Cinderella Her Billionaire Prince Charming

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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Brillie's pov

I'm Brillie Starr, obviously the most craziest girl you've ever met or rather seen. I'm eighteen and the only child of my parents.

That's all for now.

It's my first day at Whitney's College and l'm pretty late. I ran as fast as my legs could carry to school.

I stood before the big gate sweating profusely and wiped balls of sweats outta my face.

I opened the gate and saw students hovering around. I actually thought l was late but l'm not, class hasn't even commenced yet.

My eyes moved to the building and l marvelled at the large school, I'm sure mama and papa must have worked so hard to place me in such a large school.

I think l will just have to find my class now. I brought out my map, gazing through it while walking.

I bumped into someone and brought down the map to apologise.

"I'm ... "

"Are you blind? Can't you watch where you are going? "She interrupted brutally and l grunted clenching my fist.

"Bi .. "

"Hold it right there swine! It'll better if you shut that gutter you call a mouth "I said with a scowl on my face.

I stared at her face and quivered.

"Geez ... You look more like a clown. I don't why some girls try to look beautiful when they are actually not "I uttered and walked away while the students laughed.

Now to find my class, I opened the map and bumped into someone again.

"What the hell ... "

"Omg! He looks so handsome, more like an angel "I thought, drooling not knowing l was actually saying it out.

"Crazy "he huffed and walked away.

"Yikes Brillie. You are such an asshole, do you always have to embarrass yourself "I thought and rubbed my palm down my face.

But he's really handsome and l think by bumping into him, we are destined for each other .

Oh mom and dad, thank you for placing me in this school cos l've just found my prince charming.

I grinned, opening the map and found my class.

Finding my prince charming just made my day good than ever!!.

Arya's pov

"What just happened? " My friend queried in a mocking tone as l fumed.

"The new girl called Arya a clown "The other girl giggled and l shot her a deadly stare.

"That wench just invited trouble for herself. I'm so gonna make her stay here hell ,"l grouched and turned to look at my friends who had evil smiles on their faces.

Brillie's pov

I placed my books in my locker and was about closing it when it fell.

I bent down to pick it up and someone stepped on my fingers.

"Ouch! "

I groaned loudly and stood up.

I looked up and saw the clown.

"So sorry "

She mocked and walked away.

"Bitch "

I cussed and sucked on my hurt fingers.

I bent down to pick the book when someone stepped on my fingers again and l fumed.

"You coward, l stepped on ... "