Love is Colder than Death

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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In the middle of the night, the silence was pierced by a woman's pleasured moans. As she smelled the scent of the man on top of her, Cassidy Wright fell into a trance.

"What's on your mind?"

Franklyn Pierce seemed to notice Cassidy's absentmindedness. He stopped kissing her neck for a second and raised his head to look at her. His eyes were so gentle, as though he wasn't the same powerful person who ran the Apex Group.

Franklyn was undeniably good-looking. Not only did he have the perfect face, but he also had the perfect body. Cassidy felt bad for being distracted at a time like this, so she reached for his face and stroked his sexy lips gently.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how to get the order from Vanguard Enterprises."

Franklyn knew she was lying, and his expression darkened.

The next moment, his fingers wandered to a forbidden place, and Cassidy couldn't help but groan. Franklyn's thin lips finally curved up happily. "That's the punishment for your being distracted."

Franklyn knew exactly what Cassidy wanted in bed.

After a passionate round of mind-blowing sex, Cassidy only rested for a few minutes before she got up to run a bath for him.

But before she could leave the bed, Franklyn held her hand and suddenly asked, "Are you worried about money or something? Why were you thinking about work while we were having sex just now?"

As he spoke, Franklyn's eyes were fixed on Cassidy's beautiful body. Even though they had just gone at each other like rabbits, Cassidy could still feel that the fiery lust in his eyes hadn't been completely extinguished yet.

She shook her head in response to his question. Since Franklyn was always so generous, she wasn't worried about money.

On the surface, Cassidy and Franklyn each took what they needed from each other. He was greedy for her body while she loved his money.

But only Cassidy knew that deep down, it wasn't just about the money anymore. She had fallen head over heels in love with him over the years.

However, she couldn't let Franklyn know about this, lest she be kicked out.

"No." Cassidy shook her head and changed the subject. Her eyes were clear and sincere. "Are you leaving soon? If not, I'll make you a night snack."

As soon as she said this, Franklyn's phone on the bedside table started to ring. Seeing this, Cassidy immediately shut her mouth and proceeded to put on her silk pajamas.

Then she overheard Franklyn saying into the phone in a doting voice, "Okay, I'll be right there."

After putting the phone down, Franklyn turned over and got up. He was completely naked, but it was nothing to be ashamed of. He was perfectly chiseled, like a classical Greek sculpture.

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