Scars Of Betrayal: The Heiress's Revenge

Chapter 6 completely give up all hope

Word Count: 568 | Released on: 24/02/2026

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Scars Of Betrayal: The Heiress's Revenge

Dong Lier Romance

“I took the fall for my sister and endured three years of torment in prison. My knee was shattered, my body covered in scars, and I almost lost my life in that "accident". On the day I was released, clinging to the last shred of hope, I ran toward my fiancé Benito's Maybach-only to hear his cold voice: "Your existence is just a nuisance." It turned out that the beatings and cigarette burns in prison were all arranged by him, paid for with his money. It turned out that the sister I had protected with all my heart had long been switching my medicine behind my back, hoping I would be completely crippled. At the family gala, they joined hands to strip me bare in front of the flashing camera lights. My father slapped me hard across the face and roared: "Why didn't you just die in prison?" I smiled and tore apart my tattered dress, then dialed the number I had hidden in my heart for three years-the man who only understood blood for blood, his voice hoarse and alluring: "Turn around." This time, I will no longer be a toy to be manipulated. I will tear off their masks and burn the Stafford family to the ground. By the way, I will take back everything that belongs to me-including him, the one hiding in the shadows.”