Marked For Greatness by Jaden Fox

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.

Modern Revenge

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Charlotte's p.o.v

*Chelsea I want you to remember that no one cares about you except me. I know you do not remember who I am. You belong to the river. You belong to us. I made you what you are today; your beauty, your intelligence, everything you are right now is created by me. The moment you go to someone else for refuge, YOU WILL DIE!!!*

I quickly woke up from my sleep as I held my beating heart. I have occasionally been having weird dreams. This is the third time I am having this dream and I really do not know what to do. There's no one I can go to. I am sure you will be wondering where my mother is but so you know, she is alive only she is a born-again-Christian which I so much hate. I cannot understand why I will be serving a God I cannot see, how am I sure such person exist. Whoever this so -called God is, I am very sure He is only a tale nothing more.

I did the things I had to do in my room that includes having my bath. As I was brushing my hair, my phone rang. I looked at my phone and the caller is "Miranda". Miranda is my partner in this sex business. Although my mom doesn't know what I do or who I hang out with that is actually because I do not share anything with her. Her Christianity makes me hate her so much to the point I do not consider her as a mother but as an old nagging witch. My mother- the queen is the one who calls me 'Chelsea' although I have not seen her yet but I can tell she's beautiful just like me.

I answered the call as a shout erupted from the phone, I had to pull the phone far away from my ear. I waited till the shouting was over and when it was, I pulled the phone closer to my ear. "Hello Miranda. Thanks for almost blasting my ears". I said as she laughed.

"Guess what" she said as I looked at who the caller is to make sure she is the right person I am talking to.

"Is this Miranda? because I do not think she will ask me to guess knowing fully well I so much hate that guessing game".

Miranda sighed. "Ok I will tell you since you are too lazy to put your mind to work". I patiently waited for her to say whatever she called to say. "We are invited to a party at the most popular bar in Paris. The famous 'Hemingway bar' and the girls are coming over too. I also heard that there are cute guys who know how to give it hard there as well".

"Seriously?". How enthusiastic she sounds made me realize she is really serious about this and it is going to be a fun evening. "Text me the location".

"with pleasure Chelsea" And with that, she ended the call only for me to receive the message immediately". I opened the message and saw the address. "I5, place vendôm, 75001 Paris".

I called a chauffeur to pick me up as I went downstairs only to find my so-called mom reading that book she calls 'Bible'. I paid her no attention as I moved to the door.

"And where are you going miss dressed like that?" she said eyeing me right from my head to my toes.

"well, as you know, I do not always sleep at home at night and you should not worry yourself about me besides, you have other things to worry about". I eyed her before moving out of the house.

"Charlotte! Charlotte". I heard my mom called as I entered the car I called for.

"Where are you going miss?" The Chauffeur asked.

"15, Place Vendôm, 75001, Paris". I instructed as he began the journey. I was replying some of my messages on messenger and smiling as one of my friends sent me a video of his dangling...My thought was interrupted as the car came to a halt.

My name is Charlotte Harrison. I am 21 years old. I am through with high school but I have no interest in furthering my education. All I want to do is have fun since life is too short. I live with my mom and i lost my father when I was two years old. I was told my father was a very powerful pastor and a devoted Christian. As for me, I have no interest in religion...all I want to do is have fun and have fun until I get tired which I think will happen never.

"we have arrived at your destination miss". I paid him his money and got out of the car. The car drove off as I stared at the hotel in front of me.

"This is really huge and a beautiful place". I admitted as I saw Miranda and the other two girls- Sophie and Tessa.

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