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The Scapegoat's Return: Watch Me Shine Now

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 869    |    Released on: 09/05/2026

smelled exactly as Crysta reme

did not take Crysta back to the motel. She pulled

o said, turning

hands gripping the straps of her cheap

clothes," Margo said. "You look

nd two pairs of sturdy, dark denim jeans. She threw in

r heart racing. "I cannot pay fo

"I am taking it out of your first paycheck

She belonged somewhere. The tight k

d a brick building on Main Street. A faded wood

eat from the kitchen hit Crysta's face. It

rep station, aggressively

enched so hard the muscle ticked under his skin. He

ng here?" Leo's voice

on a stainless steel counter. "She is our new wa

led her into the dry storage pantry.

fryer. Her thumb found her left

d through the door. "She is a felon!

needs a job, Leo,

be violent! We cannot have an e

like physical slaps. He was right. Fr

her face flushed. Leo followed, his arms stil

d, wiping her hands on

ow, creaking wooden staircase. They reached a sma

as a twin bed with a faded quilt, a small dresser, and a wi

ran her hand over the back of the wooden chair.

the doorframe to keep from falling. A

e swallowed the lump in her thr

hange your clothes. You

and jeans, the lunch rush had begun. The diner was l

into her chest. "Memorize it

k the menu

d in the stiff new shoes. Sweat dripped down her neck. She carried he

indow, she felt Leo's eyes on her. He wa

ical labor. The exhaustion was a blessin

d out. Margo flipped the sig

the counter, her legs

he set it down in front of Crysta. It was a massive pile of spag

l," Margo

rose from the pasta. Her mouth wa

he first bite. The hot, rich flavor exploded on he

the espresso machine. He watched her eat. He didn

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The Scapegoat's Return: Watch Me Shine Now
The Scapegoat's Return: Watch Me Shine Now
“I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Reese family, living quietly in the shadow of their biological daughter, Asha. After a charity gala, a drunk Asha insisted on driving her sports car, only to strike a pedestrian on a dark, wet road. Before I could even call 911, my boyfriend Collins and the family lawyer arrived to control the scene. My adoptive father put a heavy hand on my shoulder, begging me to take the fall so their true bloodline wouldn't have a criminal record. "I'll wait for you, Crys. I promise I'll take care of everything." Collins whispered those words and squeezed my hand. I foolishly agreed, but in court, Collins personally submitted a fabricated statement detailing my history of severe binge drinking. The high-priced lawyer offered no defense, and I was sentenced to three years in a federal prison, completely abandoned by the family I loved. For 1,095 days behind razor wire, I suffered the ultimate betrayal. They hadn't made a mistake; they had intentionally fed me to the wolves as a disposable sacrifice to keep their precious princess safe. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could destroy me without a single ounce of hesitation. Upon my release, I fled to a new city with just twenty-seven dollars, deciding that surviving and living well would be my revenge. I finally found a safe haven working at a small diner. But as I drove my delivery truck downtown today, I locked eyes with Collins's best friend through the window of a luxury Bentley. The billionaires who ruined my life have found me, and the storm they tried to bury has officially arrived.”