Redamancy

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.

Modern Revenge

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It was getting dark. In the western suburbs, the lights were on in only one room of the two-storied villa.

It had been three days since Shawn Yu had kept Windy Fu locked in the room.

"Please, stop!" she begged, drawing in labored breaths. She felt like she was dying. She never expected Shawn Yu to treat her like this. He raped her repeatedly not caring whether she lived or died.

Windy Fu pleaded with him to stop again and again for the sake of her child. If it hadn't been for her baby, she wouldn't have cared even if she died!

She was filled with pure hate for the man in front of her at this moment. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Shawn Yu looked at her coldly.

"You deserve this! I warned you many times not to hurt your sister, but you still ignored me. Do you really think that I would just stand by and do nothing?" he said with an evil smile.

Windy Fu shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I didn't... I didn't hurt her, really," she sobbed.

Shawn Yu didn't buy it for a second. "How dare you defend yourself? If you didn't hurt her, how did she miscarry?"

"I really don't know." She looked at him, desperately hoping he would believe her but she knew that no matter how much she explained, it was useless. He would never let her go.

He had no feelings for her. He said that he didn't like children, and he didn't want them but that was only for her. He cared so much about her sister's pregnancy. Now her sister's child was gone, and he was heartbroken. He was torturing her until he got an explanation for the death of the baby.

Windy was filled with despair. Despite knowing that this cold and ruthless man loved someone else and had no place for her in his heart, she continued to love him. The deeper she fell in love with him, the worse it would be for her in the end!

She couldn't earn his trust no matter how hard she tried.

Sweat trickled down Shawn's forehead. His expression was ferocious and his brutality was out of control.

"Ah! Please don't! It hurts!" Windy shrieked with a pained expression. She subconsciously covered her belly with her hands. She felt like life was flowing away from her body slowly.

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