My Wicked World

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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Molly's POV

"Yes, baby. Of course, I took the documents... I know, but marrying him is part of our plan. "

I brought a cup of iced American coffee and walked to this sexy blonde girl in a miniskirt which just wrapped her ass. She was looking out the window and said to the other end of the phone.

"If I do this, I am entitled to his money. Baby, I love you too. "

I leaned over to put the coffee on the table in front of her, but she looked back abruptly. Her long curly hair caught the coffee cup in the plate and then the coffee fell on the ground and spilled all over the floor.

Everyone in the shop looked in my direction.

She stared at me fiercely and said sweetly to the person on the phone: "Baby, Leon is coming to pick me up soon, I’ll call you later."

She threw the phone on the table angrily and yelled at me, "What are you doing! " She was an angel just now, and now she looked like a demon with teeth and claws.

I said in injured tones: "I'm sorry. I'll make another cup for you right away." I hurriedly bent down and picked up the coffee cup with tears in my eyes. I had been working for 10 days in a row. Jim, the manager of the cafe, who was forty-five years old, treated his employees as his personal slaves with low wages. One of his nasty habits was hitting on his female employees while on the job. Thank god, he never hit on me. Although I was a female, I just wasn't his type and was too unattractive to even be bothered with. Yesterday he asked me again: "You have to work a double today. Tisha is sick. I need you to fill in." He liked this always.

I had this terrible day in hell but, obeying Jim's command without complaint, because I needed a salary to pay the rent. And I can't find other better jobs. Yesterday, I worked overtime until 2:00 am. When I arrived at the store at 8 o'clock this morning, I felt very tired and fainted. Jim didn't care about this at all, he only cared about customers.

She folded her hands on her chest and said mockingly: "Sorry？I'm not finished with you yet！

! Look at my shoes, do you know how much? You can't afford those on your year's salary!"

I saw her high heels, which were longer and thinner than chopsticks, were stained with coffee. I have never worn high heels that sparkled like this. My face felt hot.

I heard Jim’s growl behind me: "Oh, how many times have I told you, don't be so clumsy!"

Then he looked at the girl with a flat face, and looked at her deep cleavage with his eyes from time to time. "Miss, I'm sorry, I'll make you another cup!"

The girl glanced at him contemptuously.

"I didn't spill it! I quit!" I said this impulsively while looking at his nasty look.

He stared angrily: "You, you..."

At this time,a tall man in a suit opened the door and walked over here. He was very handsome with grey almond eyes, a noble nose, perfectly structured face, and small lips. His hair was pitch black and styled neatly on his head. His shoulders curved from his sharp suit, and his stubble beard was neatly trimmed on his face. He was the definition of 'perfectly handsome'.

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