127 Lashing Out

Scarlett’s POV

“No, thanks,” Noticing Ava’s stare I add, “I have to go and guard my plunder.”

Jack Fuller left the table when Ava teared up at her prince gulping in sweat. Anna Fuller sat through the dinner with us, mostly out of manner before she left the moment she was allowed to.

But not Ava. She stayed, and apparently, she had words for him, too.

It’s been a long day, and I need to make sure I have a bed to sleep in for the night. I wouldn’t be too surprised if Ava bought Alfred to mess up the room instead of cleaning.

“I’ll walk you to your room then,” He offers jokefully, adding before I could say no, “Or you’d rather talk about our deal here?”

timidly as

him coldly to wait for his decision. I know what his decision

nails his on me. I leave. Love is a game big enough for only two, and I no longer want to play with

stopping me this

with Ava’s room. He cleaned out all her traces. Almost like she has not lived here. To make me feel at home maybe, he even moved some of the old things in from the attic. I’m actually surprised that the Fullers

when I was too young to see the distance in my “parents‘

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trying to decide whether to look at my most precious memory from when I hadn’t found out the true color of my family, or

I take

pulls the album out from under my finger gently. He followed me up. I know I can upset Ava easily now, when Sebastian suddenly is hell–bent on maintaining our marriage; I know if I so much just nod, I can have the man

just not the

saved me anymore. There is ten years of hatred between us. And I’m not that helpless little girl either. I am

and going through the album, Sebastian quickly puts it down

need to keep a distance from her,

him: “You

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