Apartment 46

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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Kate“s POV

I“m leaving.

I can“t take this anymore.

6 hours earlier

"I can“t marry him mom" I pleaded， "Please tell Dad， I can“t"

"There is nothing I can do about it my child， please try to understand" my mom pleaded back. "Please understand you are doing this for me and your father， without this our business will go bankrupt"

Wow， just wow.

"So you are willing to sell your daughter“s happiness for the success of your business"

"Kat---"

"Don“t Kate me， you even have the audacity to shamelessly tell me that" I laughed bitterly.

"You will not speak to me like that young lady， your father and I are doing this for you---"

"How is this for me， I didn“t expect this from you mom， I didn“t"

"That“s enough young lady" came my dad“s booming voice.

I looked towards the door of my room and saw him come in. He was always like that， always able to direct people“s attention to him whenever he wanted. He was never really a father to me now he comes to interfere with my life asking me to get married to a man I don“t love.

"Dad---"

"You will do as I say young lady or consider yourself disowned."

"What!" I screamed.

"What!" This came from my mom.

"You can“t mean that Dad." Even though he wasn“t a good dad didn“t mean I didn“t love him.

"Well I am not joking， now seeing as you are ready to comply I suggest to go get ready for your date with Aiden."

I was livid.

Aiden Carlton， the sole heir to the Carlton fortune. As sexy as his name sounded he was the biggest jerk known to mankind. He had the personality of a dog and an ego the size of Mount Everest. He always made me feel so small. I suffered from depression for about two years. Yes， my Dad had been pushing me to marry him for three years. But now because of my inability to comply and now that his company is on the verge of bankruptcy he wants the wedding to be as soon as possible. My Dad knew about my depression caused by Aiden but never believed me because he was of the impression that I was lying to get out of the relationship with him. No way in hell was I going to marry him.

"You know what Dad， I have had enough. All my life I stood by the sidelines watching you take decisions for me and I never said anything， like in fifth grade when you made me take P.E when I really wanted to go to ballet class， or in the 9th grade when you sent me off to boarding school because you wanted me to be more refined according to you standards， or since 12th grade when you always sent me on dates with your friends sons because you wanted me to find the ideal son-in-law for you， it wasn“t even the ideal husband for me...."

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