Novel & Cerita The Scarlet Letter Full Text

JUNE Underneath my door was a letter in scarlet red. I circled it cautiously, grazing my hand over it. I looked once more down the hallway, but no one was there. Who must have dropped it? The question rang in my mind the moment I returned to my room, the lingering thought of Colt leaving me as I tucked my diary carefully back into its box. I dropped the scarlet letter on the bed, still contemplating whether it was safe to open or not. I changed into my nightwear, a cute matching outfit, brushing the full length of my fiery hair while glancing at where the letter sat, unmoving.

“I've always wanted you, Scarlet. I couldn't approach you due to shame, especially after knowing how Maria had fabricated that lie against you.” “You dragged me to court. You humiliated me, Lucas.” Scarlet cried, pacing back and forth. “Give me another chance to right my wrongs then.” Lucas fumed, trying to catch up with scarlet's pace. Taking her hands, he said, “Give me another chance …” Without any further words, scarlet turned away, her eyes glistening with tears. “We can never share a thing, Lucas.” “Is it because of him? Because of that evil human?” Lucas snapped, he didn't know when the words slipped out of his mouth but it showed the fierce anger and hatred he harbored towards peter.

Scarlett’s POV The sun had barely risen, but the mansion was already awake with ghosts. Every corner, every memory, whispered Damien’s name. I could still feel his touch the ghost of it lingering on my skin, burning hotter than the betrayal now clawing at my chest. I hadn’t slept. My mind replayed every word of my mother’s letter, every lie Damien had ever told, every look that had once felt like truth. Love and hate were identical twins inside me now, inseparable and savage.

Scarlet looked at her feet in shame. “I know I deserve every punishment you want to give me. And I'm in no position to ask you to let me go without it. But even then, with the little hope I have in my heart knowing the goodness within you and your mate, I just wish to be forgiven for my sins. And I'll walk away from your lives. Forever. I'll never come back. I promise.” “Why? Why now?” I gulped looking at Scarlet, trying hard to maintain my emotions. She knew I was asking about why she decided to come clear about everything now. Betrayal, regret, anger— everything hit me like a thunderstorm.

Scarlet lowered herself gracefully into the seat opposite him, her eyes shimmering with practiced sorrow. “You look troubled,” Gennado said, frowning. Scarlet lowered her gaze, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. “Godfather… Bruno has been neglecting me. He even threw me out of his room. I… I feel so unwanted.” Gennado’s hand tightened around his cane. “How dare he make you suffer? You are to be my daughter-in-law. I will speak to him. He will regret treating you so poorly.” Scarlet’s lips curved faintly. She leaned closer, her voice low and trembling with false vulnerability. “I only want to love him, Godfather. I want to give you a grandson. All I ask is for Bruno to finally name a da

When she realized I was awake, she looked at me coldly and hissed, saying, "Sienna, this scene should feel familiar to you." I stared at the platform that was identical to my previous life, and the excruciating pain of being smashed to pieces flooded through my body again. I swallowed nervously in terror. I shouted, "You really are insane!" "I'm not insane! I'm just fighting for my happiness! What did I do wrong?" she yelled hysterically, blaming me as if I were guilty. "God gave us two chances at rebirth. In this life, if you had just stayed loyal to me, Connor would've followed the script and pursued me. Why did you betray me?"

" I had never noticed the devil's amorous side. I got goosebumps from his surprises. I put on lip gloss, wore a bridal gown, and pulled my hair back into a messy bun, but I'm not sure where I should go from here. I went looking for him when I left the house, but I'm still not sure where I should go. "Where are you, Samuel?" On this lonely island, I call out his name, but nobody answers. After three meters, I noticed a green bottle that was attached to a parachute approaching me. I opened the cork on the bottle and found another note inside. "Scarlet, my love, please follow the wind and come to me. Your devil is waiting for you." I looked up at the direction of the wind as I read the letter.

“The man you’re chasing … is gone. Has been for some time. I told you to come alone so I could save you the agony of searching.” “You lied.” “Of course I did,” he said, baring his teeth. “It was the only way to get you to come.” “Why?” “I needed you to come alone so I can kill you. You’re too dangerous to leave alive.” *** Scarlet moved fast. Every mile north felt like cutting through a dead god's grave. She reached the edge of the vale. Her palms shivered as she pressed them into the earth. “Show me.” The ground pulsed. A vision bloomed-Ophelia in the ruins, Lucien circling her like a vulture.

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

I tugged the neckline of my gown higher, but his hand shot out and clamped over mine, pressing it down firmly. “Let go,” I hissed, venom in my voice. His eyes snapped, suddenly sharp despite the alcohol. “What the fuck did you just say?” he barked, his expression hard and ugly. “I said take your hands off me!” I yelled, my heart hammering so loud I swore the others could hear it. Where the hell was Andrew? Why wasn’t he back yet? Instead of letting go, Lexis yanked at the fabric with such force that the gown tore open across the front.