony of the penthouse with these thoughts running through her mind. the warm desert air enveloping her as she gazed out at the dazzling cityscape of Las Vegas. The Strip stretched out befo

“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.

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.

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

I cleared my throat, walked past him, and started down the stairs, knowing he’d follow right behind me, refusing to give until he had every last piece of information he wanted. “Scarlet agreed to marry me.” He pumped his fist in the air right behind me. “But no one can know we’re getting married.” The smile vanished from his face, and he stopped, gripping my shoulder, freezing my feet in place. “How can no one know that...” He rubbed his temples, things starting to click into place for him. “Why keep it a secret?” “For her safety.” I said, turning my back to him again. “Yesterday, someone tried to run Skay over with a car. I picked her up from the hospital.”

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.