Scarlett's POV
"...Fuck you, Raphael. See what I'd do to you in court."
Our rough conversation ended with me threatening him. I didn't care if he had more leverage in terms of money. If anything, he was the beggar, looking for widened p***y holes to make himself feel at home.
A shudder of pure torment and anger riled up my body. I looked into the big mirror, the reflection of a fuming dragon stared back at me.
My face, consumed with rage, looked so much older than I was supposed to look for my age. Does anger and stress really contour the facial features? Changing it into something ugly over time?
"Ugh. f**k this." Grunting, I walked into the bathroom to clean myself up. The stickiness was off of me, and so was his scent and all other things. I emerged out of the bathtub o
