She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

174 Blood On Hand

Scarlett's POV

I slept in the bedroom I had slept in for the past five years.

Alone, but it already gives me a long-lost peace. Sebastian kept his promise and gave our house all to myself. I woke up to my routine in my own house, to a refreshing mood that nothing could have ruined.

Until I remembered, Ava's birthday was in three days.

Her birthday parties had been one of the fanciest events in the city every year, with all kinds of celebrities attending. Sure she has been raising as a young actress - her roles bought or earned aside - but these people are far beyond the league she could befriend. They are not here for her, nor for the second teir last name, Fuller.

They are here because Sebastian has been the star of her birthday party for as long as I can remember.

He didn't participate in the planning this year. His name has been far away from her birthday party, even from the guest lists. This sends an abnormal message, and a lot of important people has been holding off a reply on the invitation because of this. Hence today's front page story-

Tear of the Ocean Queen resurfaced! Or, Tear of Queen Vanderbilt!!!

Sebastian subscribes to several papers, physical, papers. He is old-school in his personal life. But I didn't see anything this morning, and I didn't realize that he was trying to keep them away from me, which is why the first time I see this story was at the shooting scene, with everyone giving me weird looks and a copy of this newspaper.

Under the long, bold, all-capital, extravagant title is a picture of Ava, with my mom's necklace shining on her chest. Seemingly taken without her knowing, but it captured her at the perfect angle.

"Looks like she found herself a better target,"

Amilia Watson J cock an eyebrow, not expecting that harsh a line from someone who knows their way in the entertainment business. Sebastian's name has carried Ava a long way, but he wasn't her only card. "Who knows," I shrug. This time it just might be the target that found Ava instead, judging by Damian

Vanderbilt's attitude.

He doesn't seem to want to find his real sister. In fact, he might not even care who his real sister is. I mean, I don't even share the same eye color or hair color with Ava, and I think that's pretty hard evidence already. "You should go to her party this year, with YOUR husband in your arm!" She wrinkles her nose, only to make a face in my surprised look, "Sorry, I sort of heard a little about your story. But I'm totally on your side!" "It's okay..." I give her a polite smile, and she sticks her tongue out before leaving me alone. I don't go to Ava's birthday party. Everyone knows that. But the drama with Sebastian is not even my worry right now. Damian Vanderbilt is.

174 Blood On Hand

The weirdest about him is not why he doesn't seem to realize that I was his sister; but that he hasn't made a move on me. If he wanted to eliminate his competition, then he wouldn't have let me live this long; if he wanted his sister home, then he would have come to me by

now.

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The only possibility is: the title of Mrs. Knight is what keeps him at bay.

Maybe I should find a chance to hint it to him that I have no interest at his inheritance, so that we can be at peace while keeping this secret hidden for the rest of our lives.

But that requires letting him know that I know his secret, which might trigger him to make a move.

The urgent decision to make, is whether to warn Ava about this.

Damian Vanderbilt IS her new target. No question about that. If she just wants to be Mrs. Vanderbilt, then it's not too big a deal. She would show her true face at some point, and realize that he was never interested in her that way. She would make herself a fool, but I mean, that's just who she is.

But what if he wasn't looking for his sister to take her home?

That looks more and more like the case, and I don't want her blood on my hand.

I pull up Sebastian's name and type: [Hey, I need to see Ava tonight. Would you like to come with me?]