Cyinthia

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.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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Neon lights were flashing in the dark night of C City. The day was a busy, and the night was joyful.

Half past nine in the evening was the most active time. It was a chaotic scene in Lux bar. Men and women were dancing on the dance floor, where they could vent their emotions everywhere.

Suddenly, a bright light came over on the stage in the center of the dancing floor, and everyone's eyes were attracted by it. They quickly looked over, and saw a woman in a gauze skirt. Bold as she was, her small face and restrained and shy look was very young!

While the guests were guessing the identity of the maiden, the host walked onto the stage and spoke loudly with a microphone, "everyone, please calm down! "This lady is the artist we signed today. Of course, she is of great value to us!"! million! Open the bidding begins! "

"Well, she looks very ordinary. Is that also worth one million?"

"Yes! Was her body gilded with gold or silver? So expensive? I can give you a 50% discount. I've bought it! "

Standing on the stage and listening to the people downstairs haggling like buying cabbages in the vegetable market, Emmett Zhong couldn't hold back her tears.

Today, she had received the hospital's critically ill notice, and if her brother hadn't received the treatment, she wouldn't have gone to such a dangerous place in exchange for high fees for the surgeries.

Although their words humiliated her, she didn't retreat or escape, did she? She couldn't bear to see her brother die because of lack of money for surgery! That was her only family! The only family!

At the thought of her dying brother, she plucked up all her courage to bravely stand on the stage, turning a blind eye to the guests. This was her stage. Although it was an embarrassing stage, she had to be proud, instead of crawling at their feet like a dog!

Dad and mom, you must protect Emmett Zhong and Joe Zhong in the heaven. Please bless them! He must hold on this night, and he would be fine!

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