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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.

Modern Revenge

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The night was always the beginning of the city's splendor. Some people wanted to enjoy and relax after the day's hard work while some wanted to celebrate something. And the best place to promote this splendor was the jovial and passionate Flame Bar. In this place, you couldn't feel the night at all. Young men and women filled the dance floor, shaking and twisting their bodies to the beat of the ear-splitting music. There were also some private rooms that accommodated guests from the upper class.

The door of the best VIP room was pushed open, and a group of young people walked in. The man at the forefront was the youngest but the most powerful figure in J City.

He had a perfect figure comparable to European male models and a handsome and charming appearance. The corners of his mouth also habitually curved into a faint smile. He stood out from the crowd. Upon seeing such a perfect man, even the male species couldn't help but turn their heads and glance at him a few more times.

The moment he walked into the private room, Kyng Shen, who was sitting on the sofa and lecturing the manager of the bar, saw him. Kyng soothed his anger, walked up to him, and greeted him with a warm smile. "Ryan, you are as punctual as always."

The man that Kyng called Ryan smiled and said, "My grandpa is a soldier and demands that I be punctual. I have been living with him since I was a child. I won't ever tolerate lateness."

Upon hearing his words, Kyng nodded his head in agreement.

Ryan Yan glanced at Kyng, but didn't say anything more. He just walked to the armchair and sat down.

Kyng couldn't see through Ryan's current mood, so he glared at the manager and said, "Hurry up, do what I've told you to do."

"Gentlemen, please wait a moment." The manager was scared out of his wits when he saw the look in Kyng's eyes.

After all, the man sitting in front of him was Ryan, the young man who could make everyone in J City tremble. And the man standing in front of him was Kyng, who was from the famous Shen family. Aside from being Ryan's best friend, Kyng was also the owner of Flame Bar. As a mere manager, how could he afford to offend these two big shots?

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