The Scars She Hid From The World

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.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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Prologue

"I'm silent here and then you suddenly disturb my heart? Will you stand up for it or I'll put you in jail?" Creed asked the woman in front of him. The woman in front of him frowned.

"Wait wait. So you're pretending it's my fault why you have heart disease?" The woman asked Creed. Creed smirked at his brain and took a deep breath.

"You should be thankful because I'm kind otherwise I might--"

"Maybe what?"

"I might have married you." Creed's fuel causes the woman to stop.

"Your slow. I thought you knew everything? Didn't you know that I love you? Tsk tsk. You're messing with my brain and heart 24/7 so you should marry me, if you don't marry me I'll imprison you for robbery." Creed smiled and suddenly grabbed the woman with a kiss.

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Creed POV

"Hey! What is that? I'm so annoyed!" Von yells at Van after they play Mobile Legends.

"Is it my fault you're Cancer in that game?" Van asked Von with a laugh.

"Hey! Are you making me look weak? Let's just play boxing." Von said to Van.

"Eh, if you kill each other, can you?" I asked for two reasons why they looked at me badly. "Wow. I was just suggesting." I said. They scolded me at the same time. Have they inherited Fin's habit now?

"Leana! Give me back my dog!" The three of us looked up at the stairs when someone shouted. Leona and Leana screaming.

"No! I won't! This dog always destroys my belongings! You should know about dogs being thrown in the street!" Leana shouted.

"Fuck! I said give me back my dog!" Leona has already used magic on Leana but Leana still hasn't lost. What the fuck. Is that the case with twins? Don't get along? First, they are Von and Van who are fighting because of the game and now they are Leana and Leona who are fighting because of the dog. It's a good thing I don't have twins.

"CREED!" I frowned when I heard Fin shout from above. I don't have twins but I have an apple brother who is always warm-blooded in small things except for Clementine.

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