Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 131

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Scarlett

Chapter 131

Lucian’s POV

The memories twisted inside me, vivid and merciless. I thought of the day Maxwell and I came home and made her wear those damp, uncomfortable clothes because we refused to let her use our things.

The cold–heartedness of it sickened me now, yet she had never complained. She just bore it all, quietly, with a strength we didn’t deserve to witness. And even after everything, she had opened her heart to us. She allowed herself to love us, to see something good in us when we gave her every reason not to.

I clenched my fists, feeling the fire of anger and guilt burn within me. How could we have allowed people like Bianca, Stasia, and Gregory to treat her with such contempt? We favored the pack, protected their petty feelings over the well–being of the one who was supposed to be our mate, our equal. And now, we were paying for it. This mess was ours, a twisted reflection of everything we’d allowed and encouraged.

The image of Timothy and Tasha flashed in my mind, and I felt a white–hot fury course through me, I wanted them gone. The elder council, with its outdated rules and manipulative tactics, had poisoned everything. They had destroyed Scarlett’s life, and in doing so, they had destroyed ours. I didn’t care what Elsa told me; the council’s days were numbered. I would dismantle it, ruin every single one of them if that’s what it took for them to feel even a fraction of this agony. They would know what it meant to lose something irreplaceable.

Martha’s words echoed in my mind, her quiet voice recounting how she had tried to stand up for Scarlett, only to be silenced and dismissed by Tasha. The council only allowed those with harsh words against Scarlett to speak. They’d crafted the narrative, pushed her into a corner until she had nowhere left to turn. I felt sick with rage, a deep, vengeful anger building within me. They had manipulated everything from the start.

And then there was Stasia. I’d thought that maybe, in her own way, she might regret what she’d done. I’d secretly kept Martha in her cell, hoping it would be a leverage to bring Stasia back. But now, I realized that hope was as empty as the promises we made to Scarlett. Stasia was nothing but selfish, and I wouldn’t hold Martha any longer for her sake.

Once Elsa spoke to us, I’d release Martha from her confinement. She didn’t deserve to pay for the council’s sins or Stasia’s indifference. I’d make sure she was treated well, that she was finally given the freedom she’d been denied.

I waited, a storm of regret, fury, and shame roiling within me, each memory fueling the promise that things would change. They had to. For Scarlett, for the

broken pieces of us, I would make things right–even if it meant tearing down everything that had once held us together.

Maxwell entered the room, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, his skin dusted with the chill of the night air. I knew he’d been out by the roadside again,

waiting and searching for Scarlett’s scent, the same as he did every single day. He walked to the living room, his expression distant and cold, and sat down

across from me rather than beside me, a silent statement of the distance that had grown between us.

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