The Surrogate Lover Of The Cold 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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Such a sunny day, the weather in Jakarta seemed so favorable this morning. Although the air still feels cold, it cannot stop people who have started their morning activities.

A beautiful girl looks cool shooting surrounding objects with a camera in her hand. Every now and then his lips curl upwards looking at the shots he takes. The girl is Amayra Catra.

Amayra P.O.V.

Hello! Introduce me Amayra Catra. I am the girl of a famous businessman named Baron Catra, CEO of Catra's Group. I'm 18 years old. I'm in senior high school at the current senior year. I really like the world of photography, for that I never let go with my camera that I always carry everywhere. And there's one hobby I can't avoid: eating! Hehe. I can't control my portions if I'm hungry, but luckily I am, because no matter how much I eat my body is never fat.

It was Sunday, I was in a park not far from my house. Today was really boring I had nothing to do at all other than taking pictures, but this successfully relieved my boredom. Ah, yes, I'm waiting for someone too. He's my best friend Kevin Gunanda.

"Dorrrrr!" Someone suddenly startled me from behind, tskck who else if not Kevin.

"Aaaaa I'm surprised!" I said in a contrived tone. Although I was actually surprised.

"Tskck! Your expression is so ugly!" snorted Kevin.

"Hey! You almost dropped my camera stupid! Why do you like to make people's children hearty, huh?" I annoyed.

"Heartwork? Then why aren't you dead now?" replied Kevin originally. I automatically twelted his head quite hard, "You want me to die?"

"Damn it! I regret telling you to come here." Kevin grimaced, feel you!

Tskck the boy was really annoying, I decided to sit on one of the park benches, my gaze straight ahead watching the little guys who were playing with his family.

It felt good, my heart calmed down looking at them. Seeing the harmony of their family, I miss my mother, she passed away 8 years ago due to an accident.

"Hey, are you daydreaming?"

"Huh?"

I blinked at Kevin's scream. Sometimes I often ignore him if I meet like this.

"Tsk, you told me to come here just to see you daydreaming so?"

"Hehe, sorry," I replied with my innocent smile.

"Tsk, you!" Kevin ruffled my hair just to make my hairdo a little messy.

"Kevin, let's have some ice cream," I asked.

"You're crazy, this kind of cold weather you want ice cream?" asked Kevin incredulously.

"Have you forgotten I'm an ice cream enthusiast, Kevin?"

"It's useless for me to persuade you, just buy it yourself," Kevin replied ignorantly.

"Accompany me..." I whined spoiled while tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. Trust me, that man could never refuse my request.

"Ishh is good good spoiled princess, this time I am kind to you. Come on!"

Amayra P.O.V End

The young couple was seen walking side by side, maybe those who saw them were lovers. But in reality they are just friends.

Amayra is busy with the camera in her hand, occasionally licking the blueberry ice cream in her left hand. As for Kevin, the man just snorted resentfully because again the girl ignored him.

"Aren't you tired of that ugly camera of yours?" Kevin plucked his lips.

"Once again you say that, I'll tear your mouth off!" threatened Amayra.

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