I want you now and forever

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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CHAPTER 1: Forget the lights sweetheart

The car pulled to a stop, and the driver turned to Sarah. "We are already here, ma'am."

Sarah nodded with a faint smile.

"I have to go, Cara. I have already arrived at his place. I'll talk to you later."

"This is madness,Sarah," she pressed further. "It would have been better to take up my offer of coming to Italy after college graduation. I have a bad feeling about this."

Cara was the only person who had ever treated Sarah with love and kindness. Cara was part Italian, they had met and become great friends in college.

"Don't worry,Cara. I'll be careful. I have to go. I'll call you later. Bye."

Sarah swiftly ended the call before Cara could protest further. She was aware of the look of displeasure on the driver's face from the front mirror. She offered him a small apologetic smile and slid out of the car. No sooner had she alighted, did the car zoom off and her attention was immediately drawn to the palatial edifice before her.

Sarah swallowed the nervous lump in her throat and smoothed her dress with her clammy hand. With her purse clutched tightly in her hand and determination in her stride, she approached the door.

Sarah was ushered into the house and taken into a tastefully furnished, and designed bedroom.

"When do I get to see the owner of the house?" Sarah asked the servant who was about to leave the room.

"Master gave instructions to bring you here once you arrive, Miss."

Sarah nodded. "And when will he be back?" She needed to impress him- whoever he was. Her family's salvation depended on it. If he wanted a bride, then that is what she would be.

"Master will be back soon, Miss. Make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be sent up to you soon."

Sarah was herself confused about the entire arrangement, but she dared not voice her opinion. Her family's benefactor had sent a car earlier that evening to bring Veronica to him, but alas it was her that had come instead; but she was yet to meet him.

The servant left, and Sarah was left alone in the huge bedroom. The assortment of different mouth watering delicacies was later brought up, and Sarah ate as much as she could with her stomach in knots.

Sarah decided to take a shower and change into the delectable and expensive looking lingerie that was led out on the bed for her.

Sarah was fast asleep, when she awoke to someone hovering above her. Sleep quickly vanished from her eyes, and she quickly made to turn on the light switch above the bed, but warm and firm large hands swiftly caught hold of her wrists, pinning it down to the pillow on both sides of her head. Sarah knew this must be the man she was here to meet.

"Forget the lights sweetheart. I just want to feel you," he drawled in a rich baritone. His speech sounded a bit slurred. His expensive manly cologne- a marriage of musk, leather and sandalwood, enveloped her.

Sarah felt him inhaling her scent, sniffing, and trailing kisses on her skin along her nape, and down to the base of her throat. She froze in his arms.

Sarah found a surge of panic when she felt his other hand exploring and pressing her body. She had never had a boyfriend or been this close to a man before.

"You smell and feel more beautiful than I even imagined, darling," he husked in her ears, making a strange warmth spread all over her.

Sarah's mind raced- did he know her before? Of course not. He had requested the daughter of the Maxwell family. Of course he was referring to Veronica. He thought she was Veronica.

Sarah felt him loosen the knots of her silk robe, and slide down the straps of her nightgown. She was a virgin, but she was not dumb. She knew where this was heading. She would have preferred to get to know this faceless stranger, first– or at least sign the marriage certificate before going this far.

Sarah had not even seen his face because of the darkness in the room,but his firm and toned body was taut with muscles,pressing her into the soft silken sheets. She guessed he was probably a young and fit man.

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