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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.

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Chapter One

The room, cool and tidied, had just a desk and three swivel chairs. On the wall hung frames of important personnel, an award certificate and a motivational post card. Files of work were neatly arranged and stacked in the corner of his desk.

On the table lay a picture frame of an elderly woman, Melissa, his mother. The door opened noisily, forcing him to shift his attention from the laptop on which he was frantically typing to the unwelcome visitor.

His name was Daniel Graham, a multi-billionaire and CEO of Glassy Enterprise Limited. Thirty-six years of age with an handsome face, beautiful physique and based in New York City. Every woman's dream and fantasy, but still a bachelor. Not that ladies didn't flaunt themselves at him, he wasn't interested. And still not interested in any female gender until he avenged Melissa, his beloved mother who was coldly murdered for trying to protect his life.

Ladies were nothing other than distraction. And in his case, he needed no distraction while on the journey of revenge.

"Hello sir, Mr. Erica's document is ready. I was wondering if we could apprise him of this latest development." Jilly said, stealthily avoiding any eye contact with him.

Daniel stared silently at her for a moment before uttering a word. "You are not paid to wonder! Just do your fucking work and leave out what your brain can never comprehend!" The icy tone of his voice froze Jilly for a mini second.

"Yes, I understand."

She bowed slightly. Turning to walk out, but his angry voice halted her. "And where the hell are you going with the document?"

Jilly flinched. "I..." she stuttered, swallowing down nothing.

"I thought I wasn't..."

"Shut the hell up! Haven't I warned you to stop doing the thinking, since you are oblivious to the absent of your brain!" he couldn't wait to hear the trash Jilly was spewing from her buccal cavity, so he interrupted abruptly.

Her face grimaced in dismay, but Daniel didn't give one cent about her feelings. "Drop the document and get your stinking self out of this office!"

A drop of tear that escaped Jilly's tear duct didn't escape Daniel's notice before she exited his office. Jilly, a nice lady from a good background with an upright moral upbringing, happened to be his personal assistant and was the only lady who didn't dress like a bitch.

Daniel had never been rude to her, but today, he couldn't help transferring his aggression on her.

Returning his gaze to the document Jilly dropped, he took it quietly, skimming through it. Satisfied, he replaced it at the spot where he picked it, returning to type on his system. Daniel was so fucking engrossed in typing that he didn't notice when Graham walked in.

The look of disgust on Graham's face baffled him. "Dad.."

"Don't call me that, young man!" Graham raised a hand, rudely halting Daniel from saying a word. Daniel swallowed back the statement, which would certainly have earned him nothing but a hot slap. He was beginning to get really pissed off. Graham had always been mean to him, even though he was his legitimate son. Damn! It hurt.

This unusual attitude of Graham commenced some months after Melissa's death. At first, Daniel had associated it with Graham hurting, hence the rationale behind the transfer of transgression, but now, he didn't believe that logic anymore.

"But Dad..."

"When are you planning to get married?" Graham popped the question Daniel least expected from him.

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