Scars Of Betrayal: The Heiress's Revenge

Chapter 8 She's a crimina

Word Count: 517 | Released on: 24/02/2026

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she stole

a pillar and took a glass of champagne from a passing

double doors swung open.

changed into backup shoes and was beaming, clu

ded on Alice in the corner. He narrow

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playing the role of the blushing bride-to-be p

glasses of red w

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drink,"

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iled. The glass

sweetly. Then, she deliberate

er glass launched forward, splashing all

ed. She fell to the fl

topped. The

inting a trembling finger a

champagne glass was still ful

glared up at Alice, his face twisted in rag

id, her voice calm despite the

Estelle's friends-stepped forward. "She sh

ng in the a

floor, stained red like a victim, and Alice stan

Benito shouted at secur

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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.”