His Betrayal, Her Burning Revenge

e car moved silently through the night. Ethan Vance' s hand was on her thigh, his touch confident and possessive. He didn't speak, he rarely did duri

as a tech billionaire, a genius the world admired for his austere brilliance and quiet philanthropy. To the public,

te. When it was over, Scarlett didn't feel the usual rush

pressing in on her. She went straight to his bedroom, the sheets still cool and untouched. Lying in his bed, the scent of him

ered on the second ring. His voice was laced

arl

ign and flat. "I'll agree to this arranged marriage

hat's wonderful news! This will solve everything. The Sterling fa

, her voice hardening. She stared at t

ything you want." His

d thought. He was desperate. After she hung up, a wave of nausea washed over her. She was selling herself t

's laptop on the nightstand caught her eye. It was left

"Wi

e storm sc

r taste in her mouth. She knew exactly who that was. Her

was so absurd, so impossible, that she almost laughed. But the messa

n. "I have to step out for a

lear, replaced the emptiness inside her. She got dressed in a haze, pu

ty." It led her across town to a high-end hotel, the kind known for its discretion. She slipped out o

d with a concern she had never seen directed at her. He opened the back

tenderly, his arms wrapped securely around her frail body. Willow' s head rested on his shoulder, h

was Ethan's long-lost sweetheart, the one from his past he never spoke of. And she was Scarlett' s steps

s manipulative schemes, her stepfamily' s cloying presence, and now this. Ethan,

ape. It was a weapon. It was her revenge. She would use her father's desperation, drain him

teady now with a newfound, chilling

. "I want it to be extravagant. I'll be sending y

y. Homeless and penniless? That was a future she could deal with. B

cut off her credit cards after the first twenty-four hours of her vengeful shopping spree. She was wearing

car, his face unreadable. He g

his voice laced with a familiar, detached annoyance.

ve face and felt nothing but ice in her veins. She let him take her back to

Ethan insisted she attend. At the party, Scarlett co

er voice soft. She subtly touched Ethan's arm. "Eth

ntense it was physical. She saw the undeniable tenderness in Etha

d save from a deserted island. He chose Willow without hesitation. The crowd laughed. The ga

a cruel twist of fate.

His silence was the answer. It was a public humiliation, a fina

erupted in screams. Ethan pulled her off, his face a mask of cold fury. He chose Willow, just as he alw

end, Willow appeared in the doorway. The sickly, fragile

It was my idea. I needed him to keep you in line, to ga

alled cameras, Scarlett. In the bedroom, the li

, Scarlett was eventually released. She didn't cry. She didn't scream. She walked out of the party, took a ca

amic view of the city, and set fire to the curtains. She watched the flames lick up the expensive fabric, a

expected. Liam Sterling was a charming, healthy young man who looked at her not as a business deal, but as a long-lost dream. He conf

aign to win her back. He found and bought back her mother's antique necklace, the one Willow had spitefully claimed to have destroyed. He confronted Willow, exp

ement party, a wild, desperate man,

a quiet peace with Liam, rejected him. She had a new life, a rea

ecluded private island, a gilded cage where he tried to rekindle their past with lavish gifts and des

reacherous cliffside path, the ground gave way. As rocks and earth tumbled towards t

verything went black was Ethan, lyin

ho cherished her. Scarlett, reflecting on her tumultuous journey, realized she had

g to the memory of the woman he had loved, manipulated,