LOGINScarlett's POVSilence fell over the room. Claire looked at Marcus, then at me, then at Marcus again. Her face was tense, her lips pressed together."Darling," she said, her voice slightly irritated. "What does that matter? Miss Moore is a respected professional. It's not because of her name that we're here.""I know." He didn't take his eyes off me. "But there's something about you, Scarlett Moore. Something that makes me feel that I've… anyway, forget it.""You must be mistaken, Mr. Sterling." My voice remained firm, but inside my heart was racing out of control. "I've never been to New York. I've never seen you before.""Then why does your gaze seem so familiar to me?""Marcus!" Claire's voice was louder now, impatient. "Stop it! You're embarrassing Scarlett. It's not her fault she reminds you of someone."He didn't respond. He continued to look at me, as if trying to solve a puzzle that had haunted him for years.It was then that Helena intervened."Mr. Sterling," she said, her vo
Scarlett's POVI clenched my hands under the table until I felt my bones crack. Sweat ran down my back, soaking the thin fabric of my clothes.The air left my lungs as if someone had punched me in the stomach. My palms became moist.My heart raced, beating so hard I could hear the blood pulsing in my temples.He froze too.His blue eyes fixed on me. They didn't look away. They didn't blink.He said nothing. Just looked. As if trying to see through me. As if he were recognizing something he couldn't explain.As if he were trying to unravel a mystery that had haunted him for years.I felt my entire body stiffen. The mask I had built so carefully began to crack.For a second, for a fraction of a second, I was Emily again. The fragile woman. The woman who had lost everything."Marcus?" Claire's voice cut through the silence. Her hand touched his arm, a possessive gesture he endured with visible effort. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"He didn't answer. He continued to look at me."Mr. Sterli
Scarlett's POVThe office was silent.I was sitting, my eyes fixed on the computer screen, but my mind completely elsewhere. The words on the screen were in front of my eyes without me truly reading them. All my attention was focused on what I was about to do.Helena was sitting in the armchair in front of my desk, her attentive eyes watching me like an eagle watching its prey. Her silver hair shone in the afternoon light. Her hands rested on her lap, calm, but there was something in her posture that betrayed the tension."Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, her voice calm, but with a tone of caution I knew well. "Talk to her again, so soon?""Yes." I pressed my fingers on the table, feeling the cold wood against my skin. "It's been a long time since I've had contact with them. Claire is the key to reaching Marcus. I need to convince her to bring him along. For the plan to work, I need to have both of them here, in the same place, at the same time.""And how are you going to
Scarlett's POV "That's not true, it can't be..." The air left my lungs. I felt the world collapse around me. "How long?" "One year, maybe two." Tears began to form in his eyes. "If treated, maybe more. But there's no cure, Emily. There isn't." "No." I squeezed his hand harder, as if I could hold him there, as if I could stop time from passing. "No, Father. You can't. You can't do this to me." "Daughter, don't be like this..." "I just found you!" The words came out in a scream. Tears streamed down my face without stopping. "I just found you, Father! You can't leave. Not after all this. Not after all these lost years. Not after finally having you!" "Daughter..." His voice was trembling. "I know. I know it's not fair. I know it's not the right time. But you needed to know. I couldn't keep hiding this from you." "No." I squeezed his hand, my fingers trembling. "We're going to fight. We're going to find a doctor, a treatment, whatever it takes. We're going to fight together. I
Scarlett's POVThe car stopped in front of a wrought iron gate, tall and imposing.The bars were thick, the iron details handcrafted, with arabesques that curled like vines. Behind it, a cobblestone road snaked between ancient trees, the intertwined branches forming a green tunnel that hid the view until the end. And at the end, when the road opened up, a gray stone Victorian mansion emerged, with tall, narrow windows, a tower on the right corner, and vegetation climbing up the walls as if the house were part of nature. It looked like something out of a fairy tale. Or a nightmare, depending on who told the story."Is this the house?" I asked, my voice low, almost a whisper.Helena, sitting beside me in the back seat of the car, nodded slowly. Her eyes were fixed on the mansion, as if she were recalling something ancient."Yes." Her voice was soft. "It's your father's house. Where he lived his whole life. Where your mother lived. Where you lived, before your grandmother took you away.
Scarlett's POV The morning sun came through my bedroom window, but I didn't see it. I didn't feel the warmth. I felt nothing but the emptiness that had occupied my chest for three years. Because I can't stop thinking about that man. About my father. About Thomas Moore. About everything he said, everything he did. The memories I have of my childhood, the fragments my grandmother told me, the stories she invented to keep me away from him. It all fits. It all makes sense. The pain in my chest never goes away. It never will. But I need to heal. If I want my revenge to happen, if I want to destroy the Sterlings, if I want to find Nathalie, if I want to rebuild my life… I need to leave the past behind. Or at least learn to live with it. I got out of bed. Looked in the mirror. The woman I saw there was different from three years ago. Shorter hair, darker. Colder eyes, more calculating. A slimmer, firmer body. The surgery had changed my features, but it hadn't changed my essence. The
Emily's POVThe clock on the wall said 7:30 in the morning when I woke up on the couch.My neck hurt. My back hurt. Everything hurt. The blanket had slipped to the floor during the night, and the morning cold came in through the poorly closed window.The coffee table still had two mugs, one intact,
Arthur's POV The phone vibrated on the dashboard mount. Peterson. Video call. I pressed the green button without taking my eyes off the road. "Arthur, what the fuck have you done?" My friend's voice came out shrill, cutting through the silence of the car. I glanced at the screen. Peterson's face
Emily's POVShe waited, her eyes wide, confused, searching for an answer she was already starting to guess."Emily," Nathalie called again, her voice low, trembling. "Why is Arthur Sterling here? Why did he do that? Why is he helping you?"I didn't answer. I couldn't. The words were stuck in my thr
Emily's POV The silence on the other end of the line was unbearable.I waited, holding the phone against my ear as if it could give me some answer, but only Arthur's heavy breathing came through, that sound like a clock marking the time of a decision he didn't want to make.I looked at Nathalie, w







