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Scarlet Viel
Made by : C.V.ROSE 👑
The Beginning 
The night air in Raven Hollow carried a strange kind of silence, one that seemed to hum with buried secrets. On top of a crumbling three-story building, a woman stood alone, cigarette in hand, staring down at the city that didn’t know her name.
That was the point.
She wasn’t Scarlet Veil anymore , not in the way the world remembered her. Once the daughter of one of the wealthiest billionaires in New York, she had vanished overnight after a scandal that rocked the business world and left her father clinging to life, hidden in a private hospital far away.
Now, she was just Seina Sallow, a shadow slipping between identities, dressed in worn jeans and a leather jacket two sizes too big.
But no amount of fabric could hide the way she carried herself, proud, alert, and dangerous. You don’t grow up with bodyguards, private defense lessons, and a life built on secrets without becoming a weapon yourself.
Seina took a long drag of the cigarette, coughing slightly. She hated the taste. But she had learned that people expected a woman in hiding to look broken. Smelling like smoke helped sell the illusion.
Her burner phone buzzed.
[New Message: Rico]
Warehouse job’s yours. Start tonight. Watch your back.
She typed a quick reply:
Always do.
Seina flicked the cigarette off the roof and turned toward the creaky stairwell. The job wasn’t glamorous , stacking shipments in a storage facility that barely paid minimum wage , but it gave her something priceless: obscurity.
And for now, that was worth more than diamonds.
The warehouse sat on the edge of the city’s industrial district, where security cameras were old and people minded their business. Seina clocked in with barely a glance from the shift manager, who handed her gloves and pointed toward a stack of crates taller than a truck.
She got to work. No questions, no eye contact. Just how she liked it.
Hours passed in a rhythm of silence, interrupted only by the thud of crates and the occasional cough from the older guy working beside her. He didn’t speak much, but he nodded once when their eyes met. That was enough.
By midnight, she was drenched in sweat, her muscles aching in a way that reminded her she was still alive , still fighting to keep her secrets safe.
She was headed to the locker room when she heard it , raised voices behind a closed office door. One voice was deep, commanding, laced with anger. The other was familiar, too familiar.
She froze.
It couldn’t be.
But the moment the door cracked open, and she saw him step out, her world tilted.
Kaydence Drankworth.
Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a tailored black coat that screamed mafia royalty. His eyes, cold and sharp as obsidian, scanned the room before landing briefly , too briefly on her.
She turned fast, tucking her face beneath her hood and walking past like she hadn’t seen him, like her heart hadn’t just tried to tear its way out of her chest.
Kaydence was the man her father warned her about. Not because he was dangerous and everyone already knew that. He was a mafia leader with blood on his hands and fire in his eyes.
No, her father had warned her because of something much worse.
Because once, she had loved him.
She should’ve known Kaydence Drankworth would show up in a place like this.
The underworld had always been his playground. Power pulsed in his every step, and where he walked, danger followed like a loyal hound.
Seina kept her head down, hands trembling as she twisted the locker’s dial. Her breath came fast, heart pounding against her ribs like it wanted out. She hadn’t seen him in nearly two years, not since the night everything fell apart.
Not since she ran from the life she was born into… and from him.
The heavy locker door creaked open. She shoved her gloves inside, leaned against the cold metal, and forced herself to breathe. He hadn’t recognized her. Of course not. She was nothing like Scarlet Veil anymore. The society darling with flowing red dresses and diamond smiles was gone.
She was Seina now. No past, no attachments.
But that didn’t explain why her hands still shook.
“Seina.”
The name , her new name slipped from his mouth like a question. A soft one, almost unfamiliar.
She didn’t turn.
“You dropped this,” he said, stepping closer. Something metallic clinked against the locker beside hers.
Her eyes darted to the floor. One of the fake dog tags she wore as part of her disguise. She hadn’t even noticed it had fallen off.
“Thanks,” she said quickly, grabbing it and slipping it back into her coat pocket without looking at him.
He lingered.
