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“.

the crowd did. They sat on the highest seat, close the range. Their fancy, spotless suits made them stand out from the crazy crowd around them. Lucas and I sneak below their seat, even so, it’s

taunting, “You pay your woman so poorly that they have to do side jobs

replies something, but it’s drowning in a wave of cheering

to help?” Oliver Scott exclaims in surprise, “I thought this one

up, but it’s hard to see anything from under the seats. I exchange an angry look with Lucas,

a joking tone, “She gets

Vanderbilt’s answer, his voice cold and

scary power of warning.

Vanderbilt with his shoulder in

Do you think I would help if

up, buttoning his suits

have something you

voice is obvious, “But I don’t

around, apparently giving him

off this whole crowd? I might as

deserve to be treated as a “pet“, and even if she’s willing, he

and he nods, making way for me.