Chaptre 6 –Scarlett POV Part 1 :
I was sitting in the middle of the bed, running my fingers through my long wavy black hair, adjusting it perfectly. Tonight, I was going to the Calloway house for dinner.
So funny.
and the funniest thing is that sharon is the one who invited me .
I let out a small laugh, then a louder one. The thought of it was hilarious Crazy—they had invited their worst enemy into their home to take diner with them , and they had no idea.
A full, uncontrollable laugh bubbled out of me, filling the room. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to muffle the sound. But it didn't work , suddenly, Jason's voice interrupted my amusement.
— "What's so funny, babe?"
My laughter stopped instantly. Scarlett, you need to be more careful.or jason wil suspect me .
I glanced at him and forced a smirk.
— "I just remembered something funny, Jason."
Before I could react, Jason jumped into the bed like an overgrown rabbit and wrapped his arms around me.
— "Tell me, or I'll tickle you." His voice was playful, teasing.
I blinked.
— " what Tickle me?" I barely had time to finish the sentence before his hands were on me, relentlessly tickling my sides.
Laughter erupted from me, uncontrolled and loud. My body twisted under his touch, trying to escape, but he wouldn't stop. The apartment was filled with my laughter and his deep chuckles.
It was stupid.
it was nonsense .
It was childish.
It was... warm.
Pure Love .
And For the first time in years, I felt something I shouldn't feel.
Safe.
Normal.
Like a human.
Like a woman who wasn't plotting revenge, but simply existing in the arms of a man who held her like she mattered like he can do anything for her a man that truly love her .
Jason's apartment was nothing like the dark corners I hid in. It was modern, sleek, masculine. The walls were a mix of deep gray and cool blue, a perfect balance of strength and calm.
The bed we sat on was huge, covered in soft navy-blue sheets. A city skyline painting hung above the headboard, giving the room a sophisticated , elegant yet personal touch. Everything was clean, well-organized, with just a few personal items scattered around mainly books —evidence that Jason wasn't just some rich businessman; he was someone who cared about his space.
And now, I was in it.
Wrapped in his warmth.
But I couldn't forget—
I wasn't here to fall for Jason Caldwell.
I was here to ruin him.
To destroy him ...
Or my heart ...
And yet... why did it feel so hard to remember that?
I slipped into a sleek short black dress, paired with matching black heels . Yeah, all in black—to darken their lives. 😈
A hint of perfume vanilla scent . A bold red lipstick that match perfectly with my black outfit .
Perfect , no mistake .
Jason, as always, looked elegant and effortlessly handsome. I glanced at him, my eyes softening with something dangerous—affection or lov**. No. Stop.
I snapped out of it and gave myself a small slap.
Jason saw it.
— "Letty... are you okay?" he asked, concern flickering in his deep blue eyes.
I forced a quick smile.
— "Yeah, Jason! It's uh eh ... it's a massage. Yeah, a face massage they say its good for the skin ."
Jason laughed, shaking his head.
— "You're so weird today, but I love it."
Then, before I could react, he kissed me.
A real kiss.
Not one of strategy. Not part of my plan.
And damn it, I felt it.
For a second, I was loved.
Oh god. My heart hurt.
why does my heart hurt like this scarlett !!!!
— "It's late, let's go," Jason said, grabbing the keys. "Look, Letty, if they say or do anything to you, just tell me, okay?"
So sweet. So protective.
I made a fake puppy face and giggled.
— "No worries, Jason."
The drive to the Calloway house was short, but my mind was spinning.
When we arrived, I took a deep breath, pretending to see it for the first time.
The house was modern, massive, and luxurious.
Glass walls, steel accents, a perfectly manicured front yard. It screamed money and power.
I laughed softly. Explaining it like I wasn't already living inside it.
In a secret room behind the kitchen refrigerator .
Oops i said too much its still early !
Under their noses.
In front of their eyes ... Funny .
Part 2 (Scarlett POV)
Sharon opened the door, dressed in a white "good girl" dress with a delicate pearl necklace resting against her collarbone. She gave Jason and me a wide, practiced smile before pulling Jason into a hug.
— "Oh hey, Letty! Welcome to my house ."
