The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 191: Done Hiding

Liam’s POV

​Hearing her voice through the tiny speaker made my knees go weak. I had to grip the edge of the hallway table just to stay standing. Five years. Five years of waking up in the middle of the night mourning for a girl I thought was rotting in the ground.

​"Scarlett," I breathed out. The name felt heavy on my tongue, like a prayer I had repeated thousands of times in the dark. "Where are you? Tell me where you are right now. I’m coming to get you."

​"No, Liam. Don’t come looking for me," she said. Her voice was calm, but there was a sad, tired weight to it. "I didn’t send that painting to the auction so you could hunt me down. I sent it to let you know I am safe. I am alive. But I am not that little girl under the oak tree anymore."

​"I don’t care about the damn painting, Scar!" Leonard shouted, pushing past me to get closer to the phone. Tears were finally running down his angry face. "You fake your death, you let us suffer for five years, and now you call us on a landline telling us not to come? Do you have any idea what you did to us?"

​The line went quiet for a second. We could hear the soft sound of her breathing on the other end.

​"I’m sorry," Scarlett said softly. "But I know about the prophecy, Leonard. That is why I had to leave. If I stayed, you three would have torn yourselves apart trying to decide which one of you would have me. I couldn’t watch the three of you destroy each other because of me."

the air behind me. I turned

pale, and his hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides. He wasn’t saying a word. He was looking at the phone with an expression of pure terror. He wasn’t

was hiding something big, but right now, getting Scarlett back was

tone taking over, thick and commanding. "I don’t care about the prophecy. You are mine.... Tell me where you are, or I swear to God, I will use every single connection in this

laugh came through

to do what you want," she murmured. "But I’m not hiding from you men... I’m actually in China... I own a

Don’t you dare hang up—" I

​Click.

sound of the dial tone

let out a loud, violent scream of pure rage and kicked the hallway table, shattering the wood into splinters.

I just stood there, my chest heaving, the sound of her voice echoing

around to face Leo. He was still standing there, staring at the

she spoke. You didn’t even try to talk to her. Look