Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 161

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Scarlett’s POV

Silence settled in the car, thick and uncomfortable. No one spoke, no one dared. I preferred it this way. then yoires grated on me, reminders of everything I’d lost and everything they’d taken from me. I had no desire to reconnect or to forgive. Instead, I had my own pland, my own agenda. At the top of my har

was vengeance.

I could almost see their faces, the ones who had wronged me Timothy, Tasha, Stasia, Branca, the bearded man, David, all those who had spun lies, who had watched as I suffered. They had fed off my misery, turned their backs on my cries for help. Now, they would face the Vladislay they had molded me into:1 would become the monster they feared but only for a while. And once I was done, once I had cleared out the rot, maybe I could finally let go, must as Keith had urged me to. Maybe then, I could finally release this anger, shed the darkness.

I glanced at the road ahead, a vision of Redcape looming like a shadow in my mind. I would take back what was mine my territory, my freedom. I would sever every tie, end the farce of a marriage, free myself from every chain they’d forced upon me. The only thing that would remain between us would be the

bond I couldn’t discard, the bond that had marked me forever.

The thought of what I would do when I returned to Redcape filled me with a dark anticipation that stirred something deep within me. My magic surged, wild

and uncontrolled, crackling through me like a storm. I felt it build in my fingertips, the electric currents snapping between them, and a sudden gasp escaped

Martha. I glanced down, seeing the violent energy sparking from my hands. It was raw, fierce, like an untamed beast. I had to do something before it got out

of control.

I lowered the car window, stretched out my hand toward the passing forest, and released the energy. A new, brilliant green current shot from my fingers, blazing through the trees, and within seconds, a line of scorched trunks marked the spot where my magic had touched. The sharp scent of burnt wood drifted into the car as the energy dissipated, leaving an eerie silence behind. Slowly, I closed the window and sat back, feeling the weight of everyone’s

stares.

I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. In fact, it was the opposite. I’d let the energy out to protect them, to keep it from lashing out uncontrollably. My magic was still untamed, driven by emotions, unpredictable and fierce. Keith had always been there to help me manage it, his own power blending with mine, calming it. But now, without him, I had to rely on meditation, on my own efforts to control this wild force. And I wasn’t sure I was ready.

The drive was long and tense, stretching through endless roads until, finally, Redcape appeared on the horizon. The pack house loomed in front of us, familiar but twisted in my eyes, like a place I’d once known but no longer belonged to. The van with my things followed close behind, and I remembered

could be. Keith’s mysterious gift, wondering what

As we pulled up, I noticed something odd. The pack members, usually full of arrogant confidence, were different. Their eyes darted nervously, and their steps were cautious. They seemed almost… fearful. Their shoulders were hunched, their voices hushed. It was as if the energy had shifted in my absence, as though something had changed. But whatever it was, I felt no sympathy, no curiosity. These people weren’t my concern. They had never been my people.

Lucian came around to open my door, extending a hand as if to help. I met his gaze with an icy glare, and he withdrew, hurt flickering across his face. But I felt nothing. I’d lost any sense of pity or connection for him, just as he had once turned his back on me.

“Don’t touch me,” I growled, my voice low but firm. He nodded, stepping back without a word. For a brief moment, his words from that day echoed in my mind, uninvited, hateful.

“Strip her bare and let the world see what is left of the Vladislav bloodline. Let them know that the king of the South is no more, and we own it all!”

My fists clenched as the memory sent a fresh wave of rage through me. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down before stepping out. I couldn’t afford to lose control here. Not yet.

As I stepped down, whispers rippled through the crowd. The stares, the murmurs – it was all familiar, but this time, I felt only a distant disdain. I wasn’t the same Scarlett they had once trampled on, the girl they had stripped and humiliated. I was something else now, and they could feel it.

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Chapter 161

Go about run business, or you will be punished Larian on feed them, his voire echoing in the quiet,

I let out a bitter chuckle, giving him a sidelone glance.

“As if you have the courage to follow through on your threats,” I said, walking past him.

“Except, of course, when it comes to defenseless little girls. You know, the kind you can strip bare and leave to freeze in the cold My voice cut through the

air, just loud enough for the others to hear, and a tense silence settled around us. None o&them dared to respond.

I kept walking, heading straight for the pack house. I didn’t look back, didn’t wait to see their reactions. I had my own path to walk, and it no longer involved any of them. My destination was my old room – not the place they’d once convinced me was home, not the space they had made me feel safe in before turning on me. No, I would stay in the room I used before, a room that held none of their false promises.

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