She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

015 He Is Bad News

Scarlett’s POV

Working on my script for the whole day, I was drowning in an unfamiliar sense of satisfaction. I have put ” family” as the core of my life for so long, that I forgot the fun of living for myself.

When I finally put it down, I almost missed my date with Aurora. Hurrying out of her place, I got to Nightingale 10 minute

to 8. I prefer being early.

I wish I didn’t.

Nightingale is the biggest nightclub in town. Best place for entertainment for any and everyone, so long as you can afford a drink. We used to come here all the time in college, enjoying its “safe hour” for a little alcohol and a lot of fun.

8 pm to midnight, four hours of light, fun music with drinks and chats and snacks. Safe hour. Because after midnight, the heart–pumping DJ would get up there and boil this place into a crazy porridge. Drugs, sex…You name it.

But tonight, the safe hour is not safe, for me.

I ordered a non–alcohol at the bar. I regret coming in the moment the bartender shoots me that weird glance. I should have waited for Aurora, outside. It might be “safe hour“, but it’s still a nightclub.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

And trouble found me even before I could get my drink.

“Miss Fuller?” With too sweet a smile, a young man – a boy – scooches up to me almost pasting his body

– to my legs, “Boss wants you. Please.”

I frown at him squeezing distance out between us. He has no sense of a proper manner and I have to

leave the stool to dodge him.

“Who is your boss?” I grip my phone tight, not sure if 1 should call for help. This is not the sa women, not to mention a pregnant one.

He grins at me, then turns his head as a hint. I follow his sight to look.

Gabriel fucking Fuller.

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I really shouldn’t have come tonight. But then again, if he wants trouble with me, I wouldn’t be safe even if not at a nightclub.

Gabriel is Jack’s only son, and Ava’s only big brother. And I’m pretty sure to him, Ava is his only sister, too.

I was hurt by Sebastian because he cares about Ava so much that he is blind when it comes to her. He would scold me without caring whether I was the one misbehaving.

But Gabriel?

He is her real minion.

He is not decent as Sebastian tries to be, he is a real bully.

Even if Ava so much as shoots a frown in my direction, he would come for “revenge“. He broke my toys. that I refused to lend to Ava; he destroyed my homework and told the teachers that he could prove!

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didn’t do them, cause he was my brother who lived under the same roof with me, he would spread rumors about how I cheated my way through anything I did better than Ava.

I enjoyed school because I had two loyal friends. But it doesn’t mean I wasn’t suffering with the shadow called Gabriel over my head for ten long years.

What scares me the most is, he couldn’t lay a finger on me…until now.

[Code red, help!] Code red is Gabriel for me, Aurora, and Lilith.

I only managed to send a quick message to Aurora before the boy basically dragged me to his boss.

Sitting among his “gang“, Gabriel gives me his iconic evil smirk, leaving me standing in front of his table, suffering the humiliating stares and laughs he approves his gang to shoot me. Just like in school.

Gabriel is the most typical rich brat as it comes. School king, popular among bullies and those who fear bullies; mean girls by his side, one after another.

“Haven’t got time to teach you a lesson, little Scar,” Gabriel starts lazily. He is smiling but his tone is dangerous, “…is that why you dare to bully Ava now?”

Bully Ava? I laugh. I should have known, I mean, even rejecting to give Ava my doll is a crime. So it makes total sense that Gabriel is here for revenge after what happened three days ago.

“After all these years, you are still just her little minion without a brain of your own,” I fold my arms, counting how long it would take Aurora to come in my mind, “what am I supposed to have done this time?”

Ava lies. Period. I don’t know why a spoiled princess like her even needs to lie. It’s not like her army wouldn’t tear me apart if she just told them to. But she likes to lie her way into that, as if that gives her extra satisfaction. She frames me like it’s her job, and she is serious about her career.

“You tried to kill her, didn’t you?”