Scarlett POV
I found myself running back into the garden, searching endlessly for the card.
After minutes of frantic digging, I spotted it tucked between two flowers. I stared at it for a long moment.
Am I really ready to do this?
To offer my body just to get what I want?
But what choice did I have? If I don't do this, he wouldn't help me. And no matter where I ran, the cops would keep hunting me down.
With trembling hands, I went back upstairs and dialed the number.
It rang twice before he picked up.
"Hello, sir… it's Scarlett," I said hesitantly.
"What." His voice was flat.
"I wanted to know if you were still willing to help me."
"Are you ready to accept my conditions?"
My throat went dry. "Yes," I whispered, my heart in my mouth.
"Good for you. I'll stop by later today—we'll discuss the rest."
Before I could respond, he ended the call.
I lowered the phone, my hand shaking, my chest tight.
Why was I always the one being used?
My ex used me, then threw me away.
