Fate Love

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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"No... Please, let me go," Corinne Gibson whispered, her voice shaking in the dim light of the presidential suite.

The man's oppressive presence enveloped her, sending shivers of fear through her body as tears filled her eyes.

In the shadowy room, his figure towered over her, his large hands clenching her wrists firmly. His deep, rough voice assured her, saying, "Don't worry. I'll marry you."

"Ah!"

A sharp pain overwhelmed Corinne, tears cascading down her cheeks.

She had just returned from overseas when her father's business suddenly ran into severe trouble. Her father became gravely ill and was rushed to the ICU, pushing their family business to the edge of collapse.

To protect her father and the business he had built over many years, she frequently went to social events, hoping to secure loans from influential people.

This evening, she learned that a prominent business leader was hosting a function, and she attended with the hope of getting support.

However, after accepting a glass of wine from someone, she became disoriented, ended up in a stranger's room, and was pulled onto a bed.

As the initial pain subsided, a strange numbness turned into pleasure, drawing Corinne's mind back. She strained to open her eyes to see the man whom she lost her virginity to.

But the room was too dark.

She could not see clearly, only hearing his deep, resonant voice.

"Wait for me to return and marry you."

When Corinne woke up again, the room was empty except for herself.

Her clothes lay in disarray on the floor.

With a wince, Corinne struggled to sit up and swung her legs out of bed, only to unexpectedly step on something hard.

She lifted it and discovered a necklace engraved with the letters "JS."

It belonged to that man.

Tears welled up in Corinne's eyes as anger surged within her. She wanted to hurl the necklace out of the window, but instead, she gripped it tightly and put it around her neck.

A month later

"Miss Gibson, please review this contract. The three hundred million will be transferred in batches. The first fifty million has already been sent to your uncle's account. The remaining amount will be transferred once you marry my son and have a child," said a calm voice.

Corinne looked with surprise at the poised, sophisticated woman before her.

Today, her uncle handed her an address, instructing her to go there and ask for a loan.

To marry this woman's son? To have his child?

And fifty million dollars?

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