Chapter 61 Want to Break the Contract Without Him
So much had happened since Scarlett got her hands on those divorce papers. And somehow, it all circled back to hurt Yara in the end.
All because of that forty percent stake in the Ross Group.
She'd demanded those shares after discovering Wesley had faked loving her—all because of who her family was. He'd played her like a fool.
At the time, she'd been seeing red. Revenge was all she could think about, and the best way to hit him? Take what he loved most. His precious company shares. The ones she'd helped build, project by project.
But then everything spiraled. She got the shares, signed the papers, and suddenly accidents started piling up—until Yara got caught in the crossfire.
Yara was the only family Scarlett had left. She couldn't let anything happen to her.
If she kept fighting over these shares, even after the divorce, they'd never have peace. Wesley would hound her. Hell, his parents probably would too, showing up at her door every other day.
And now Wesley was suddenly backing out of the divorce? Of course, it was about the money.
If holding onto these shares meant more chaos, more danger for Yara... screw it. She didn't need them.
All she wanted was a quiet life with her sister.
Give the shares back. Get a clean divorce. Be done with it.
Scarlett smoothed down her clothes, steadied her nerves, and stepped out of the hotel room. For the first time in forever, she felt... light.
She was halfway to the elevator when a voice called out behind her.
"Ms. Mellon."
She turned. Aiden Smith. She hadn't seen him in ages. She gave him a polite nod.
"Mr. Smith."
Aiden closed the distance between them, eyes fixed on her with obvious curiosity. "You here for business?"
She hadn't crossed paths with Aiden since Ambrose had her blacklisted. Now, running into her at the Evergreen Club after all this time? Of course, he was curious.
Scarlett nodded but didn't elaborate. The elevator dinged open, and she stepped inside. Aiden followed.
There were other people in the elevator, so Scarlett kept her distance. Behind her, where she couldn't see, Aiden pulled out his phone and fired off a quick text to Ambrose.
The elevator reached the ground floor. Scarlett stepped out, Aiden right on her heels, trailing her all the way to the club's entrance.
"Ms. Mellon, you didn't drive. Let me give you a ride." Aiden offered.
Scarlett gave him a polite smile. "Thanks, Mr. Smith, but I already called a car."
Aiden didn't push it. Moments later, the valet pulled up with his car. But instead of leaving, he lingered. Waiting.
Scarlett's rideshare arrived quickly. She reached for the door handle when a hand clamped around her wrist. She spun around.
Ambrose.
Under the streetlights, his face was all sharp angles and cold authority, those narrow eyes cutting right through her. "I'll take you home."
She tried to pull free. "Mr. Boleyn, that's not necessary. My ride's already here."
His expression didn't budge. Those eyes stayed locked on her, ice-cold and unyielding. Without a word, he started pulling her toward his car, completely ignoring her protests.
"Mr. Boleyn—Ambrose, let go!" She was pissed enough to use his first name.
Didn't matter. He practically shoved her into the backseat.
Chase materialized out of nowhere, slipping the rideshare driver some cash and sending him on his way.
Ambrose climbed in after her. Chase took the wheel, and within seconds, they were pulling away from the Evergreen Club.
Aiden watched the whole thing go down, one eyebrow quirked. So Ambrose had a thing for Scarlett. Interesting. What really surprised him, though? Ambrose going for a woman who already had a kid. Now that was unexpected.
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Inside the car, Scarlett hadn't said a word since he'd forced her in. She pressed herself against the far corner, staring out at the city lights streaking past.
"You went to see Wesley?" Ambrose broke the silence first.
Scarlett didn't turn around. Just nodded slightly.
"Why couldn't you wait? If he tries to back out tomorrow, I've got ways to deal with him." There was an edge of reproach in his voice.
Scarlett was exhausted. All she wanted was to finalize this divorce, but Ambrose made it sound like she was the one screwing up.
She'd approached him for help because he was supposed to be capable. Instead, he kept making this more complicated, demanding things she couldn't give. She couldn't take it anymore.
"Mr. Boleyn, maybe you have your strategies, but tomorrow's my divorce hearing. I can't gamble on this. I need to handle it my way."
"Your way?" Ambrose pressed. "What exactly is your way?"
Scarlett didn't want to get into the details. After physically fighting off Wesley earlier, she was drained. She just wanted to sit in silence, recharge for tomorrow's battle.
When she didn't answer, Ambrose didn't force it. Instead, he said, "Wesley's partnered with the Mitchell family now. He thinks he's untouchable, so he's trying to intimidate you. If you give in now, he'll keep pushing for more."
Scarlett turned to face him, her voice flat. "Once we're divorced, what leverage does he have over me?"
Ambrose let out a cold laugh. "Scarlett, given your background, I thought you'd see right through Wesley. Guess I overestimated you."
She gave a bitter smile. "Don't overestimate me, Mr. Boleyn. I'm just an ordinary woman. Nothing special. Otherwise, I wouldn't be in this mess."
She was deliberately putting herself down, hoping to kill whatever interest he had in her.
Ambrose scoffed. "You're wrong. You're not even up to ordinary standards. After all, ordinary people don't have such terrible taste in men."
The direct hit stung. Scarlett could insult herself all day, but hearing it from someone else? That was different.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself before firing back. "Like you're any better. You had a kid before you even got married, and you won't even let his mother be part of his life. You men are all the same."
The temperature in the car dropped instantly. Even in the darkness, Scarlett could feel Ambrose's expression turn glacial—cold enough to make her shiver.
She couldn't see his face clearly, but she knew it had to be thunderous.
Her stomach knotted. She shouldn't have snapped at him. She tried to salvage it.
"You started it. I just gave it back. Now we're even."
Ambrose went silent after that. The car filled with oppressive quiet, streetlights flashing across their faces.
In the interplay of light and shadow, Ambrose's handsome features looked even more severe, all hard edges. Scarlett knew she'd hit a nerve. After a long pause, she turned to look at him.
"Mr. Boleyn... Hayden's been doing really well these past few days. It's been a while since he's been home. Maybe he should stay at your place for a bit?"
Finally, Ambrose turned to face her. Their eyes met in the darkness. Somehow, not being able to see his expression clearly made it even more suffocating.
Ambrose's presence was overwhelming. In the dark, he was like a predator lying in wait, ready to pounce.
"Now that you've got Wesley's promise, you planning to break our deal?"