SCARLETT'S POV. After a small chat with Grace at the kitchen, I whipped myself some food and then went back upstairs to get ready before Luca got back. He had promised that the meeting was going to be brief, so I wondered why it was taking him so long to get back. When I was seated in the living room, watching a reality show, Luca stepped in, work bag in his hand and a scowl on his face. I shot up instantly and went to stand in front of him."Is everything all right?" I asked, glancing around his face to see if I could get a hint of anything, but I couldn't. "Are you okay?""I'm fine," he said, not looking at me. "So, I see you're ready to go. I'll just go up and get ready quickly, I'm sorry for the hold up, the meeting was more hectic than I expected.""Oh, uhh there's no problem, you can go," I gave him a small smile and he simply just walked out, heading up the stairs. I really wanted to know why he had been mad while coming in, but maybe as he said, it had been because of the h

SCARLETT'S POV.The air in the room was tense as Luca and dad sat across each other, looking as if they were ready to go into fight mode if we didn't hold them back. "What is the problem with you, Ramson?" Mum asked, crossing her arms with disappointment evident on her face. "Why did you attack him like that? That was so unnecessary.""Very unnecessary, Dad," I concurred, trying to get Luca to look at me but he didn't, he just continued to frown at Dad. "The bastard deserved it," he defended, snarling. "How can he come to my house and insult me like that?""Yes he insulted you, but you shouldn't have gone all violent on him. That was wrong," Mum said, shaking her head. "He doesn't deserve anything but that," Dad yelled. "He took my daughter away from me just because I couldn't pay him back the money he so generously handed to me. Oh God. I should have suspected it back then when he'd been so eager to help me out.""Yeah, you should have," Luca smirked evilly. " It was dumb of you t

LUCA'S POV.Immediately Scarlett walked out of the house, I turned towards Ramson and made my way to stand in front of him. He was way shorter than me, so that helped in intimidating him like I wanted to. I scoffed when I caught the pissed off frown on his face, and the way he balled his fists as if trying to control his anger. What the heck did he have to be angry for? Scarlett was the only one who deserved to be mad here. She was the one who had been lied too and kept in the dark about everything. Heck, how didn't I see it so clearly sooner? The more I looked at the man and thought about everything that had happened here, the more I realized just how much I'd wronged Scarlett. God, I'd wronged her so bad. These people were horrible parents and she shouldn't have had to suffer because of them. I shouldn't have brought her into my revenge plan at all. I'd regretted my actions the more her mother continued to attack her for not supporting her scumbag husband, and I felt like the le

SCARLETT'S POV. After finding out that it had been Penelope Cruz Luca had been talking to at the door, I'd gotten mad and then rushed up to my bedroom to go vent out some of my anger and frustration. But then when I'd gotten there and taken a well needed deep breath, I'd felt myself calming down and had decided that thrashing things was not going to solve anything.Maybe I actually needed to see a psychologist. Smashing things and going all crazy whenever I was mad was not a good thing. And the fact that I'd tried to end my life that day still scared the shit out of me. I had flopped down on my bed and switched off my cellphone after seeing all the messages from a few school friends, asking how I was doing. I knew they were only trying to get more information on the hot topic of my dad and I really wasn't down for that shit. The news has started to spread even more widely now and I feared that my life was never going to remain the same again. I was going to be known as the sick ass

SCARLETT'S POV. "So the spaghetti is overcooked," Luca declared, giving me an apologetic look. "Great. Just great," I sighed, not hiding the fact that I was mad at him. He didn't want a relationship? Who was asking?"Hey don't act like it's all my fault," he scrunched his nose when he tasted it. "We both got carried away." "Well, you were the one who was trying to seduce me," I spat. "If you had not done that then it wouldn't have happened...""But you were the one who took my attention when you fell from that stool," he accused, seeming to be ready for whatever I was bringing. "Well, I didn't intend to fall. It was a mistake.""Why are we having this argument? We could be making a new one instead of arguing right now." "Why can't we just use this one? Overcooked doesn't mean it's inedible, and I'm hungry.""I believe there are some tamales here, you can have that while I make it. And just so you know, I can't make the perfect spaghetti and meatballs with overcooked spaghetti."