She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Scarlett’s POV

Lilith needs money.

She never shows that part of her life to us. She is the kind of person who would take a student loan and three part–time jobs and never mention it to us. But she paid up that loan already and she just got a decent job. What could make her come for money like this?

“What’s the plan?” Lucas asks, his eyes on the fight, “I understand your worry, but your friend has the upper hand.”

“She just took a punch!” I hiss at him.

“Well, it’s still a fight,” Lucas rolls his eyes, his tone admiring: “She’s tough though. She would rather take a harder blow with her body rather than one on her face. To hide her secret, I assume?”

I lower my eyes, can’t look at the fight anymore.

I don’t know what to do. I have always respected her decision on this matter, but if she is taking such a risk for money, is it still okay to not intervene? But even if I wanted to help, I don’t know if I could, or if she would even take it. Telling her that I know about this might end up only hurting her.

“Let’s find those two first,” I turn around, mainly just to escape from the ring, “I want to know what they are here for.”

And I want to know what Oliver Scott meant by Lilith being Damian Vanderbilt’s “pet“.

them didn’t take too much time, making our way to them through the crowd did. They sat on the highest seat, close the range. Their fancy, spotless suits made them stand out from

Scott’s voice sounds taunting, “You pay your

Vanderbilt replies something, but it’s drowning in a wave

going to help?” Oliver Scott exclaims in surprise, “I thought this one was special.” This

from under the seats. I

give her some money on your behalf,” Oliver Scott suggests in a joking tone, “She gets money AND you can see if I become special to her,

time I hear Damian Vanderbilt’s answer, his voice cold and impatient, “She is MINE.” His voice is

scary power of warning.

laughs, nudging Damian Vanderbilt with his shoulder

possessive. Do you think

Vanderbilt stands up, buttoning his suits in

do have something you

Scott remains sitting, smirking. The laugh in his voice is obvious,

around, apparently giving him

intimidated, “You can chase me out, but can you call off this whole crowd? I might as well

“pet“, and even if she’s willing,

Lucas and he nods, making way for me. But then,