Her Life Of Love After The Journey Of Death

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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The vast grasslands, it is usually a beautiful sight with some wildlife living there.

Now, this is not as usual.

The sound of metal clashing against each other, the deafening cries of war, to the sorrowful screams, all of it come together to vibrate the air along the stretch of grass. The green grass was stained with bloodstains splattered from the bodies that had been separated from life.

There have been so many soldiers who have fallen from one side, but that doesn't stop them from being discouraged to keep fighting against the opposing forces that have not seen a lot of declines.

From one point, a person seems to be surrounded by many corpses. The corpses those are in the same uniform as the one worn by the opposing forces have been knocked down by a sword in his hand.

With a slightly heavy breath, the man calls out to his troops “My honorable warriors, let us fight together to the end!”

“YAAA!!!” cry all his remaining troops with still burning enthusiasm.

Facing the next wave, that's when the struggle ends.

It isn't that they are less skilled than the opponent, but that the number of the opposing armies is beyond comprehension. A small kingdom that only has thousands of soldiers must desperately fight the onslaught of troops that number up to hundreds of thousands.

Indeed, from the opposing side, the number of troops does not appear to have decreased, but it is still two to three times the number of those who died compared to his side.

"ATTACK!!!"

With the remnants of strength fueled by the embers of an unquenchable spirit, the small army shook off the incoming wave of troops. Successfully overthrowing one, there is no longer any more power to prepare to ward off another attack.

So quickly, one by one the soldiers die.

Now, he is left alone and is still defending against several soldiers at once with the remnants of his strength. Two people have been knocked down by his sword, but his body is no longer able to move as he wishes.

Then once hit by a sword slash, another slash begins to be engraved on his body.

With his body covered in wounds, blood dripping incessantly on the ground, he plunges his greatsword to support his body.

No one dared to approach rashly, for they are afraid of being hit by a surprise attack even though they know it may be the last attack. However, they still love each other's life. Let someone sacrifice to get the final victory.

Closing his eyes without fear of being attacked, he smiles so calmly and full of regret. Taking a deep breath as he looks up at the clear sky as opposed to the pain above the ground, he says quietly “I'm sorry, my Lord. I can't do my job well. Maybe after this last breath blows, I will trouble you. Oh, my Poor King...”

Feeling a cold gust of wind, it is then that his last consciousness gradually faded away with the wind. All the pain disappear and are replaced with comfort as the feeling of being tossed about in the wind made him fall into a deep sleep.

The cowardly soldiers are still reluctant to approach, even though the man they are surrounding is in fact no longer alive.

"Pst! Shall we attack together?” one of them gives advice.

No matter how cowardly they are to face one person a dozen at a time, they still want to maintain their dignity. Attacking someone they are ganging up on while in such a seemingly defenseless state makes them feel like they are going to be even lower.

They look at each other, hesitant to accept his suggestion.

But after hearing a cry from behind, the cry from the war knight leader makes them rush over to the lifeless body.

One, two, three...!

The swords pierce the body that is standing stiffly supported by a large sword. There is no reaction from him, not even a moan of pain could be heard. This makes them feel even more inferior that they are actually feared by a single body.

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