Kaydence had always been a man of few words, but when he did speak, his voice wrapped around people like silk dipped in steel. It was dangerous. Intoxicating. And in moments like this… unforgiving.
“You’re new here.”
“First night,” she muttered, turning her back and pretending to dig through her bag.
“You from the city?”
“No,” she lied easily.
“You look familiar.”
Seina finally faced him, forcing herself to meet his eyes. “I get that a lot.”
He studied her face with that same intense stare that used to both terrify and thrill her. There was something different in his expression now , heavier. Tired, maybe. Or haunted.
But he didn’t recognize her. That truth landed like a punch in the chest.
She had meant so little that he couldn’t even see the girl he once kissed under candlelight in his father's estate. The girl who whispered promises into the dark before he betrayed everything they’d had.
Good, she thought. Let him forget.
“I should go,” she said flatly, stepping around him.
“Wait.”
His hand caught her wrist gently not forceful, just enough to stop her.
“You remind me of someone I used to know,” he murmured, voice lower now.
“Someone important."
Her throat tightened. She yanked her hand free.
“Then you’ve got the wrong girl.”
She walked out without another word.
The night wind hit her like a slap as she stepped into the parking lot. It took everything in her not to crumble against the wall and sob. Not from weakness, but from fury , the kind of fury only betrayal could fuel.
He had said he loved her. Had looked her in the eyes and sworn he’d protect her family. And then he turned his back when the vultures came. When the media painted her father a fraud. When Scarlet Veil’s name was dragged through filth.
And the worst part? He hadn’t been alone
Annora Fernsby.
Scarlet’s supposed best friend. The girl who had been there since they were kids, who knew every secret, every scar, every dream
Annora had gone to him. Comforted him. Kissed him behind her back. And when Scarlet needed them most and awhen her world was falling apart , they disappeared together, leaving only a bitter silence in their wake.
Now they were both ghosts from a past she refused to revisit.
Seina wiped her face with the sleeve of her coat and exhaled hard.
She had no room for pain anymore. No room for old love, or old lies.
She was here for one reason and that is to find out who really destroyed her father’s empire. And if Kaydence or Annora had anything to do with it… she’d make them pay.
No matter what it cost her.
The city never truly slept not in the parts where the forgotten made their living in shadows.
Seina’s small apartment sat above a shuttered antique shop, the stairs groaning under her every step as she climbed up, muscles sore from work and tension. The lock on her door was old, but she’d reinforced it with a metal bar from the inside. Trust wasn’t something she afforded to the world anymore.
She tossed her jacket onto the worn couch and kicked off her boots. Her hand brushed over the faded photo taped to the inside of the cabinet above the sink.
Her father’s face smiled back at her. Before everything.
Before the hospital.
Before the lies.
Before the fire.
She swallowed hard and ran her thumb over his image.
"I’ll fix this, Dad. I swear."
Seina sat at her small desk, pulling her burner phone from her pocket and unlocking the hidden file app. Dozens of names and notes lit up the screen. Men who once stood beside her family. Investors, politicians, even Kaydence’s lieutenants.
But it was one file she returned to most: Annora Fernsby.
Seina clicked on the photo. Annora at a gala, dressed in red, her lips curled in that flawless smile. A smile that had fooled everyone, even Scarlet.
Her fingers trembled on the screen.
Rumors said she was back in the city. That she’d returned with Kaydence. That they were together again.
"Of course they are," Seina whispered bitterly.
She was no longer the girl who had wept the night she found them together. She was stronger now and sharper. Her grief had forged her into something else entirely.
Something dangerous.
The next evening, the warehouse buzzed with whispered tension. Workers moved faster. Eyes darted. Word spread that the "Boss" was going to be around more often.
Kaydence.
Seina didn’t flinch. She had trained her face into something unreadable , a mask she could wear like armor. But her stomach twisted at the thought of being near him again.
He’d looked different. Older. Hardened by power.
Yet something still pulled at her, a spark she despised. It wasn’t love , not anymore. It was memory. The echo of what used to be.
And it made her sick.
By midnight, the tension peaked. A black SUV pulled up behind the building. From the shadows, Seina watched Kaydence step out.
