Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 94

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Scarlett

Chapter 94

Scarlett’s POV

A hand struck my face, a sharp, resounding slap that felt like thunder rolling through me. The sting burned hat, not just on my skin but deep within, like a

brand marking my shame for all to see. I couldn’t bring myself to lift my head. I stayed down, eyes fixed on the dirt beneath me, feeling the weight of

humiliation press down harder than any blow.

When I finally stirred, blinking away the daze, I saw I was tied tightly a post. Bound like an animal, I was displayed for everyone, forced to stand there as

though I were some object of twisted amusement.

The full realization of my failed escape sank in, colder and more suffocating than the ropes cutting into my wrists. I had tried so desperately to flee, but here I was, dragged back to the place that had already stolen so much from me. Shame washed over me like a bitter wave, a reminder of all the hopes I’d just seen crumble.

The familiar scent of my mates filled the air, heavy and unyielding. My heart twisted in my chest, sinking into a hollow ache.

There was no escape–not from this place, not from the chains they had wrapped around me. All my sacrifices, alt my hopes to break free, felt like ashes now, slipping through my fingers. The very place I had risked my life to leave behind was now the prison tightening around me.

The air around me buzzed with anger, thick and suffocating, wrapping around me even tighter than the ropes. I could feel the resentment, like invisible hands closing in, leaving no space to breathe. Here, in the North, mercy was a word that didn’t exist; forgiveness, a foreign concept. They would never see me for who I was, only for the sins of my

bloodline.

Inside, I felt myself breaking, piece by piece. A quiet, aching destruction, tearing through the fragments of strength I had left. I didn’t know how much more of this I could endure, how much longer I could bear the agony that clawed at me from every side–the shame, the pain, the relentless sting of betrayal. They had decided, that I would suffer for sins that weren’t mine. For crimes I hadn’t committed.

The people despised me, hated me with an intensity that felt unjust, cruel, unbearable. They stripped me of my title, my land, everything I had known. All that was left to me was my life, fragile and tenuous, and I knew that if they could, they would take even that. My heart burned with anger–anger at my fate, at the North that had branded me a villain, even at my own mates who had so easily turned their backs on me.

In that moment, I felt hatred boiling in me–a hatred so fierce it almost frightened me. I hated them all: the North, my mates who had replaced me without a second thought, and even the fate that had bound me to them. But beneath all that anger, I couldn’t find regret. Given another chance, I would still have tried to escape. It was the only choice left to me, the only act of defiance I had.

“Why did you do it?” Clay’s voice cut through my dark thoughts, piercing me with its cold, accusing edge. There was anger in his eyes, a rage I had once thought would never be directed at me. He had been the kindest of them once, or so I had thought. But that kindness was gone burned away by my defiance, by my refusal to yield. Did he truly believe I would just accept this life, this endless suffering?

They had dangled love in front of me, given me a glimpse of warmth and hope, only to snatch it away the moment a lie was whispered by that wretched merchant, Gregory. They believed the lies without hesitation, slipped back into cruelty as if that was all I deserved. I had already lost so much to them–my innocence, my pride–and I would not give them the satisfaction of taking my spirit as well.

“Why did you do it, Scarlett?” Clay’s voice was hard, sharp, filled with an authority that bore down on me like a physical weight. But I refused to let it crush me. I clung to the last fragments of my strength, determined not to break under his gaze.

Then came Lucian’s voice, cold and unfeeling:

“Strip her.” The crowd erupted, their voices a wave of sickening glee. The cruelty in their cheers cut through me, deeper than any knite. I should have known better- this was the North, after all. They would never forgive, never let go. My punishment would be their spectacle.

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Chapter 94-

1 Look at Clay; my eyes silently pleading for any trace of the warmth that had once been there. But his gaze was empty, hollow, a void where love had once lived. That emptiness pierced me deeper than any punishment ever could. I looked to Maxwell, desperate for a glimmer of kindness, a flicker of mercy, but found nothing. In that moment, I knew: I was alone. No one would save me Not Clay, not Maxwell–no one.

Once, they would have stood by me, would have fought for me. But now, they were just as cold and distant as the rest. The pack wanted me gone, broken, humiliated. I was nothing to them now, just a nuisance they needed to discard. I wanted to scream, to rage against the injustice of it all, but I held back, clinging to my last shred of dignity.

Lucian’s hatred was relentless, his anger a blade that cut into me with each word he spoke. “Let the world see what remains of the Vladislav bloodline,” he sneered. “Let them see that the king of the South is gone, and that we wyn it all.” His words were a brutal zeminder that I had no place here, no identity beyond what they gave me. I fought to stand tall, to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. I would not let them see me break.

A guard stepped forward, his hands rough and unfeeling as he reached for me. His touch sent a shiver of disgust through try skin, a violation that words

couldn’t capture. This was a final cruelty, a stripping away of the last shreds of dignity I had clung to. I turned again, desperately hoping that Clay or

Maxwell might intervene, that someone might remember the person I was. But they only watched, unmoved, as if I were already dead to them.

A single tear slipped down my cheek, but I swallowed back the rest,

sing t

to

give them the satisfaction of seeing me completely broken.

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Michele Gremillion

I can’t believe they would take Bianca words over hers. they truly r unfeeling alphas.

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