Stepchild of a billionaire

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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It was 11 o' clock at night. Arya Morrison dragged her drunk and tired body to her home.

Tomorrow she was going to get married. She was marring that person whom she loved with whole her heart for four years. All her dreams was going to be fulfilled tomorrow. So she found a few friends to have a bachelorette party. She drank too much and felt a bit dizzy.

Arya laid herself weakly on the sofa and closed her eyes for a rest. As the was going to sleep, all of a sudden she heard some strange noises coming from the bathroom.

Rapid breathing, a sound of moaning.....

"Don't wake Arya up. Quickly get dressed and I'll send you back." The man whispered hoarsely.

"What? You're afraid she'll find out about us? Don't worry, she drank a lot tonight.... You're going to marry her tomorrow."

Caroline Bennett colored her lips red as she glanced at the hazy figure on the sofa behind the bathroom door. Her lips curled up and she sneered," Arya, you should give up now, right? That way, the baby in my belly have a proper identity!"

Outside the bathroom door Arya was standing in a daze and trying to hold back her tears as she staggered back two steps. With great difficulty, she managed to stand firmly against the wall. Clenching her hands tightly by her side, her face became pale.

She gave up her role as the number one actress to Caroline for this man.

With just a single sentence from him, she had dedicated all her resources to make Caroline popular.

But they were already together!

One was her best friend who she had trusted with all her heart and other one was her love whom she loved more than herself. But both of them stabbed her behind her back!

Arya was so much in pain that she could even not able to breath properly. She laid back on sofa once again quietly, trying to suppress the heartache churning in her heart.

After a while, Caroline hugged the man's arm out of the bathroom and left the apartment.

As for Arya, she hid behind the curtain and watched the two of them get in the car. They were hugging each other and her heart was broken in pieces while tears fell from her eyes.

Didn't the man promise they would marry tomorrow at Civil Affairs Bureau? How was he going to end this!

The next day she get dressed and droved to Civil Affairs Bureau as planned before, not to get married but to see what was going to happen next! She wanted to know what plans Daniel and Caroline had for her!

When the appointed time arrived, Daniel was nowhere to be seen.

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