She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked by Nyx Rai

Scarlett's POV

In the end, I didn't talk to Lilith that night.

She doesn't want us to know. It might hurt her pride more than helping her with her financial problem. I need to talk to Aurora first about it. Besides, Lilith never mentioned Damian Vanderbilt to us, so I'm not sure how to talk to her about that either. I don't think Lilith would be with him if she knew he had other women, but I don't have evidence either.

But all these are just excuses.

I fled the scene because I might be a Vanderbilt, an unwanted one no less.

Lucas got a hotel for us, and I hid in my room for three days straight. My activities mainly involve searching about the Vanderbilts online and hiding under the cover every five minutes.

I believe the cover has the power to block off all ghosts, so it should be able to protect me from other horrible things, too.

There isn't much about them online.

Or, the ton of information about them online says little that I need. They appear on the news for museums under their name, for charities in which they participated, and occasionally, for some celebrities' interactions with them. And most of them are not even about Damian Vanderbilt. Apparently he has not yet touched the throne -- it still belongs to his father Johnny Vanderbilt, head of the Vanderbilt empire, husband of his late wife--

Emma Vanderbilt.

I can find about her is the confirmation of her death, which was twenty-something years ago, so there aren't even any traces online. She died in a car accident,

diminishing along the doubt are my hope and happiness about finding

more similar to the Fullers than to

to hide longer, but I can't. The movie's shooting starts today, and I have to be there. The position is beyond me as it is. I don't want to cause trouble for me and Adrian. Luckily, I don't have

of my mind and put on my armor: A bag, an iPad, lipstick and a few small things. That's all I need. A simple blouse, a pair of grey-green capri pants, and a pair of white canvas shoes. My style. I grab my bag and check up myself in front of the mirror before

surprise, when I get downstairs, Alfred is not the only one waiting for me. Adrian is there, too, leaning on the car with his arms folded when

alive," Adrian curves his lips, opening his arms for me for

the desire for the safe warmth

putting on a calm mask, "I

won't. I'm here because

need to accompany me for any of the shows after that, but he did just to make sure. I didn't want to take up

him home because the mission is over," I nod sideways

when I try to open