I forced a fake smile and give her a small hug.
— "Hey, Sharon yeah its nice here ."
(Someone give me an OSCAR for my acting performance before I vomit .)
I stepped inside, and then I saw HER.
Sharon had always been the queen bee, the one who controlled everything, but Lana Kensington?
Lana was the monster, a psychopathe .
The one with no conscience. The one who took pleasure in every second of my suffering.
And now? She was a celebrity. A famous face. A singer A bully that the world had rewarded with fame and fortune.
So unfair.
But I would make things fair by my own .
My way.
My Plan .
My revenge .
She glanced at me, her blue eyes sharp with recognition. And then—that smile.
That evil, knowing smile.
I Hate it .
Its the Same One she had ten years ago. The one that said she enjoyed hurting people.
She hasn't changed. Not even a little.
— "Hey! Betty, right?" Lana said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "I'm Lana. Oh! Hey, Jason babyyy."
She leaned in and kissed Jason's cheek.
I clenched my jaw , i felt jealousy ...
Jason instantly pulled back, looking uncomfortable.
— "Hey, Lana... and it's Letty. Not Betty. She's my Pretty girlfriend."
Damn. Why is he so sweet? so caring ? So manly !!!
Lana's smile faded just slightly before she forced a laugh and flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder.
— "Whatever, dear."
Her eyes met mine again, colder this time. She looked me up and down like she was already deciding she didn't like me.
Before I could say anything, Liam appeared in the doorway.
— "Ding Dong , Dinner is ready Friends . Come."
I took a deep breath, masking my emotions.
Let the show begin.
Its Time For Scarlett To Shine !
part 3 Scarlett POV :
We were eating, the tension thick in the air, when a devilish, yet stupid idea came to me.
I placed my fork down and stood up casually.
I was like a little child who know that he will make a mistake but still do it ...
— "I'll just go to the bathroom."
The moment I rose from my seat, Sharon stood up too.
— "Oh, Letty, I'll show you the way you don't know the place ." She smiled, ever the perfect host.
I almost laughed. Dear Sharon, I know your house better than you do , i have a blueprint of it in my room .
I pretended not to notice her, not even looking in her direction, and walked directly toward the bathroom, my steps confident and sure. Straight to the door, no hesitation.
As I entered, I caught a glimpse of Sharon's face—
In love with The face that she did .
Shock. Confusion. Suspicion.
I bit my lip, fighting the urge to laugh.
Why did I do that? Why take the risk?
I didn't know. I just wanted to.
And it was worth it.
A small chuckle escaped as I locked the door. Damn, I need to control myself.
This was the most idiot think that i did but still it was funny .
I stood there, gripping the sink, trying to stop my uncontrollable laughter. It was too soon for this. Too soon to start pushing their suspicions. I had to play it safe.
For now, we'd just eat.
And then we'd leave.
But this was only the beginning.
The real game hadn't even started yet.
Get Ready Sharon
– Part 4 (Lana POV)
I woke up to the sound of my own music alarm , its a pop song called " Bluebell" , that talk about one sided love , blasting through my gigantic San Francisco apartment. The sunlight streamed through the large windows as I lazily pushed back the curtains, still dressed in my small white shorts and loose shirt, my bare feet cool against the floor.
I ran my fingers through my messy blonde waves, staring outside absentmindedly. But then, her face popped into my mind.
Betty .
or is it !
Letty.?
Something about her was familiar. Too familiar. Where have I seen her before?
She was maybe a student in our high school ?
No i don't think so ...
But honestly, what pissed me off more was that she was with him.
The man I had loved more than anyone. The Love of my life
Jason.
I dated him back in high school. Well, "dated" was a big word. He was never truly interested in me. But I had my ways of keeping him close. I forced him in another way.
The " Bluebell " song talk about him about my one sided love ,my solitude ...
And even after all these years... I still loved him.
I threw my head back and let out a loud, hysterical laugh.
That girl.
Letty .
That nobody. She had what was mine.
Still laughing, I reached for a glass of whiskey with ice, because why the hell not? Morning drinking wasn't a problem for me.
But then—
CRASH!
The glass flew from my hand, shattering onto the floor.
My breath hitched. Not from the noise.