He wasn’t alone.
Her breath caught.
Annora.
Perfect, polished, stunning in an off-shoulder coat and red heels. The woman glowed with wealth and ease, the kind that came from knowing the world still bowed at your feet.
They stood close. Too close. Kaydence bent his head slightly, and Annora laughed at the sound like poisoned honey in Seina’s ears.
Her nails dug into her palm.
She turned away quickly, not trusting herself to watch.
Back in the locker room, she stared at herself in the cracked mirror.
Scarlet Veil was still there in the curve of her jaw, in the fire behind her eyes. But now she wore the scars of betrayal.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a small notebook, flipping to a page she had scribbled months ago.
Rule #1: Don’t get emotional.
Rule #2: Don’t get seen.
Rule #3: Don’t fall back into old traps
She underlined the third one twice.
Then she crossed out Kaydence’s name at the bottom of the page. Not because she’d forgotten him but because he no longer deserved space in her story.
She closed the notebook and tucked it away.
This wasn’t about heartbreak anymore.
This was war.
Rain fell in thin, icy sheets as Seina made her way toward the alley behind the warehouse. She wasn’t on shift tonight, but that wasn’t why she was here.
She had a meeting.
Rico, one of the smugglers who helped her find the job, knew things, little things, whispers mostly, but in a city like this, whispers were currency.
He was already there, leaning against a rusted dumpster, flicking ash from his cigarette.
“You’re late,” he grunted.
“I’m early,” she said, pulling her hood tighter against the rain. “You said 1 a.m.”
He shrugged. “Time moves fast when you’re on the wrong side of it.”
She handed him a folded envelope. He didn’t bother to check it.
“I need information,” she said.
Rico chuckled. “You always do.”
“Annora Fernsby. She’s back, isn’t she?”
His smirk vanished.
“Word is, she’s back with Kaydence,” she continued, voice low. “But that’s not what I want to know. I want to know who she’s really working with.”
Rico was quiet for a moment. Then he spoke.
“There’s been talk,” he muttered. “A name I haven’t heard in a long time. The Triangle.”
Seina’s blood turned cold.
That name had haunted her father’s journals, scribbled over and over like a warning. He believed the Triangle had orchestrated the market crash that ruined his company. No one ever found proof. No one but him and then he disappeared into a coma before he could say more.
“Annora?” she asked. “She’s involved with them?”
Rico lit another cigarette. “If she is, she’s playing a damn dangerous game. That group doesn’t tolerate traitors.”
“And Kaydence?”
“That man’s been walking a line since the day he took over his father’s syndicate. But here’s the thing…” Rico paused, squinting through the smoke. “I don’t think he knows.”
Seina’s stomach dropped.
“You mean—”
“He thinks she’s clean. Loyal.” Rico looked at her hard. “Just like you once did.”
The next morning, Seina couldn’t sleep.
The rain hadn’t stopped. It beat against the windows like angry hands, and her mind swirled with questions she didn’t have answers to.
If Annora was working with the Triangle… did that mean the same group who destroyed her family was now whispering into Kaydence’s ear?
Was he a pawn?
Or worse… a willing partner?
She couldn’t believe that. Not yet. Not without proof.
But if Rico was right then if Kaydence didn’t know Annora’s secret , then she had leverage.
And leverage was power.
Seina turned to her laptop and opened a secure browser. It was time to dig deeper. Time to step out of hiding , just a little and start moving the pieces herself.
She searched for every scrap of information she could find on Annora’s recent movements. Business trips. Private flights. Fundraisers.
That’s when she found it.
A guest list.
Annora Fernsby +1. Private gala. The Purple Lily Casino. Saturday night.
And beside her name… Kaydence Drankworth.
Seina stared at the screen, a thousand thoughts crashing in her skull.
She had three days.
Three days to prepare.
Three days to become someone else again.
Because if she wanted answers — real answers — she would have to face them both.
Not as Seina.
But as Scarlet.
Three days wasn’t enough.
But Seina made it enough.
