She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked by Nyx Rai

102 My Kind Of Fun Scarlett's POV

Ohh, now that makes sense. No wonder why Ava would reach out to me, at the price of painting at peaceful illusion in front of Mom between us no less. She panicked because she thought Sebastian had a glimpse of her true color. Wait, no, that doesn't make sense at all.

That wasn't like him at all, Shouldn't he be beating the shit out of Liam Ryan for smearing the name of his pure angel? Finally, after all these years, Ava stepped on a line that even his blind love couldn't make him look the other way?

Now this is my kind of fun, to see that Ava actually understands what fear is.

"I seem to remember that you said it wouldn't matter even if I told him the truth, and he will no matter what," I tilt my head at Ava, "That night when you showed off to me about how he proposed to you, remember? In fact, you dared me to tell him-" will love

you

"You bitch!" Ava snaps at me, but she keeps her face straight. I glance at Mom, and she moves her vicious death stare away from me.

"I'll help you leave the city," Ava suddenly says, "Divorce him, and I'll help. I can even help you find your real parents. You have been sneaking around Dad's study, I know."

"Seriously? I mean, fool me once." I snort, not falling for her trap this time, "Scheming for your whole life, and this is your solution when you realize that you are losing him? Even a promise solid as gold is not enough to outshine your true color, what does that tell you, sister?"

plane would crash if Ava was the one who arranged

color burns through the skin you stole from me bit by bit, and how will see everything that you

snake it is, "You should never have existed! You dipped in MY parents' love, you dipped in a

Ava felt

our tragic feud all these years, Ava was mean and horrible, but

even Anna

distorted "family" to exist.

under threat. If they had told

stripped of a

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feel tired. I don't even have a reason to hate them.

me, Jack Fuller would have found you another blood vessel," I say calmly, "but that one is your dad's fault. He took me home as a slave, but he gave me the fake title of an adopted daughter. If he didn't lie to the both of us, you wouldn't be distorted to such by jealousy, and I wouldn't be drowning

resentment."

in shock, not expecting this