Forced to marry a stranger billionaire Ex

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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The night. Heavy rain, strong wind, thunder, and lightning.

Livi Taylor is dragging suitcases, wandering in the rain.

"Livi, Peter Benson didn't divorce you because he won the lottery for fifteen billion. It was because you failed to fulfill your wife's obligations."

"Livi Taylor, do you mind? I've been wanting to talk about divorce for a long time. You don't want a divorce. Do you still want to divide the inheritance?" Livi Taylor's face was not clear whether it was rain or tears.

Blurry eyes.

When crossing the street, there was a silver Bentley car rushing over. She was so sad that she didn't notice the car headlights shining directly on her.

It wasn't until the car was about to come in front of her that she reacted, but her mind was stagnant, standing still, watching the vehicle directly drive towards her.

Ket —

Silver Bentley quickly changed direction. He could see the skillful skill of the car owner. Because the speed was too fast, he accidentally hit the barrier.

Livi Taylor stood where she was, her heart pounding wildly.

The silver Bentley hit the fence and stopped moving.

It's late at night, the place is quiet, no traffic.

Livi Taylor stood still for a few seconds before reacting, raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, then threw her suitcase and ran to the silver Bentley.

In the dark car, Livi Taylor lay face down on the window of the car, vaguely seeing the figure of a man lying on the steering wheel.

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