She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

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

face straight. I glance at Mom, and she moves

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

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

plane would crash if Ava was the one who

leave the city anymore,” I enjoy the fire in her eyes that my taunt lights up. “I want to stay and watch how your true color burns through the skin you stole from me bit by bit, and how will

dipped in MY parents‘ love, you dipped in a luxurious–life that didn’t belong to you, and you dipped in a man that’s

never knew Ava

in our tragic feud all these

Maybe even Anna Fuller, partly, for allowing

distorted “family” to exist.

just to feel safe for having a daughter whose life was continuously under threat. If -they had told me it was a deal, maybe it wouldn’t feel this bad. I would have dealt with them

felt I was stripped of a

+25 BONUS

Kind

suddenly feel tired. I don’t even have a reason to

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

resentment.”