REVENGE MESSING WITH MY CEO

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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Night fell.

　　In the slums of Detroit, a faint light lit up the room.

　　"It's such bad weather." Emily looked at the gloomy sky outside. She was a little worried. "I hope it won't rain."

　　She walked to the bedside and sat down. It was the only furniture in the room.

　　The drainage system in the slums was not good. Once it rained, a disgusting stench would spread.

　　"It hurts." She was pregnant. She had a slender figure and fair skin, but her belly was disproportionally big.

　　The contractions were getting intense today.

　　Suddenly, she felt a warm flow coming out and sliding down between her legs.

　　It started to rain outside.

　　Emily was curled up on an old bed, blood streaming from between her legs.

　　The pain lasted for hours, and she knew that the baby was coming.

　　Emily gripped the bed sheets tightly, and her body twitched from the huge pain.

　　"Please! Somebody, save my child..." She bit her lip and felt as if she was leaving her body.

　　A few months ago, Emily was still a socialite. One night, she was drunk and then had a crazy night.

　　When she woke up the next day, she was already in the slums.

　　Apart from Rose, her stepmother's daughter, Emily had seen anyone else.

　　Every time she thought of that night, it seemed that she could still feel the man's passion. His every touch thrilled her, but since she was drunk, she didn't remember the man's face.

　　Another wave of pain hit her and cleared her mind. It was not the time to recall that night. She and the baby were in danger.

　　Emily sat up and leaned against the wall as she moved toward the window, and then she beat the glass with all her strength.

　　"Help! I beg you..." As the pain grew stronger, Emily's voice grew weaker.

　　At that moment, a car stopped outside the house.

　　A woman got out of the car and walked towards Emily.

　　"Rose, I beg you. Please save my child," Emily pleaded.

　　Rose opened the door and walked in. She shook her umbrella.

　　"Emily, you're a mess," Rose said disdainfully. "I hope your pursuers see how you look now."

　　Emily fell to the ground. She had lost too much blood and was powerless.

　　"Emily, do you know what happened eight months ago?" Rose walked over and kicked Emily in the belly. "That man is my gift to you. Do you like him?"

　　"Stop it." Emily clutched her stomach, trembling in pain. "Why, Rose?"

　　"You shouldn't have existed. Everything from the Hopkinson family belongs to me." Rose flickered her hair and continued, "You are no different than the rats in the sewers, look at you."

　　"Vicious woman!" Emily glared at Rose and couldn't believe what she had just said.

　　Emily felt that something was sliding down. It was as if her body were being torn apart. Her child finally came out.

　　It was a pair of twins.

　　She listened to the babies' cries with a smile of relief on her face.

　　'Babies, my babies,' she thought.

　　She raised her hand and touched her babies. She wanted to pick them up, but she had no strength.

　　At this time, Rose came over.

　　"Rose, what are you doing?" Emily was terrified. She could feel Rose's malice. She was worried that Rose would hurt her babies.

　　"Well, your babies." Rose snatched them from Emily.

　　Rose walked to the bedside and sat down. Then she put her hands over the babies' faces.

　　"No, Rose. Give them back to me," Emily shouted.

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