Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Scarlett’s POV

“Honestly, I could understand Clay and Merwell’s pain,” I said, my voice cold and steady as folded the mapen and placed it on the table. “They’ve always wanted me But you.” I trailed off, locking eyes with him, ensuring my words hit the mark. “You settled for me. So don’t tell me anything you think I

don’t already know ”

I stood, my chair scraping softly against the floor as I moved to leave. But Lucian was faster. He stepped it front of me, his body a barrier, his presence

heavy with desperation.

“Out of my way, Lucian,” I said, my tone calm but resolute.

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Instead of moving, he took a step closer. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the tension radiating from him palpable. His swollen eyes betrayed the weight he carried, and for once, I could see all his emotions laid bare. He had learned the pain of silence, the consequence of his own choices.

“Please don’t,” he finally whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling. It was almost inaudible, but the raw anguish in his words was impossible to miss.

“Please, Scarlett, don’t,” he repeated, his hand reaching out to grasp mine. His touch was hesitant, trembling with fear, and I could smell it-his fear, his hopelessness. He was laying everything on the line, a man stripped of all his armor.

but please. “Words can never describe how sorry I am,” he said, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. “And I don’t expect you to just forgive me, Scarlett, don’t do this.” His grip on my hand tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to convey how much he was clinging to this moment, to me.

“Stasia was a mistake,” he admitted, his voice thick with regret. “I shouldn’t have brought her up. I shouldn’t have believed Bianca. I shouldn’t have put the law above you. I was foolish, blind, and wrong. But please, Scarlett…” His voice broke completely as he leaned closer, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You are my life. If you leave me…” He choked on the words, unable to finish the sentence. “There will be nothing more to live for.”

He held on tightly, his body trembling with the weight of everything he was confessing. This was Lucian, stripped of his pride, his defenses, his excuses. He stood before me not as a leader, not as a warrior, but as a broken man who had run out of weapons to fight with-except his heart.

I stared at him, his face strained and his pain etched in every line. He wore his suffering openly, unable to mask it, unable to pretend anymore. For a moment, the world seemed to pause, the weight of his words pressing down on both of us.

“I’ve made countless promises to you, Scarlett,” he said softly, his voice steadier now, though still raw. “And I’ve failed you in every way that makers. I won’t add to that pile of empty words. What I can offer you now is justice. I’ll find those who’ve hurt you, and I’ll make them pay.” His grip on my hand faltered slightly, but he held on, as if afraid I’d slip away,

“And as for me…” He paused, his gaze locking onto mine, pleading, vulnerable. “All I can ask is that you forgive what I’ve done. And give me the chance to rebuild. To rebuild myself, to rebuild us.”

Laucian’s voice cracked as he spoke, his words raw, unfiltered, and dripping with desperation. Tears slid down his face, unguarded and vulnerable.

“The thought of you leaving… it’s upbearable,” he admitted, his voice trembling as if the confession itself took every ounce of strength he had left. “I hope you’ve given Clay and Maxwell this by choosing to stay-it’s everything to them. But please, Scarlett, don’t leave me out. I promise to cherish you, protect you, and honour you all the days of my life. Without you, I have nothing. I am nothing.”

The sight of him this strong, resolute man reduced to raw emotion-broke my heart. I thought of how fiercely he had faced Garland, how unwavering he had been in his duties, and I realized he was this vulnerable now because of me. Only I got to see this side of him, this fragile part he hid so well trom the world. Only I would ever see him like this. But was it enough?

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Chapter 200

Lucian I began, my voice soft yet firm, and his gaze shot to nine, filled with expectation and hope.

“I am not severing our bond,” I said, and the relief that flooded his face was immediate and overwhelming. For a moment, he was completely still, his breath catching as the words sank in.

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