She scrubbed every trace of her real location from the dark web. Burned her old files. Wiped her laptop clean and started again with a new identity ,one that would pass every security check at The Purple Lily Casino.
She became Isla Caelan, a mysterious heiress from the southern coast of Spain, dripping in old money and newer mystery. The kind of woman people whispered about but no one questioned.
It was a role she had played before, long ago, at real parties in real palaces. Only this time, the stakes were higher.
This time, she wasn’t there to smile and dance.
She was there to spy.
To burn the truth out of both of them.
The casino glittered like a dagger dipped in gold.
Limousines pulled up to the velvet carpet as cameras flashed. The rich and corrupt stepped out in glittering masks, laughing into the night like kings at the end of the world.
Seina waited in line, unrecognizable behind a silver half-mask and an emerald green gown that clung to her body like silk painted over armor.
Scarlet Veil would’ve worn red.
But Seina Sallow, the ghost, wore green — the color of envy, vengeance… and rebirth.
Her heels clicked against marble as she stepped into the ballroom. Every corner of the space reeked of power — the kind of wealth that bought silence and buried bodies.
And then she saw them.
Kaydence and Annora.
He stood tall, dressed in sharp black with a silver pocket chain and his signature ring — the one he used to let her wear when he was hers.
Beside him, Annora sparkled like a glass of poisoned champagne. Her gown shimmered with tiny black diamonds, and her mask curved upward like a crescent moon.
They were holding hands.
Seina’s jaw clenched. But she moved through the crowd with grace, never breaking character. She smiled, flirted with strangers, sipped from a glass of expensive champagne she didn’t taste.
She circled closer. Waiting.
Watching.
Until Kaydence turned his head. Their eyes met.
And for one dizzying second — one dangerous beat — the world stopped.
She saw it flicker in his eyes.
Recognition.
He didn’t know who she was. Not fully. But he felt it.
And it was enough.
Later, she stood near the balcony, letting the cold air bite at her exposed skin. The music behind her blurred into background noise.
“Beautiful night,” said a voice behind her.
She turned.
Kaydence.
His mask was off now. His face older, sharper than she remembered — but no less powerful.
“You left the dance floor early,” he said, offering her a small smirk. “Most women wouldn’t walk away from the center of attention.”
She raised her champagne glass. “I prefer the edge of the spotlight. That’s where the real things happen.”
He studied her like a puzzle.
“You’re not from here.”
“And you’re too curious for a man in love.”
He paused, lips twitching. “Love’s a complicated word.”
Seina smiled coolly. “Isn’t it?”
They stood in silence for a moment.
“Do I know you?” he asked finally.
“I don’t think so,” she lied. “But maybe you knew a girl who used to look like me. Once.”
Kaydence’s eyes narrowed slightly. He didn’t press. But he didn’t walk away either.
Annora called to him from across the room.
He looked at her… then back at Seina.
“I hope we meet again,” he said quietly.
Seina let the breeze play with her hair.
“You will.”
The moment Kaydence walked away, Seina’s champagne glass cracked in her hand.
She didn’t feel the cut at first — only the hot sting of anger, swelling beneath the surface like lava waiting to erupt. She wrapped her bleeding palm in a cocktail napkin and slipped into the women’s lounge.
Behind the locked door of the marble-tiled bathroom, she finally allowed herself to breathe.
He felt something. He knew something.
And still, he left.
For her.
Seina stared at her reflection. Silver mask, blood-smeared lips, green dress. A walking illusion. A ghost in plain sight.
This was how revenge began — not with rage, but with cold resolve.
She pulled out a microdrive from her clutch and slipped it into the small port hidden under her ring. Minutes earlier, she had brushed against Kaydence during their balcony conversation — just long enough to scan the encrypted drive he carried in the inner lining of his coat.
And now she had it.
She transferred the data and slipped the drive back into its hidden casing.
Let’s see what secrets you’re hiding, Drankworth.
Back in her apartment at dawn, Seina plugged the drive into her laptop, firelight flickering as the code decrypted.
A series of documents unraveled across the screen. Ledgers. Shipment orders. But one file made her go still:
Project Lily
She opened it.
