Scarlet’s POV
I saw it.The fakeness, the act, the carefully placed tremble in Sienna’s voice.
She was playing the victim, like she always did.And Ryan, like the i***t he was, was falling for it.
I clenched my fists, rage burning through me.I was done.I didn’t care who was watching.I didn’t care if this made things worse.
All I knew was that I was sick of Sienna’s games.Before she could continue her performance, my hand flew out again, slapping her across the face.
Hard.
A sharp gasp rippled through the hallway.But I didn’t stop there.
This time, my nails dug into her skin, scratching a deep line across her perfect, lying face.
Sienna let out a shocked scream, her hands flying to her cheek.
“You—” she choked out, her eyes widening in horror as she felt the scratch. “You scratched m
