Chaptre 3 : Scarlett POV :
Every day, a new nightmare. I know exactly what will happen, yet I still go to school. Why haven't I changed school, you will ask huh ?
Simple. This is a prestigious private school that accepted me for FREE because my father used to work here as a security guard before his accident. But I don't believe it was an accident...
People here are rotten.
My father won't tell me the truth, but I intend to find out. That's why I stay, despite the humiliation.
After the accident, my father became disabled. He can't walk anymore and speaks slowly because of his injuries. Since then, I've been working part-time at a café to support us.
Officially, he fell from the second floor while taking a cigarette break-the window was open. But my father was a security guard. He barely ever went inside the school. And he didn't even smoke.
yeah i know i have a tough life ...
Today, I sneak in through the back entrance of the school to avoid those bastards: The Kings and queens .
You are not dreaming they call them like this sure after all the four of them are from wealthy familys ...
But suddenly-
A sharp pain rips through my scalp.
Sharon has grabbed my hair.
- Naughty panda, disobeying your master? she mocks, laughing with Liam.
Lana steps closer and slaps me hard across the face.
- You're so predictable. And stupid. panda .
She laughs.
Jason watches, as always. Silent. Still. Useless.
and whats their deal with pandas ? pandas are cute okay !
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2025
Scarlett POV Part 2 (2025, 26 years old) :
In front of me, an enormous board covers almost the entire wall of my office. Red strings connect photos, notes, places and detailed sketches. Every detail has been planned. Every act of revenge has been calculated for years .
This is no longer about anger. This is a promise.
I take a sip of my black coffee, my dark gaze scanning the faces of those who made my teenage years a living hell , a nightmare .
Sharon. Liam. Lana. Jason.
Under Jason's name, I wrote: "N1 IS A HEART❤️ ," with the note "Complicated..." He was the one who watched, who never hit, but never stopped anything either. Weak. Guilty.
Lana has a flaming music note next to her name, with a clear annotation: "The scandal of the year 🎉." Her love for music will be her own downfall.
Liam? He is "The King Falls" 😡🔥. He believes he's untouchable, but kings always fall.
And Sharon, the master manipulator-under her photo, I wrote: "The Queen will go down 👑💀."
At the center of it all, written in large, bold letters, is the word "INCÓGNITO", with Letty Prescar Scott written underneath.
A fake name. An identity created to infiltrate their world.
My name is scarlett prescott , and if you've noticed my fake name is basically a mix of my real one .
On the side, a detailed floor plan of Sharon and Liam's house. Another of the mysterious hidden door...
I smirk, satisfied.
The Scarlett from ten years ago is dead.
Today, I am beautiful, slender, my black hair cascading in perfect waves around my face. My once fearful black eyes are now deep, unreadable voids.
A cold beauty. A fatal beauty.
They have no idea what's coming.
Today, I have an interview.
Best Auto. The Calloways' company.
For the first time in ten years, I'm going to speak to them.
I smile, amused.
But today, I am not Scarlett.
I am Letty Prescar Scott.
I must become their secretary at all costs.
For that, I had to get rid of the old one.
I chuckle softly.
- Don't worry, I'm not a killer... or not yet.
Madeline is fine. For now.
And how did I make her disappear? Hm... not now. Let's keep the suspense a little longer.
Where was I?
I smooth out my elegant blazer and leave my apartment.
I ring the doorbell at Best Auto.
A few moments later, I step inside. My eyes land on Liam and Sharon, sitting at their respective desks.
My blood boils with rage.
I want to punch Sharon. I want to spit in Liam's face.
But no. Not now.
I must be the perfect innocent girl. The obedient, sweet Letty.
The interview goes smoothly. I am hired.
But I see it in her eyes. Sharon doesn't like me.
She's suspicious.
And I don't like that.
But what she doesn't know is...
I live under her roof.
I chuckle softly.
- Am I at home... or at the Calloways'?
I have a secret room.
A kitchen. A living room. A bathroom.
A whole hidden space-right under their noses.
And how did I manage this?
During the construction of their house, I paid. A lot.
I handed over a fortune to the contractors to build me a hidden entrance.
Tadam. 🎭