Chapter 107: It’s You

Scarlett’s POV

​The air felt different when I woke up. It was heavy and still. But the smell was what hit me first. It was that expensive, spicy scent that always followed Ethan. My eyes snapped open. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. Then I felt the heat of a bare chest against my cheek and the solid weight of an arm around my waist.

​I didn’t just wake up—I jerked away.

​The movement sent a sharp, stabbing pain through my head, and my stomach flipped. I scrambled backward, my hands tangling in the sheets as I tried to get away from him. I tried to stand, but my legs felt weak, like they might give out under me. I had to grab the heavy bedpost just to keep the floor from rising up to hit me.

​"What are you doing here?" I choked out. My throat felt like it had been scrubbed with sandpaper.

​The memories came back in painful, ugly flashes. The maid with the bowed head. The bitter, metallic taste of the tea. The way the world had tilted until I was staring at the floor. I remembered the screaming—the triplets. I remembered the heat of Leo’s skin and the way he begged me to breathe.

​So why was Ethan the one holding me?

sitting up slowly. His eyes were red-rimmed, and his hair was a mess. He looked like he’d aged

bare shoulders, then looked at the rumpled pillows where Leo had been just hours before. A bitter taste, worse than

leave," Ethan said, his voice dropping to a low, flat tone. He started to slide out

make him flinch. "Please... just stay

head against the cold wood of the bedpost, my breath coming

right to ask for anything," I whispered, looking at my bare feet. "I know you paid for me. I know I’m just a commodity

with tears. A single tear tracked down his cheek, disappearing into the stubble on his jaw. I stared at him, my mind reeling. What is wrong with him? He had clearly asked me to stay away from

look at him anymore. I turned and stumbled toward the bathroom, my hand fumbling for the handle. I didn’t even look back

stepped under the showerhead and turned the handle all the way to the side. The freezing spray hit my skin, knocking the breath out of my lungs, but I welcomed it. I wanted to wash away the scent of

the water hiss. I was so lost in the noise that I didn’t hear the door open. I didn’t hear

felt the

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