Chapter 13 – part 1 Scarlett POV
We were eating, the tension thick in the air, when a devilish, yet stupid idea came to me.
I placed my fork down and stood up casually.
I was like a little child who know that he will make a mistake but still do it ...
— "I'll just go to the bathroom."
The moment I rose from my seat, Sharon stood up too.
— "Oh, Letty, I'll show you the way you don't know the place ." She smiled, ever the perfect host.
I almost laughed. Dear Sharon, I know your house better than you do , i have a blueprint of it in my room .
I pretended not to notice her, not even looking in her direction, and walked directly toward the bathroom, my steps confident and sure. Straight to the door, no hesitation.
As I entered, I caught a glimpse of Sharon's face—
In love with The face that she did .
Shock. Confusion. Suspicion.
I bit my lip, fighting the urge to laugh.
Why did I do that? Why take the risk?
I didn't know. I just wanted to.
And it was worth it.
A small chuckle escaped as I locked the door. Damn, I need to control myself.
This was the most idiot think that i did but still it was funny .
I stood there, gripping the sink, trying to stop my uncontrollable laughter. It was too soon for this. Too soon to start pushing their suspicions. I had to play it safe.
For now, we'd just eat.
And then we'd leave.
But this was only the beginning.
The real game hadn't even started yet.
Get Ready Sharon !
Chapter 13 – Part 2 (Lana POV)
I woke up to the sound of my own music alarm , its a pop song called " Bluebell" , that talk about one sided love , blasting through my gigantic San Francisco apartment. The sunlight streamed through the large windows as I lazily pushed back the curtains, still dressed in my small white shorts and loose shirt, my bare feet cool against the floor.
I ran my fingers through my messy blonde waves, staring outside absentmindedly. But then, her face popped into my mind.
Betty .
or is it !
Letty.?
Something about her was familiar. Too familiar. Where have I seen her before?
She was maybe a student in our high school ?
No i don't think so ...
But honestly, what pissed me off more was that she was with him.
The man I had loved more than anyone. The Love of my life
Jason.
I dated him back in high school. Well, "dated" was a big word. He was never truly interested in me. But I had my ways of keeping him close. I forced him in another way.
The " Bluebell " song talk about him about my one sided love ,my solitude ...
And even after all these years… I still loved him.
I threw my head back and let out a loud, hysterical laugh.
That girl.
Letty .
That nobody. She had what was mine.
Still laughing, I reached for a glass of whiskey with ice, because why the hell not? Morning drinking wasn't a problem for me.
But then—
CRASH!
The glass flew from my hand, shattering onto the floor.
My breath hitched. Not from the noise.
From who had just entered the room.
My father.
Harold Kensington. A man of power. A man of control. A man who never took "no" for an answer. A man that i fear ...
His eyes were filled with rage as he stormed toward me. And then—
SLAP.
Then
SLAP AGAIN .
Two sharp sting spread across my cheeks as my head snapped to the side.
I touched my face, my fingers trembling slightly.
— "I leave for two weeks in rome , Italy for work to gain money , and I come back to find you drinking again?!" His voice was full of disgust. "You're an alcoholic, Lana! I thought you changed."
I stayed silent.
— "When will you finally grow up why are you always like this change lana grow ?! Any scandal you cause will be the end of you the end of us! You work as a singer in my company, not somewhere else not yours ! You are my only daughter, and you've always been nothing but a walking scandal! If you mess up again, Lana—that's it."
I swallowed hard, my eyes lowering to the floor.
— "Sure, Dad. I'll do what you want. i promise"
His rage didn't cool. It never did.
— "Liam and Sharon built themselves back up, even after what happened to Liam's father. Jason is a successful leader. But you? The only reason you have anything is because of me. My money. My power.My Wealth You need to start acting like it."
With that, he turned and walked out, leaving me standing there.
He hadn't even noticed.
Hadn't noticed that when the whiskey glass shattered, a piece of it had sliced into my foot.
Blood pooled beneath me, but I didn't flinch.
Pain?
That was nothing new.
i don't feel anymore ...
We don't have a perfect father-daughter relationship, I guess.