The Assassins Daughter

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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Tianyuan Continent, Changjing Kingdom, Year 209

On the sixth day of June, Valentine's Day, the capital city was bustling with activity. Colorful lanterns were hanging in the night sky, and pedestrians were talking and laughing. Young girls and boys were gathering in crowds and groups as they recited poems, and there was a competition of Qi Art on the stage. Cheerful voices and laughter floated in the evening breeze.

In a quiet and elegant courtyard on the outskirts of the capital city, a piercing scream rent the inky night sky.

"AH! Zhou Zhicheng... You wicked man… One day, you will be struck by lightning! May you die sonless! " In a corner of the courtyard, a woman covered in blood crawled out of the woodshed. Her face had been destroyed and her eyes had been hollowed out. Her disfigured face looked terrible.

Two old servants came out and kicked her on the head. "Shameless bitch, stop shouting! Don't get our master's ears dirty!"

Rong Qiyue felt a knife-like pain in her entire body, and her last bit of strength was drained away. She gasped violently, unable to crawl another inch. Her hands had left a long trail of blood on the jade white floor.

Rong Qiyue couldn’t see the pair of colorful shoes with an embroidered cloud pattern that appeared in front of her.

A woman's delicate laughter rang out, bringing with it a piercing chill, causing her to feel as if she had fallen into a thousand-year-old ice cellar. Rong Qiyue's entire body trembled as she cried in a miserable voice, "Princess Huizhen... you are… so cruel! Adulterers will come to no good end!" She had run out of strength, and her voice was pitifully quiet.

An intense hatred reflected in the eyes of the woman in front of her.

The embroidered shoe moved slightly and stepped heavily on Rong Qiyue's bloody hand. It grinded her fingers hard, causing her shivering like a sieve.

"No good end? Hehe, Rong Qiyue… you took possession of Zhicheng, and now you will disappear from the world. I’m Mrs. Zhou now! "

Princess Huizhen laughed coldly. Her smile was beautiful, but her eyes were ice-cold.

Rong Qiyue’s mind raced. She thought about the past eight years – she had worked so hard to run the restaurant for her husband's family. The business had flourished, and their son was cute and bright. She thought her husband would be grateful, and that they were deeply in love with each other.

She didn't expect it to be a cruel deception! Zhou Zhicheng had cheated on her with Princess Huizhen, and was having Rong Qiyue killed so he could marry her.

Rong Qiyue had no more tears. Blood seeped from her eye sockets, dying her white clothes red. The deep pain made her twitch a few times before her hand finally fell.

"By the way, Zhicheng told me to keep your son alive. I won’t cut him into pieces until your husband comes back. It's a pity, Rong Qiyue, that you can't see him die. Just imagine that your son will call me mother, and he will die in my hands… What a heartbreaking scene it is…"

Rong Qiyue immediately looked up and stared at Princess Huizhen with her hollow eye sockets. Huizhen was shocked. She had thought the woman was dying, with no strength left. Seeing the blood on Rong Qiyue’s face, her heart trembled with fear!

"Princess Huizhen! Zhou Zhicheng! Please spare his life! Tianci is innocent! If you dare to hurt him, I won't let you go. If there is an afterlife, I will make you pay with your blood!" Rong Qiyue’s voice was broken, and her entire body was shivering. She knew she was dying, but they might kill her son. How could she die in peace?

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