Silas and I reached home and it was nothing but a deathpool. I went to find Scarlett only to see an envelope with pictures of me and her having sex in New York. We were being fucking spied on and I didn't even had a hint about it.
I called for Silas in aggression and shown him the pictures.
"What the fuck! Scarlett saw them!"
He roamed around the room with clattered books and broken vase when he found the note.
"It's in Italian!"
I ran down to Johanna in realisation.
"Johanna, who did this? Who came in the house?"
"Jayce..."
My eyes were about to pop out of my balls but I felt Johanna's body loosening in my arms.
"Fuck Johanna! Wake the fuck up!"
This was the first time me and Silas cried.
"We need to find Scarlett."
Blood could clearly be seen in my eyes.
Silas called me out in my office and I ran to him.
"What the fuck happened!"
"We can track her down!"
"Fuck how ?"
"Jayce's phone!"
Here have his number.
He started tracking his number on his laptop but the frown on his face told me that it is much more difficult to find Scarlett. The veins in my mind were about to burst.
"His phone is fucking off!"
"Let's play visit to our beloved Father-in-Law!"
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Stringed by Hate
RomanceSCARLET MACKENZIE He was my death. Ruthless. Arrogant. Death. The more I saw him, the more I felt intimidating . He was the structure of Greek God with the heart of Satan. I highly doubt if he had heart. This was my husband. SEBESTIAN CAMERON. The...
