Scarlett’s POV
I didn’t cry.
Not anymore.
Crying was for people who expected kindness. For people who still believed the people they loved wouldn’t choose chaos over them.
I’d lost that belief.
So I didn’t cry.
I planned.
I sat by my bedroom window as the sun fell over the Carrington estate like a funeral shroud. Below, I could see Cassie by the pool, her phone glued to her ear, laughing as though she hadn’t once tried to destroy my life.
Inside, Maria moved through the halls like a queen reclaiming her throne. But I saw through it.
I saw the cracks in their arrogance.
And I would exploit every one.
They thought I was broken. They thought I was fragile from the accident, and desperate for love.
They thought wrong.
Because something inside me had shifted, sharpened.
I wasn’t t