And there, spelled out in confidential ink and encrypted maps, was the evidence she never thought she’d find — a joint venture between Kaydence’s syndicate and an unknown third party with ties to Veritas Circle.
Worse… the shipments weren’t drugs or weapons.
They were data. Government files. Bribery trails. Corporate sabotage.
The kind of digital warfare that brought empires down quietly.
And right at the bottom… Annora Fernsby’s signature.
Seina sat back, cold washing over her.
So it was true.
Annora wasn’t just manipulating Kaydence.
She was using him.
Two nights later, Seina sent her first anonymous message.
To: Kaydence Drankworth
From: Unknown
Subject: Project Lily
Message: “She’s lying to you. Open your eyes before you drown with her. Trust no one.”
She didn’t expect him to reply. And he didn’t.
But that wasn’t the point.
She had placed the seed.
Now it was time to watch it grow.
Back at the warehouse, Kaydence’s presence returned with a vengeance. The workers stood straighter. The guards doubled. And Annora?
She visited more often.
Too often.
Seina kept to the shadows, slipping through surveillance gaps she’d memorized. She was careful, methodical. But then, one night, she made a mistake.
She was cutting through the lower corridor when she heard voices — two people arguing in low, heated tones. She stopped just around the corner, blending into the dark.
“…she’s been acting strange,” Kaydence’s voice said.
“You’re paranoid,” came Annora’s voice, sharp and sweet like honey laced with arsenic. “You think every whisper in the dark is about you.”
There was silence.
Then Kaydence murmured, “I got a message.”
Annora’s voice turned stiff. “From who?”
“I don’t know. But they knew about Lily”
More silence. Then a low laugh.
“You’re seriously going to believe a faceless threat over me?”
“It’s not about belief, Annora,” he said, voice cold now. “It’s about proof. And I’m going to find it.”
Seina exhaled quietly. She had rattled him.
Good.
She stepped back silently… and ran right into someone.
A strong grip closed around her wrist.
She froze.
And slowly looked up.
Straight into the steel-gray eyes of Kaydence Drankworth.
His gaze narrowed. His fingers didn’t loosen.
“I know you,” he whispered.
Seina’s heart pounded. The corridor was too dark for him to see her fully, but he was close now — too close.
“I work in shipping,” she rasped, lowering her eyes. “Just checking the locks.”
He didn’t let go. “What’s your name?”
She met his eyes for a single, dangerous second. “Seina.”
And then she twisted her body and slipped free — disappearing into the dark before he could follow.
Behind her, she heard his voice.
Low. Curious. And unmistakably suspicious.
“Seina… Sallow.
Seina barely made it back to her apartment before dawn cracked the sky open like a broken promise. She stripped off her black hoodie, heart still pounding from the near-capture.
He saw her. Not clearly, but he knew the name.
Seina Sallow.
She hadn’t used that name in years. Only in the deepest black of the underworld did anyone ever whisper it. And even then, they never said it twice.
She sat at her desk, booting her laptop again to recheck the Pale Swan files. Something still didn’t sit right.
Too clean.
Too perfectly laid.
Then, as the file decrypted… the twist clicked into place.
The signature.
Annora’s digital signature on the documents.
It was… planted.
She recognized the layering pattern. It was the same kind of trace code she had used when she faked evidence two years ago to escape Interpol surveillance.
Annora didn’t sign these files.
Someone wanted Seina — or Kaydence — to think she did.
Which meant…
There was someone else.
Someone orchestrating both sides of the war.
A loud knock shattered the silence.
Seina jumped, grabbing the pistol hidden under her desk drawer.
Another knock.
She crept to the door. Peeked through the peephole.
No one.
But there was an envelope.
She opened the door cautiously and snatched it up, gun still in her hand.
Back inside, she slit it open.
One photograph.
Black and white.
Old.
A girl, maybe six years old, with long hair in pigtails… smiling on the lap of a man Seina hadn’t seen in fifteen years.
Her father.
And written in ink across the back:
“Not everyone stayed dead, Scarlet.
– A”
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