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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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PROLOGUE

The usual hustle and bustle inside the castle was barely audible. All the maids and the guards were worried because of the feeble condition of their king.

Suddenly, a guard, taller than the rest of the men guarding the gates and the halls, march inside the door that was left open at the end of the hall.

The old man who was lying on a four poster bed, pale and sickly, continue to stare up the ceiling as he reminisce the past

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"My son, you ought to know better. You have to stay! The people needs you..."

"Mother I can't." The blonde young version of the king stared. His green eyes he inherited from his mom, shining. "The world is waiting for me to explore; its oceans roaring for me to sail over them, its abundant lands waiting to be claimed. I can't just live like this!"

"Jacob, you shan't speak to your mother on that manner!" The king exclaimed, marching inside the door to his son's bedroom.

"Your majesty, " Jacob bowed his head down as he acknowledge the king. "I would like for you to hear me out, not as the crown prince but as your son." his face is scrunch up, close to tears but he tried to be brave. He has to be brave. "Please let me explore the world and see the beauty of it. Let me go..." He hated that his voice broke but he can't help it. He is desperate.

"Enough of this crazy ideas of exploring and going out to the world. You will stay and rule here, with your family, with your people." the king stated, puffing up his chest. He look at his son and said. "I have told you to stay. Then what is the meaning of all this, Jacob?" The king ask in a low but menacing voice.

"Jason..." the king held up his hand and that silence the queen. "You know that I do not want to repeat myself, son."

A few moments passed and still, Jacob hasn't replied his father. Instead, he pick up few of his favorite books and clothes from his bed and throw them inside his luggage.

"Jacob, I am talking to you!" Suddenly the king was up on his feet and was holding his son by the collar on his shirt.

"Jason, please!"

Jacob just glared at his father, his eyes full of despair and hatred. Slowly, he opened his mouth and said, "I know that you won't allow it but I have to go. I couldn't bear to live like this anymore..."

The king let go of his collar and scream. The sound startled the guards and the maids from the halls but they wouldn't dare to stick their nose into royal business.

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