LUCA'S POV. THREE DAYS LATER. After catching up with the doctor about Scarlett's condition, I left her office and made my way back to Scarlett's room. She was lying on her bed with her head propped as she stared blankly ahead. My breath stopped when I saw her face. Damn. I'd never seen someone look so beautiful while in a condition like this before. The bandage wrapped around her head had somehow become cute now, and her eyes had finally started to come alive. I watched her from the glass doors for a while until I cleared my throat, walking inside. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, crossing my arms. She noticed me and a frown settled on her face. "How could I not hate you? What could have happened in those months that made me trust you?"This question again. She'd been asking it steadily since she woke up. I understood why she was confused and wanted to know, I mean, if the last thing she could remember was when I pointed a gun at her and her boyfriend then she had every r

SCARLETT'S POV. After Luca had left, I realised that I really was alone. The nurse had been a good company but then eventually she'd left to go on with her business and I'd realised that I really had no one to talk to and nothing to do. And after staring at the ceiling for a long time and thinking of how miserable I felt, not being able to walk or stand or move anywhere from around my pelvis area, I decided that I'd had enough. The nurse had mentioned something about trying to get some fresh air earlier, maybe I could try to do that. I was looking through the window at the trees that were blowing out with the wind, when my mind caught on something. Abby. Abby, I'd totally forgotten about her or the rest of my friends. Luca had definitely not told her that I was here. I needed her so much right now. It felt like I had no body, and I was regretting allowing Luca to leave me here. Who knew when he was going to be back? He had probably had enough with staying here and doing nothing wi

LUCA'S POV. "Why are you not scared?" Penelope asked, eyeing me from head to toe. I just shrugged. "You're not really very scary now that I know you're the one.""But you saw what I did to Scarlett," she sounded really pissed. "Wasn't that scary enough for you? I'm pointing a fucking gun to your head actually.""Yeah, I know," I stuffed my hands into my pocket and bounced on my toes. "I'm still not scared of you or that guy. Who is he anyways? Your lapdog?"The guy behind her growled at that and came towards me so fast to throw a punch. He landed the blow, but immediately he did, I got mad and decided that I could actually beat the shit out of him.He landed another blow to my cheek and then he tried again, but I dodged and realised that if I wanted to have the upper hand, I had to find a way to take him down. "You stop that now, tiger," Penelope warned, pointing the gun at the two of us, confused. I used the opportunity I got once the guy turned to look at her to my advantage. Ti

LUCA'S POV. I wasn't sure if I'd heard properly. Had Marilyn just talked about Isabella? Isabella, my sister. How the heck did she get to know."How did you?" I started but then trailed off, stunned. "You know about Isabella?""Yes I do," Marilyn offered me a sad smile. "Wait... Isabella?"Scarlett questioned, she and her friend looking completely lost. "That's... What did he to her?"I couldn't respond. I couldn't say anything more actually. It was like my throat had gone completely tight and no sound could come out. What the heck was with that reaction?"What he did to all the other girls," Marilyn answered. "She used to work as an intern at the company, and your dad he... h-he was abusing her for the longest time.""Fuck," Scarlett gasped, voice shaking. "How? W-why was she? Oh my God... Dad is such an asshole."Abby looked horrified by the news too, she went over to offer Scarlett some comfort when she saw the was her friend was reacting. This was not good for Scarlett. She didn

LUCA'S POV.After Belle left I stayed for a while outside, watching the sky as it got darker and darker. I kept thinking about Isabella and dad, and everything that had happened, but this time I found that the more I thought about it, the more I started to see Belle's point clearly. That was the problem, I was holding onto the pain and bitterness for too long, I didn't even know how to stop doing it. I'd thought I was ready let it all go for Scarlett, but today had made me realise that there was still a part of me that wanted to be mad at her, at somebody for everything. It wasn't fair at all to Scarlett. She didn't deserve to get hate for something that she knew nothing about. After a little more time reflecting, I slapped my palms and decided that I had to go talk to her. About everything. Just let it all out. And see where we can go from there. I made my way back to the room where I saw Marilyn and Scarlett hugging from the glass doors. Abby just stood watching them with tears i