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Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge

Xiao Hong Mao

I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband's aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason's coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go. The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason's mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside. The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal. I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate. But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone. "Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands." The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I'm starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak.

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Golden rays of sunlight washed into the bedroom, shafts from the huge windows spilling over the two occupants sleeping on a king-size bed. The woman groaned and shifted on the bed. Her long tresses tickled her bare skin. Her hands splayed on a torso of a man as she slept soundly, her naked body pressed against him.

She slowly woke up, wondering why was her pillow too warm to touch. The woman moaned softly, and her brows twitched as the sunlight hit her face, making her aware that it was already morning.

Luna Jiang just wanted to spend most of her days in her bed. Most of her nights passed by with her working on the advertisement for the newest phone that their company launched yesterday. Good thing it was already Saturday, and she didn't have to do anything for today.

Her hand unconsciously gripped the nearest pillow to her body, but she was surprised when she felt naked skin beneath her fingers. She opened her eyes in confusion and propped an elbow to lift her torso from the bed. Her gaze landed on a man smiling down on her, and she jolted up from her lying position while clutching the sheets to her chest, covering her breast from his sight.

"Where am I? This isn't my place!" Luna Jiang blurted out.

Her eyes looked around, seeing she was in an unfamiliar room. From the looks of it, it seemed she was in a hotel. She looked down on her body and noticed the darkening hickeys on her chest and that she was in her birthday suit. Her clothes littered the floor beside the bed.

"Oh, God … no … what did I do?" she murmured to herself. It finally dawned to her what had taken place apparently.

"You seemed surprised." A cold and stoic voice of a man startled her. She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard his voice. She couldn't believe the situation she found herself in. Her heart skipped a beat.

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