From who had just entered the room.
My father.
Harold Kensington. A man of power. A man of control. A man who never took "no" for an answer. A man that i fear ...
His eyes were filled with rage as he stormed toward me. And then—
SLAP.
Then
SLAP AGAIN .
Two sharp sting spread across my cheeks as my head snapped to the side.
I touched my face, my fingers trembling slightly.
— "I leave for two weeks in rome , Italy for work to gain money , and I come back to find you drinking again?!" His voice was full of disgust. "You're an alcoholic, Lana! I thought you changed."
I stayed silent.
— "When will you finally grow up why are you always like this change lana grow up ?! Any scandal you cause will be the end of you the end of us! You work as a singer in my company, not somewhere else not yours ! You are my only daughter, and you've always been nothing but a walking scandal! If you mess up again, Lana—that's it."
I swallowed hard, my eyes lowering to the floor.
— "Sure, Dad. I'll do what you want. i promise"
His rage didn't cool. It never did.
— "Liam and Sharon built themselves back up, even after what happened to Liam's father. Jason is a successful leader. But you? The only reason you have anything is because of me. My money. My power.My Wealth You need to start acting like it."
With that, he turned and walked out, leaving me standing there.
He hadn't even noticed.
Hadn't noticed that when the whiskey glass shattered, a piece of it had sliced into my foot.
Blood pooled beneath me, but I didn't flinch.
Pain?
That was nothing new.
i don't feel anymore ...
We don't have a perfect father-daughter relationship, I guess.
Part 5 Sharon POV :
I had been suspecting Letty a lot these past days, but I let it go. That was until I received an email from madeleine boyfriend Marc .
Apparently, since the day she resigned, she hadn't been seen again.
Strange ...
What happened to her?
I arrived early in the morning at Best Auto we start usually at 9 am i was there at 8 am , determined to find her phone.
I had left it here after she quit. I didn't look into it much at the time because I thought she'd come back for it and it will be weird to open her phone .
But now... after this email... something felt wrong.
Where is Madeleine ? .
I unlocked the office door and immediately started searching everywhere.
One hour passed.
I had checked everywhere.
In the Place where i Found it .
Her Office , Then i searched Mine , Liam one and even the small kitchen that we have here
No phone.
Then... I felt a presence behind me.
Before I could turn around, a hand landed on my shoulder.
I jumped and let out a scream.
It was Liam.
Behind him... stood Letty.
Our New Secretary ...
— "Wow, wow, baby, Shar are you okay? Were we robbed or something? What happened to the office?" Liam asked, looking at the mess that i did .
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
— "No, baby, I was just looking for something."
Letty smiled sweetly.
— "Can I help you find it, Sharon?"
Something in her voice made my stomach twist.
— "No, no, it's okay i will search it alone , thanks." I quickly dismissed her.
I grabbed Liam's arm and pulled him a little farther from Letty, lowering my voice.
— "Baby, Marc sent me a message. Madeleine never came back. And remember her phone? The one I found here?"
Liam nodded.
— "Well... I can't find it anymore."
Liam froze.
A silence stretched between us.
Then, he sighed and shook his head.
— "And, Shar? That's between her and her boyfriend, not us." His voice was firm. "Besides, she still has the office keys. Maybe she came and took by herself."
I blinked. "I forgot she still has the key but maybe..."
Liam cut me off, rubbing his forehead.
— "Stop, baby. Just stop. This is nonsense. Let it go. We don't care."
I wanted to let it go.
But something deep inside me told me...
Madeleine didn't take that phone.
So Who Did ?
– Part 6 (Sharon POV)
Its September 28
Today, we were working, inspecting and buying cars.
Well, they were working—Letty and Liam. Meanwhile, I was secretly searching through the security camera footage.
Madeleine left her resignation letter on September 17.
Letty's interview was on September 20—the same day I found Madeleine's phone and left it here.
But then I noticed something disturbing.
The footage for September 17, 20, and 26... is missing GONE .
No camera data. Nothing.
Its like the camera stopped working only for this three days ! .
Why those specific days?
It's as if someone deleted them... but how, who and why ?
Only Liam and I know the passwords for access .
This is getting weirder each minute.