No Sweet Sixteen Only Bitter Betrayal

No Sweet Sixteen Only Bitter Betrayal

Gavin

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My Sweet Sixteen was supposed to be a dream. I was Scarlett, a golden child, engaged to my childhood sweetheart Julian, and protected by my powerful brother Ethan. Our lives were perfectly aligned, part of an influential dynasty. But then, a science experiment gone wrong left me disfigured and screaming. The intern, Brianna, who caused it, seemed to vanish, destined for jail. My brother and fiancé swore revenge, their initial protectiveness a comforting blanket. Yet, strange, mocking voices whispered in my head: "They're impressed by her. They'll fall for her. Hard." Soon, Brianna was "sick," and Ethan and Julian abandoned my hospital bedside to rush to hers. My calls went to voicemail, my care diminished, and then I was framed for attacking her. Julian dissolved our engagement, calling me unstable. I was banished to a forgotten wing, then a rundown halfway house, forced into grueling labor. The lowest point came when they held me under icy water, demanding an apology for a crime I didn't commit. Why abandon me, their Scarlett, for this woman who ruined my life? Was I just an inconvenience, a damaged relic of a past they wanted to forget? The voices in my head revealed the shocking truth: "It was a diversion. You were a pawn. Everything – your suffering – was a strategic move." My pain wasn't about love or betrayal; it was a cold, calculated sacrifice for power. With this sickening clarity, I refused their hollow apologies and offers to "restore" my life. I walked away from their gilded cage, leaving my old self and their lies behind. Now, free from their toxic influence, I begin a new chapter, far from the corrupt city, ready to redefine my own destiny.

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My Sweet Sixteen was supposed to be a dream.

I was Scarlett, a golden child, engaged to my childhood sweetheart Julian, and protected by my powerful brother Ethan.

Our lives were perfectly aligned, part of an influential dynasty.

But then, a science experiment gone wrong left me disfigured and screaming.

The intern, Brianna, who caused it, seemed to vanish, destined for jail.

My brother and fiancé swore revenge, their initial protectiveness a comforting blanket.

Yet, strange, mocking voices whispered in my head: "They're impressed by her. They'll fall for her. Hard."

Soon, Brianna was "sick," and Ethan and Julian abandoned my hospital bedside to rush to hers.

My calls went to voicemail, my care diminished, and then I was framed for attacking her.

Julian dissolved our engagement, calling me unstable.

I was banished to a forgotten wing, then a rundown halfway house, forced into grueling labor.

The lowest point came when they held me under icy water, demanding an apology for a crime I didn't commit.

Why abandon me, their Scarlett, for this woman who ruined my life?

Was I just an inconvenience, a damaged relic of a past they wanted to forget?

The voices in my head revealed the shocking truth: "It was a diversion. You were a pawn. Everything – your suffering – was a strategic move."

My pain wasn't about love or betrayal; it was a cold, calculated sacrifice for power.

With this sickening clarity, I refused their hollow apologies and offers to "restore" my life.

I walked away from their gilded cage, leaving my old self and their lies behind.

Now, free from their toxic influence, I begin a new chapter, far from the corrupt city, ready to redefine my own destiny.

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