Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 157

hapter 157

“Yet you let Staya hum Troek. 1 Pend, my voice lazed with contempt. “She was allowed in spread her poison, feeding everyone livs arut dare parting me at every turn. She moned through the park without a care, whispering against me, tearing me doen while I held the title of Cara, eke was free to undermine me without consequence.”

I paused, feeling the depth of my own furt. “I was wolfless, had nothing. You all saw fee as weak, s worthless. Even when you pretended to accept felt the pity in your eyes, the silent judgment. I felt small, useless, like a burden you could barely tolerate. I didn’t confront Stasia. I couldn’t I was alre broken, already humiliated.”

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My voice rose as the memories crashed over me, each one more painful than the last. “You were supposed to be my mate,” I spat, my eyes fixed on Lacian. “You were supposed to be on my side, the one person who would stand up for me. But instead, you let her stay. You allowed her to poison Redcage with her words, with her lies. And then you cut me off-all because of the lies Bianca fed you!”

My voice broke as I looked at him, my heart pounding with the rage and sorrow I’d buried for tolong. “You chose her oves me. Your chef. A servant. You chose her over your Luna, over the woman who was supposed to be your other half.” Tears spilled down my cheeks as I relived the pain, the humiliation of being pushed aside so easily.

“Strangers took the stand against me and you believed them. Eager and willing to cast me aside. To condemn me to my ill fate.” I said and chuckled. “But why wouldn’t you? I was useless. And somehow you believed I had no options. That was why you all could be so careless and brutal. Expecting me to take whatever was dished to me. I was a charity case, the daughter of your enemy,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with grief.

I wiped my tears, feeling drained and empty but relieved to have finally spoken the truth.

“Bianca had worked for your family her entire life, and I was just a Vladislav,” I said, a bitter laugh escaping my lips.

“You said you were out there looking for Gregory, trying to prove my innocence. But in all that time, did it ever cross your mind to check on me? To see how I was doing, even once? If either of you had come, you would’ve seen the truth. You would’ve realized what I was being put through. Instead, you left me alone, at the mercy of people who despised me.”

A single tear slipped down my cheek, and I brushed it away, refusing to let them see how deep the wound still went.

“I was hungry. I went to bed on an empty stomach night after night. I had to chew on bits of pollen just to numb myself enough to fall asleep, because sleep doesn’t come easy when your stomach’s empty and your heart is broken. They forced me to work in the hardest conditions, barefoot in the bitter soil, under a sun that burned and bruised. They mocked me, degraded me, treated me like I was nothing.”

My voice trembled as I recounted the memories. “There were days I wished for death. But it never came, no matter how hard I prayed for it. I endured migraines so fierce they blinded me, alone in the dark, with no one to comfort me, no one to care. I suffered everything in silence. And when I finally tried to fight back, you didn’t just punish me. You stripped me bare and tied me to a post for everyone to see, left me exposed, abandoned, with no dignity left.”

I forced a smile, though it held no warmth. “You remember that, don’t you? ‘Strip her bare and let the world see what’s left of the Vladislav bloodline, I quoted, my voice dripping with the same venom I’d heard in theirs.

“Let them know the king of the South is no more, and we own it all!”” I let out a bitter laugh, knowing that line would haunt me forever. They all fell silent, and Lucian’s face was streaked with tears. I could see his remorse, but it was too late. The damage was already done.

I took a deep breath and looked around, letting the quiet fill me with a sense of peace. “I’m happy here,” I said softly. “Keith and I may not be fated, and maybe he eased my heart with magic, but I like it here. He listens to me, cares for me, and protects me. He put me above his pack, cherished me without question. He accepted me, and to him, my last name wasn’t something to be ashamed of. He’s been everything I once wished the three of you could’ve been

for me.”

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Tanya Gordon

I am so glad you stood up for yourself Scarlett, it’s about time!

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