SCARLETT'S POV.The next time I saw Luca was two days later. He was at the kitchen, sitting on a stool and eating cornflakes when I walked in, dressed for school.It was like he'd purposely avoided me for those two days. Because he was practically nowhere to be seen in the house, or at least not in the usual places I saw him. He was probably trying to give me some space after what had happened. Speaking of what had happened that day, I hadn't been totally drunk back then, just slightly tipsy. But after I'd gotten a crazy idea in my head, I'd decided to go with it—over exaggerate it to see what was going to happen. It had been something I'd seen on a TV show. A girl had decided to test her boss who she had a crush on by pretending to be drunk just to see if he was going to take advantage of her, and when he did, she killed her crush on him and punched him in the face the next day. I'd thought it was going to be great to know if Luca was going to be like that guy and so I'd pretended

SCARLETT'S POV.I drove to the address that Kevin texted to me, I knew it was a house address and that meant that I was visiting him, but I liked to tell myself that I was being brave. Because for all I know the man could be planning to kidnap me the moment I arrived. Anyways, I shut the engine when I got to the driveway and then when I was sure Luca's car was parked safely, I got out of the vehicle and made my way towards the apartment building. Entering the elevator with erratic breathing and clammy palms, I took a deep breath and told myself that I needed to do this. I needed closure with him. It was the only way I could truly move on and forget about him. I also needed to see his face while he admitted everything just to be completely and utterly convinced that he was a bastard. Getting to the door of his room, I pursed my lips before I knocked. Okay, Scarlett this is it. "Scarlett?" He asked from inside in a quiet voice and I rolled my eyes. Oh of course. He probably had so

SCARLETT'S POV. "Get off me, you asshole," I used all my strength to push away away from Kevin but the guy was just too strong. "You're crazy.""You love it," he laughed into my ear. "How do you expect me to believe that you don't want me? You used to love it when I whispered in your ear and played with your hair like this," he tugged on my hair, sending a sharp pain to my scalp that had me wincing. "Stop, you're hurting me," I cried, struggling but his grip only tightened like my pain was fueling him."I'd stop only if you tell me the truth, that you still love me."God what was wrong with him? I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have agreed to meet him, but then how would I have known that he was keeping such nasty photos of me in his apartment. "How can I love you?" I sighed in frustration. "You have been lying to me about your entire personality, you've played with my feelings for years and now you're even hurting me.""But I wouldn't have to hurt you if you just give me wh

SCARLETT'S POV.Getting to my car was difficult after Kevin had pushed me out. It had been so difficult, because my legs were weak and my heart heavy from all I'd uncovered. It hurt so bad, I feared my heart was going to shred to pieces inside. It was like a knife was continuously being stabbed into my chest while I just watched. I wanted to scream, to trash things, to vomit, to rip my hair out, but I stopped myself. If I was going to break down then I needed to reach the mansion first and get to my room. Once the car door was shut, I took one last glance at the deserted surroundings of the apartment building before I pulled out, wondering how in the world I'd taken such a big risk. The guy could have killed me in there. Once properly on the road, I took a deep breath and focused on driving. As I drove, I went back into thinking about everything Kevin had said and how he'd acted so crazily. It was still shocking to me to hear that he had been collecting money from my dad to keep

LUCA'S POV. "Make sure you search everywhere, and I mean every goddamn place in this city until you find her, understood?" I instructed the five men in front of me before dismissing them with a wave of my hand. Immediately they spread out, I let out a huge sigh and started to pace around the room, continuously checking my phone to see if I was going to get anything from Scarlett. She was getting me so worried. It was early in the morning and she still hadn't come back. After spending the rest of the day catching up with Grace in the laundry room, I'd realised that it was getting very unusual for her to have not come back. What could she possibly have been doing? Where did she go to? Had she been so angry at me that she'd decided to spend the night elsewhere, maybe with her boyfriend? Or maybe had that been her plan along. To get me to let her go by herself and then flee as far as she could. Had she really run away from me?Those thoughts kept running through my mind and kept me up